'This is the feeling...'
A faint smile touched Zhou Yuanjue's lips as he gazed at the enormous, malevolent beast.
His entire body trembled. Under the immense pressure, every cell reacted with instinctive fear. His very existence was facing a fatal moment.
However, much like a spring, the greater the pressure, the more immense the power it accumulates.
He was a member of the Donghua people.
The culture of Donghua, the Martial Dao of Donghua, the spirit of Donghua—all were deeply ingrained in his very being.
Perhaps, among his people, there were many who were selfish and self-serving, many who bowed and scraped, many who endured humiliation just to survive.
But there were more who were impassioned and righteous, whose fervor pierced the heavens, who would cast aside life and death for their cause.
They would rather die as shattered jade than live as intact clay tiles.
They would rather die on their feet than live on their knees.
