By the great river.
Li Chang'an sat cross-legged, his longsword laid across his knees as he pondered the road ahead.
"Entering martial cultivation from mortality had succeeded. That meant the path I had taken was the right one."
"I only needed to keep walking this path and create a method that belonged to me."
He quickly settled on a direction, then slowly rose and embarked on a new journey.
In the years that followed, Li Chang'an traveled far and wide. He discussed swords with knights-errant, befriended men of the greenwood, roamed the world, and drew upon the strengths of every school.
A mere ten years later.
He had become a grandmaster of his generation!
Back when he was still in the Mortal World, he had also been a grandmaster, but he had walked a path created by others.
This time.
Step by step, he had forged his own path as a grandmaster.
"I have already spent a hundred years in the dream. It is time to gather with the others."
Li Chang'an sheathed his sword and headed for Sword Study Hall.
Over the past several decades, people had often been expelled from the dream.
Some had tried to deceive the master with spells they already possessed. Others had failed to simplify high-tier methods and pretended they had deduced them through martial arts. Yet none had escaped the master's sharp eyes.
At this reunion.
Li Chang'an discovered that nearly half the Guest Elders had already been expelled from the dream.
Most of those who remained still had no clue. They continued observing martial artists and struggling to deduce something from them.
"Alas, this old man has deduced it time and again, only to end in failure every time. For years, I have been unable to advance even a single inch."
Fang