Heaven and earth suddenly froze solid.
Everything—the Cosmic Starry Sky, the rolling Lightning Tribulation Dark Clouds, flashing bolts of lightning, and the consciousness of all living beings—froze motionless, becoming a painting.
Rip—
That painting was torn apart by a resplendent sword light, then shattered into countless fragments.
The starry sky of the Ancient God Domain World Cluster returned to calm once more.
In the skies of the Solar System, A Youth in Green Robes gazed into the night sky.
"I can't keep retreating."
"Immortals were, by nature, great beings formed from countless miracles."
Jiang Ding murmured, "Falling behind again and again will eventually make the burden too heavy to turn back from. The despair that results is something I cannot face—the despairing final years of countless Supremes throughout history. I will never experience them."
"If I am to die, then I will die in my finest years."
Immortal Grade Order had retreated.
The three-step limit had retreated.
The future would inevitably retreat further, because breaking through one's limits only became more difficult the farther one went, difficulties accumulating step by step!
The further one went, the more these difficulties accumulated exponentially.
It could be said that what seemed difficult now was actually the stage most likely to succeed. Later, once one became a Supreme, everything would already be set in stone and would be far harder to change.
Jiang Ding sank into endless contemplation.
No answer was still no answer. Despair in scientific research was perfectly normal; everyone had to go through it, even if the final result proved to be failure and nothing came of it.
Who knew how much time passed.
"Do you have any direction?"
A gentle voice asked.
It was Elder Yuan. He had come here.
"Sword techniques and sword souls."
Jiang Ding was unsurprised. He