In a void world shrouded in darkness.
Su Yi clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground, his face pale.
He had lost.
In his battle against Zhong Qiu, Square Inch Mountain's second successor, he had been suppressed in less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
Yet Su Yi felt rather delighted inwardly.
On the Great Dao, what one feared most was not being the Enemy of the World, but having no enemy in the world!
For Su Yi, in a life-and-death struggle like a debate over the Dao, where one competed purely through one's own Dao cultivation, finding an opponent worthy of battle was undoubtedly far too difficult.
Now that he had been defeated by Zhong Qiu, the significance for Su Yi was far greater than victory.
It was precisely this battle that gave Su Yi entirely new thoughts regarding his understanding of himself, his control over the power of the Silent Nothingness Realm, and the workings of the Great Dao Law. Many insights had also arisen in his heart.
Granted, his injuries were severe, and he was in an utterly wretched state.
But compared to what he had gained, such injuries were nothing at all.
"This Zhong Qiu truly is formidable."
Su Yi sighed inwardly.
The other man's Great Dao possessed the bearing of establishing his own school and founding a mountain as its patriarch. Even though he was merely a Dharma body, he was still terrifying beyond measure.
By comparison, whether Chi Jun or Ling Xuanzi, neither possessed the same bearing of founding a mountain and becoming its patriarch that Zhong Qiu did!
Soon, Su Yi stopped dwelling on it and focused on healing his injuries.
In the distance, Ling Xuanzi was all smiles, delighted beyond measure. "That fellow finally lost a