Without the Myriad Blood Bead, could I have come this far?
Without the Myriad Blood Bead, could I still be the First in History prodigy?
Without the Myriad Blood Bead, would I still be Number One Under Heaven?
Perhaps on some starless, silent night, with the stars dimmed and scattered, these questions had once crept like vines into Li Fei's mind from the deepest corner of his soul.
But he had never cared too much about them.
Because long ago, he had come to regard the Myriad Blood Bead and himself as one.
Just as luck was also a part of strength, Li Fei had always treated the Myriad Blood Bead as a part of himself.
No matter what, everything was me.
Until now, when he needed it most, the Myriad Blood Bead had been "stripped away"!
Those questions once buried deep in his heart and deliberately ignored were no longer empty doubts. They had transformed into the coldest, most naked blades, hacking viciously down before him:
Without the Myriad Blood Bead, can you still do it?
Li Fei told Ning Qingman that, in the unseen workings of fate, it seemed Heaven's will had always made him advance through danger.
This time, "Heaven's will" had thrown him into true peril!
If the path to Above the Peak had to be the hardest path of all,
then for Li Fei to prove his own "Dao," this was the most difficult road he could take!
And the instant his connection with the Myriad Blood Bead was severed, that faint opportunity to break through which he had sensed while ascending to Heaven—
suddenly blazed clear, like dry kindling catching fierce flames!
This was the hardest road, but also the path of proving the Dao that suited Li Fei best!
He began inspecting the