"The path of the Immortal Dao is as difficult as ascending the heavens!"
The voice of Hundred Flowers Fairy, like a heavenly melody, was filled with emotion and melancholy, as if it were the last moment before her life and path vanished.
Those clear and captivating eyes gazed at Zhou Chen, capable of melting even the hardest steel into soft silk.
It could only be said that Hundred Flowers Fairy truly lived up to her name.
Even if she directed men to die with such a look, no man could refuse.
A warm feeling surged in Zhou Chen's heart, a desire to go through fire and water for her.
Of course.
It was just an impulse.
It was immediately suppressed by Zhou Chen.
Nevertheless, experiencing the taste of a Tribulation Crossing True Monarch comparable to a Martial Arts Emperor…
Zhou Chen had never actually tried that.
To say he wasn't moved would be a lie.
"The Great Dao numbers fifty, but Heaven's evolution leaves forty-nine; there's always a glimmer of hope."
