How ludicrous and utterly ridiculous it was that an eighth rank tyrant, an invincible hand within the chaos, wished to relinquish some of his ambitions after one failure! Had life been too smooth for him all these years?0

The Red Moon master closed his eyes. Perhaps… it wasn’t just because he’d encountered a simple setback, but because of his dao.0

The dao of Red Moon was one of desire—it pushed all emotions to their peaks. When one was victorious, one was tyrannical, arrogant, and brazen. When one was defeated, they were depressed, fearful, and panic stricken.0

There were pros and cons to Red Moon’s dao; it magnified all emotions. The Red Moon master’s recent unease, anxiety, and impulse to rush out of his world in recent days might… be backlash from the great dao.2

He took a deep breath and pushed down his brewing apprehension. The Red Moon master focused on cultivation again to calm his agitation.0

He was actually starting to… regret his decision to declare war on New Martial fifty years ago. His emotions being magnified the way they were, they repeated that you should...0