At this thought!
The gap between those values seemed to transform into a tangible chasm, barring his path to the Dao.
"Those seven lost law runes may not seem like much, but each one would require endless painstaking effort to condense anew, to comprehend the profound mysteries at the source of the Blood Law...
How many long years would this Venerable have to spend before I could once again set foot at the peak of the second realm?!"
The more Cheng Buzheng thought about it, the more intense the ache in his heart became, like a dull blade carving away flesh, thread by thread, strand by strand, eroding his mind.
That feeling was several times deeper than when he had been threatened by the sect's Foundation Establishment cultivator back then, as though his heart's blood were truly dripping from the tip of his heart.
A regression in one's comprehension of Laws was far harder to bear than a loss in cultivation···
Because it concerned one's understanding of the Great Dao, the very shaking of one's foundation.
Though Cheng Buzheng's heart ached so badly he could nearly suffocate, and even the radiance of his true spirit origin flickered uncertainly under the sway of those emotions, within those deep, star-sea-like eyes of his, beyond the regret···
there was not the slightest trace of remorse!
"Given the conditions, am I supposed to refrain from attempting a breakthrough?
Must I cling to my present achievements like a miser, waiting for a pie to fall from the heavens and land right on this Venerable's head, helping me effortlessly cross this hurdle?"
He questioned himself inwardly, then gave a resolute answer.
"How could that be possible!"
"Nor is it remotely realistic!
This Venerable has come all this way by hacking through brambles and thorns. When have