Under the dusk, the small town was bathed in a pale red mist of light.
Qin Ming was lost in thought. He had heard of having a foot in two boats, but never of walking on two paths.
One was the Demon Path, drawn out by the shattered demon seeds. This time, he didn't use the broken cloth to completely refine them, just to avoid the inability to resonate with the small path.
The other path was drawn out by the Heavenly Light Force that naturally overflowed from him, a particularly vast road, seemingly paved by a shattered Great Sun, with golden radiance like flames.
He should naturally walk this path, but with multiple demon seeds, there would be multiple paths. Why choose just one?
Besides, the Demon Path and the Newborn Road share some common ground.
Even though he wanted to grasp them all, the point was, the two paths were under different feet. How was he supposed to move forward—walk with his legs split?
