1141 The End of the Three Dao Tournament

"How…how so?" the Lotus asked, its anger gone, replaced by curiosity instead. Its emotions seemed to change at a moment's notice, truly like that of a child. Despite being hundreds of thousands of years old, the soul of the Yang-Lotus was truly childlike.

"It's why I started cultivating in the first place, and it's also the reason that I seek strength," John replied truthfully. "I wish to become the most powerful cultivator in existence, so that the only one who can control my fate is me alone. In this regard, you and I are exactly alike."

"So you do understand," the Lotus soul said, almost happy that someone finally understood it for the first time. 

"I do," John nodded, struggling to maintain his calm composure when his body was being cooked alive, while also falling internally from the damage of his dual transformations and previous battle. "And not only do I understand, I can also help you reach your goal."