But once he succeeded, it would be countless times more formidable than Jun Dingtian's so-called Three Thousand Sword Daos.
This was the most arduous path. If proving the Dao was already the hardest thing in the world, then this path was the most difficult of all roads leading to the Dao.
But just as one could only see a rainbow after wind and rain, only the hardest road could lead to the highest peak. That was why Ye Mo had not stopped him even after learning of his choice. In Ye Mo's eyes, proving the Dao was merely a waypoint on the summit of martial arts. Anyone who truly wished to become an Emperor and reign over the world had to walk the hardest road and behold scenery ordinary people could never see.
Ye Xiwen no longer knew how long he had fought within it. An hour? Two hours? A day? Two days? Ten days? He simply continued immersing himself in his sword Dao. Slowly, he began abandoning his other martial arts. He had already decided that his second Martial Dao Avatar would be a sword Dao avatar, so he had to focus solely on the sword Dao. Once he condensed the sword Dao avatar, his strength would undergo another earth-shaking transformation. By then, even if he faced an expert at the Middle Stage of Death Mystic Realm, he was confident he could retreat unharmed. That was the power of a Martial Dao Avatar.
His frenzied slaughter also caused the blood-red bats that had been hunting and darting about everywhere to halt. These blood-red bats seemed to have been thoroughly enraged by Ye Xiwen, and they began launching mad attacks at him.
At that moment, violent ripples surged through the void. Two figures tore through space and appeared there.
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