Thinking about it carefully, Bai Yang realized that he had brought so many elixirs, cultivation techniques, and weapons down from the Eternal Boat. Coupled with the secret arts and magical treasures he mastered, his foundation was already not inferior to some empires with less ancient histories.
A foundation sufficient to rival an entire nation on his own, yet why had he turned into his current state? Facing alien prodigies, he held apprehensions; facing the likes of Holy Land Saint Sons, he avoided conflict whenever possible; facing the leaders of various factions, his hands and feet were tied...
Could it be that he was truly inferior to them?
Putting other things aside, just take the sect master of Qingyun Holy Land: as long as the other party did not pull out the Qingyun Holy Land's Extreme Dao Divine Weapon, Bai Yang could completely slaughter him. Even if the other party took out the Extreme Dao Divine Weapon, was he truly helpless?
No, Bai Yang still had the World Tree seedling, and he had yet to unleash one of the Ten Extraordinary Skills of the world, which was completely enough to cope with it!
That extraordinary skill had failed its very first closed-door breakthrough to the Sage realm, and ever since he mastered it, he had never once used it.
However, why had he turned into this state?
His hands and feet were tied, he was always evading, time and time again, until now when encountering problems he had almost forgotten to use the methods he mastered to solve them.
Then where exactly did the problem lie?
Bai Yang could not figure it out; no one could help him with this problem of the mind. Only by figuring it out himself could he shatter that kind of invisible shackles on his body.