"To you, the period ahead is extremely important. The Mystic Realm is the beginning of the path to proving the Dao, and at the same time, it is also the final stage before stepping onto that path!" Ye Mo stood with his hands behind his back. He glanced at Ye Xiwen and could not help sighing. "Before you knew it, you had already reached this point!"
He seemed to remember when he had first met Ye Xiwen. Back then, Ye Xiwen had merely been at Xiantian. In his eyes, Xiantian? That was nothing more than an ant. At his peak, a single puff of breath could have blown a million, ten million ants of that level to death.
Yet that ant he had never spared a second glance for had now grown to the point where he was only one step away from proving the Dao.
In ordinary people's eyes, the distance from the Mystic Realm to proving the Dao was the distance between heaven and earth. Yet in his eyes, it was merely the width of a small ditch. Cross it, and it was crossed.
Having already come this far, what reason was there not to cross it?
Back then, although he had mapped out much for Ye Xiwen, even he had not been very confident about how far Ye Xiwen could go.
But every single time, Ye Xiwen had completely surpassed his expectations, doing far better than he had anticipated. For instance, he had entered the Mystic Realm in less than five hundred years and was now only one final step away. Even by Ye Mo's standards, that was utterly beyond reproach.
He had long since lost the displeasure he had initially felt toward Ye Xiwen. At first, he had merely been inexplicably trapped by that space and