Passage (Part 2)

Immense pain drowned Ning Ye like an ocean.

The threat of death shrouded him as never before.

Yet Ning Ye was incomparably clear-headed at that moment.

He firmly believed that he would not die!

Not merely because he had calculated it with the Heaven Asking Art, but because he was the child of destiny.

He knew why he had come, and he knew what mission he bore.

As his life neared its end, Ning Ye was even more lucid than before.

The closer he came to death, the deeper his comprehension of the Great Dao.

He felt it.

Strands of spatial power poured in. Even as they eroded Ning Ye, they also left deep imprints within him.

A wild goose passes, leaving traces behind!

This thought suddenly surfaced in Ning Ye's mind.

Everything that had once harmed me would ultimately... belong to me.

His soul flame, like a candle guttering in the wind, trembled in its final wavering.

Then, with a swish, it froze in place, motionless.

It was as though time had solidified in that instant.

He could no longer feel the storm, nor the fading of life. Everything, everything, had come to a standstill.

Yet only Ning Ye's body was still; the outside world was not.

He continued onward, charging ahead, flying through that long spatial passage.

Like a clay statue or wooden carving.

Only, his body—which had originally been collapsing—began to slowly recover, becoming ever more crystalline and lustrous.

After absorbing spatial power and comprehending deeper spatial Dao laws, Ning Ye had fundamentally transformed and elevated himself.

This allowed him to adapt greatly to spatial transmission of such intensity.

And once the hardest stretch had passed, all that lay ahead was an open road.

Now that his Dao realm had finally advanced greatly, Ning Ye's heart was