Long Chen was deeply shocked. He hadn’t thought that his father, who hadn’t even reached the Xiantian realm, would have such a deep understanding of the Heavenly Daos.

His last sentence struck a special cord in Long Chen. He couldn’t walk the same path as his predecessors, or he would never be able to surpass them.

He had always relied on the Pill Sovereign memories, the Nine Star Hegemon Body Art, the Dragon Blood Body Tempering Art, the Nirvana Scripture, and his other peerless techniques.

He felt that these techniques were incomparably powerful, and that as long as he could comprehend them, he would be unrivaled.

It was because he relied on them so much that he had never created his own move. Now his father’s words woke him up to this point.

The paths of other people, no matter how far they managed to walk, would always come to an end eventually. What would Long Chen do once he reached the end? Was he supposed to just stop there?

If he walked someone else’s path, wouldn’t their end also be his end?

This was a problem he had never thought about. He had been too dependent on what...