“The voice of interrogation echoed through the heavens and earth. Rolling like thunder, it transmitted into the distance. Grandpa Jiang was in a state of furious rage, his eyes glaring red, and his robe was buzzing uncontrollably from the surging qi. Everything about Jiang Qilin filled him with unstoppable anger and deep sorrow. The recent events not only gave Jiang Qilin hope but also ignited hope for the entire Jiang family. Jiang Liu’s self-sacrifice and the use of Jiang family privileges pushed them to a desperate gamble. Calculations, plans, and a desperate gamble – who would willingly give up as long as a glimmer of hope remained? Chen Dong used his power twice in succession, depleting his own state, but he rescued Jiang Qilin from the cracks of the Heavenly Path, rekindling a faint hope to step through the heavens’ door. Grandpa Jiang made the right bet! Chen Dong isn’t heartless; he values emotions and righteousness. Yet, nobody anticipated Jiang Qilin’s unexpected compassion. At least to them, Jiang Qilin’s actions now display this compassionate side. Jiang Qilin is desperately igniting the Qilin blood to repay Chen Dong’s rescue, but in doing so, he snuffs out the Jiang family’s last trace of hope. This is Jiang Qilin’s path to self-destruction, and it’s also the path of self-destruction for the Jiang family. ‘Jiang Leader, are you disregarding the bigger picture?’ Almost simultaneously, Chen Daojun’s rebuking voice arrived like a heavy hammer, striking Grandpa Jiang’s eardrums fiercely. Grandpa Jiang turned around angrily, his crimson tiger eyes brimming with a chilling intent that seemed about to materialize, his gaze resembling a predatory beast. ‘Chen Daojun, I’ve given you face!’ Grandpa Jiang retorted furiously, ‘We’re cooperating here. If the Jiang family had no hope, I’d say nothing. But the Jiang family has sacrificed everything to gain this sliver of hope. Must I watch this hope be squandered before my eyes?’ Each word carried torrents of anger. At this moment, the Jiang family fell silent. The Grandmaster Kong Kong also fell silent. Both Grandpa Jiang and Chen Daojun were right. It’s just that their perspectives differed, shaping how they viewed the situation. Chen Daojun, as the strategist, viewed Jiang Qilin’s potential death as insignificant in the grand scheme. But Grandpa Jiang, as the helm of the Jiang family, couldn’t bear to see Jiang Qilin waste this hard-earned opportunity. On the vast Heavenly Path, blood oceans surged, waves piled up like mountains, and terrifying celestial might swept in all directions. Due to the surging might, even countless Tianwei Blood Swords that streaked through the Heavenly Path directly swelled from tens of meters to hundreds of meters in length. A blood sword akin to a small mountain spanned horizontally. Yet, compared to the colossal 3,000-meter-high blood waves that soared into the sky, the changes in the Tianwei Blood Swords were barely noticeable. The Grand Cauldron continued to gather the world’s fortune, awe-inspiring and dignified, reigning over the Heavenly Path. It hovered in midair, at the position where Gucangyue had previously summoned it, resembling a sword that could sever the heavens, cleaving the Heavenly Path in two. Following the command of the Xuanyuan Sword, the world’s fortune, after being gathered in the Grand Cauldron, transformed into visible resplendent light, streaking through the Heavenly Path, heading straight for the Sea of Talents and Fire. The speed of the Qilin’s virtual image at the forefront gradually slowed. As the golden aura of fortune covering it receded, the effect of the overwhelming celestial might bearing down on it became more pronounced. Relying solely on the power of the Qilin blood, it was already struggling to withstand the Heavenly Path’s current might. Even so, the Qilin’s virtual image didn’t stop; it continued to roar and charge forward. It wouldn’t stop…”