At that moment, Li Yun felt a sense of satisfaction unlike anything he had ever known.
It came not only from achieving his goal, but also from the Sacred Will inherent in Saint-Grade True Qi.
By cultivating Saint-Grade True Qi, he had taken a crucial step toward Transcendence into Sainthood.
He could scarcely be called human anymore.
But Li Yun quickly reined in that satisfaction and forced down his surging excitement. He was not afraid of being swept between great joy and great sorrow. He feared losing himself in that overwhelming satisfaction and growing complacent.
To him, cultivating Saint-Grade True Qi was only the first step toward Transcendence into Sainthood. The road ahead was still long, and this was nowhere near the end of Martial Dao.
The road of Martial Dao stretched far ahead; he still had to keep searching high and low.
Night spread outside. Within the Water-Fire Wonderland, Li Yun sat cross-legged, four hundred eighty Apertures across his body twinkling like Stars. A faint golden glow lit the surrounding walls.
He raised his right hand and gazed at the strand of golden True Qi slowly circling his fingertip.
Within that True Qi, the trace of Sacred Will had grown ever more substantial.
Three days had passed since he cultivated Saint-Grade True Qi.
During those three days, he had not rushed to train. Instead, he had explored the mysteries of his newly formed True Qi again and again.
The more he explored, the more astonished he became—Saint-Grade True Qi was far stronger than he had imagined.
First was that Sacred Will.
At a thought, golden True Qi gathered into a halo above his palm. Within it, that will awakened—sacred, majestic, and inviolable.
He took out a fine-iron dagger, channeled his True Qi to its fullest, and stabbed it fiercely