The Threshold

At his level, his strength had long since surpassed the realm of Great Divine Power.

Figures like the Lord of Lightning could now be crushed beneath his heel with ease.

Above that were beings such as the Ancestor God and Tamu.

Chen Shouyi had long since formed some guesses about what level these creatures were at. The Insight state was merely a crude manifestation of that level.

Of course, compared with the Ancestor God, who still possessed a tangible form, Tamu, who had become all things and was omnipresent, was undoubtedly stronger.

Terrifyingly strong.

Chen Shouyi's expression turned solemn.

Whether suppressing the Ancestor God or devouring the Solar System, it had handled everything with effortless ease, without the slightest trace of earthly exertion. The strength it had displayed probably was not even the tip of the iceberg—perhaps it had merely been acting on instinct.

Fortunately, it had been acting on instinct. Earth still had that thread of hope.

In the days that followed, he continued his seclusion.

Unfortunately, from that point onward, his strength made no further progress. Every time he cultivated, his body collapsed. For more than a month, his attribute points did not change in the slightest.

"Look, the snow's stopped!"

"Really! The newspaper even issued a red snowstorm warning and said it would snow for several days. I was looking forward to school being canceled."

"Don't even think about it. Even if school's canceled, we'll probably have to go out and shovel snow."

"That's still better than going to school."

"Wow, the sun's even out."

"Don't you think it's strange? It was snowing just a moment ago."

On the bus, a group of female middle-school students who had just finished school chattered away. Youths knew nothing of sorrow; their faces held both excitement and a touch of