Knowing when to let go.
It meant being able to pick something up, and able to set it down.
Rare indeed.
It meant that beings like the Pharmacist, who stood proudly atop the Great Dao yet could relinquish an entire lifetime's Dao cultivation, were far too few.
But what did this "formidable" mean?
The Ferryman could not quite make heads or tails of it.
The Dao Definitive said no more.
It was as though, to Him, giving such an appraisal was already an unprecedented thing.
The Pharmacist staggered away, his figure lonely, old as rotten wood. He never looked back.
Yet no one's heart could calm for a long time.
The Pharmacist's surrender was far more shocking and incomprehensible than Heaven Duke's desperate death.
But Su Yi understood. The Pharmacist had completely let go of an obsession that had weighed upon his heart for ages beyond measure.
For the Pharmacist, being cast down into the mortal dust truly was no different from liberation.
Heaven and earth fell silent; the four wilds made no sound.
In the two battles before and after, Heaven Duke had died in battle, while the Pharmacist had been cast down into the mortal world.
Two Heaven Sealing Venerables had lost just like that.
All of it left everyone profoundly shaken.
Just how strong was Su Yi?
No one knew.
For in those two one-on-one Great Dao Competitions, Su Yi, a sword cultivator, had not yet truly drawn his sword!
That was what truly made people's hearts tremble.
"What a pity. The scene of 'both sides suffering grievous losses' that you had hoped for never happened."
Killer of Myself smiled and teased the Drunkard.
The Drunkard's brows were tightly furrowed. He could not be bothered to respond.
At a time like this, Killer of Myself still had