"I'm not afraid; I'm just being cautious. Even without these things, I would still strive for the Saint Realm!"
Throughout the journey, his determination in the pursuit of Dao is unshakable, not inferior to anyone.
So many people, knowing the terrifying consequences of striving for the Saint Realm, still forge ahead without hesitation. If others dare, he certainly would not be afraid.
Compared to those people, he actually has more confidence, with a pile of Divine Skills, and each realm persistently cultivated to Perfection before breaking through, plus his panel, he is not afraid.
If he does not become a Martial Saint, death would eventually find him; Wei Fan can understand this reasoning.
The three of them galloped ahead, raising clouds of dust along the way.
Soon, a picturesque and spiritually vibrant area appeared before Wei Fan's eyes.
Here, the mountain ranges rise and fall like dragons, mist steaming, countless ancient trees standing tall.
