A Concordant Holy String? I'll Down It in One Go!

Bronya pulled Theresa away. Zhao Bai did not even need to say much; there seemed to be some kind of unspoken understanding between them.

He sat down cross-legged.

His state of mind was like a winding path leading into seclusion, utterly calm.

It began by the lake and ended by the lake.

Like a wheel, it had gone in circles and returned to its starting point.

Zhao Bai's history of cultivating Taixu Sword Qi had begun when he picked up the Xuanyuan Sword. When he held the Xuanyuan Sword, he had experienced the mysteries of the highest realm, the Great Void Realm, more than once. It could be said that he had gained many insights.

Yet when he tried to comprehend it himself, he always felt as though there was a layer of paper over the window. He could never quite grasp the key.

Zhao Bai muttered to himself as if taking stock, sounding rather deranged.

This was his final struggle.

To behold the Great Void Realm at a glance, one had to clearly understand the truest desires buried deep within one's heart. Only by dispelling the clouds, seeing the sun, and leaving not a trace of gloom in one's heart could one reach it.

That was why he needed to take stock.

"Why have I been cultivating so diligently? Is it to protect something?"

He asked himself.

"No. From beginning to end, it has been for myself. The beauty of this world, the girls I like—if I returned to where I came from, all of that would cease to exist. What meaning would there be left?"

Zhao Bai understood.

To keep living in this world, to confess to the girls he liked once more...

For those tiny wishes, he had to fight.

Zhao Bai stared fixedly at the lake.