Breaking the Boundary

Inside the minor pocket realm, Liu Zongyuan was bored out of his mind. The damn place was only as big as a palm; a few steps were enough to circle it.

They'd been stuck here for months. Who could stand that?

No, that wasn't true. One person could.

That figure, as motionless as a wooden carving or clay statue, could stand without moving for half a month straight. Why half a month?

Because sometimes he came back to himself.

What a ridiculous, maddening ability, Liu Zongyuan thought.

Aside from Distracted Taoist, Wang Xingzhi didn't seem able to move either—or rather, he couldn't move around freely. In this blasted place, if he did, he could get randomly lost. It wouldn't be so bad on flat ground, but if he wound up inside a mountain or underground, things would get very troublesome.

So unless there was something to do, Wang Xingzhi mostly stayed still too.

Even if he really needed to move, he would call one of their nine companions to carry him.

"Hanyu's pills are fucking terrible."

Liu Zongyuan couldn't help grumbling inwardly. Just look at what they'd turned him into.

But then again, he wasn't much better. Whenever anyone nearby used spiritual power, his own could go out of control, either attacking others for no reason or turning on him.

He'd been screwed over just as badly.

Thinking about pills naturally reminded him of Hanyu, and thinking of Hanyu brought to mind that freakish cultivation speed of his.

The last time Hanyu had come by, he'd already been able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Elder Mu. It had nearly scared Liu Zongyuan to death.

Though, more than anything, he'd been jealous.

After all, back then Hanyu had called him "Senior" at every turn. In less than a year, the