An Heavenly Supreme Sword Saint had left these words behind. The ancient characters were weathered, bearing no telling how many years of change, yet the brief line shook the soul.
This Sword Saint had claimed to possess the aspiration of the Saint Grade, but reality had been cruel. He had stopped at the Sea of Bitterness and failed to find the Other Shore of the same Saint Grade.
The years had passed. There was no way to know what this Sword Saint had experienced in the Sea of Bitterness, but one could roughly imagine the scene when he carved these words. He had searched and turned endlessly within the Sea of Bitterness, yet never escaped it until his death. These ancient characters must have been the true portrayal of his heart in his final moments.
He had harbored saintly ambitions, only to die full of regret.
The path to the Saint Grade was incomparably difficult. Since ancient times, one saint's success had come at the cost of countless bones. Yet this sacred path still held a fatal attraction for people, and over the ages, countless people had rushed toward it one after another.
Though tens of millions stood in the way of becoming a saint, I would still go forth.
This Sword Saint had merely been one among the countless millions who had fallen upon the path to sainthood.
Looking at the Sword Saint's inscription on the stone wall, all of them were deeply moved. The sacred path was still too elusive and unfathomable to them. They could not comprehend the hardships of the path to sainthood, but from this Sword Saint's words, they could vaguely understand that this sacred path was not easy to walk.
Perhaps some people would never touch the threshold of the sacred path in their