Loneliness.
That word shook Golden Cicada to his core.
Others might not understand, but Ning Jiang could guess what Golden Cicada was thinking.
One hundred thousand years ago, Ning Jiang was revered as a Legendary Venerable. His combat power was world-shaking. He had searched through all ages, but in the vast world, only a Great Emperor was his equal in battle.
At that time, had he not also been lonely?
Even if you were invincible for a lifetime, it was lonely at the top if you couldn't find a worthy opponent.
This remnant spirit of Golden Cicada had been in the scroll for a thousand years. A thousand years without a single battle—how could he not be lonely?
He was a Celestial King. To become such a person, he must have fought countless battles throughout his life—slaying prodigies, defeating mighty foes, warring in every direction, and trampling over the world. He had carved a bloody path to reach his Realm.
A person like that craved battle to their very bones.
