Meng Hao’s eyes were filled with obsession and madness. He had opened 122 meridians and had walked a path no one had trod before, even in ancient times. Not even the Lord of the Fourth Mountain and Sea, Kṣitigarbha, had done something like Meng Hao had when he became a true Immortal.
Meng Hao hovered there in the starry sky, the center of all attention. And yet, he still wasn’t ready to give up. Flames danced in his eyes, a reflection of the Essence of Divine Flame in his palm. It was as if the Divine Flame had become the ambition within Meng Hao’s eyes.
“My final meridian... the Essence of Divine Flame!” Meng Hao's heart was pounding. He knew that the Essence of Divine Flame was terrifying, but he couldn’t hold back his excitement at the idea of it becoming his final meridian!
“If I can succeed in making this my 123rd meridian, then I won’t have any regrets!
“It’s a gamble, but if I succeed, I’ll have one more meridian. If I fail....” Meng Hao’s heart thumped, but his eyes quickly gleamed with obsession.
“Who cares if I fail?!” His hair and clothing whipped about as his energy began to rise up. The starry sky trembled...