He really had lost his composure.
He had originally thought that after all these years of effort, even if he couldn't catch up to that person, he should at least have narrowed the gap a little.
But when they met again,
the other party had already reached a height he himself would never have dared imagine!
The gap between them
was practically a heavenly chasm, plunging him into despair!
How could that not throw him into chaos?
Xie Qingtian could clearly feel it.
His sword
had grown dull.
It was as though he had encountered an obstacle too difficult to cross, and no longer possessed that feeling of being invincible wherever he struck.
He could feel that
if he couldn't cross this hurdle, he would likely never make any further progress.
He had encountered the greatest bottleneck of his life.
At this moment, he was already a Void Realm martial artist.
Even his master, Sword Venerable, found it difficult to offer him much more guidance.
Thus, his master, Sword Venerable, had advised him to go to the Sky-Piercing Sword Sect,
to visit that old ancestor who had already made a name for himself a thousand years ago and had traveled an extremely long road in the Sword Dao.
His master, Sword Venerable, said that the old ancestor was a fine old man.
When he was young, Sword Venerable had also received guidance from him.
Having reached that level, standing at the peak of a domain, the old ancestor had long since stopped clinging to sect or lineage. He acted entirely as he pleased, and whenever he saw a junior with outstanding Sword Dao talent, he had never been stingy with his guidance.
Perhaps for Sword Venerable's sake, and considering Xie Qingtian's talent, the old ancestor might offer him a pointer