Wandering (7)

Time flew by, and another ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Ning Ye now, one would find his complexion exceedingly pale, the light of his Primordial Spirit greatly dimmed.

His cultivation had even begun to regress.

That was inevitable under the Limitless Dao Lord's unceasing devouring.

At this rate, perhaps the next ten years would be when Ning Ye met his death.

Yet Ning Ye did not care in the slightest. He even smiled happily.

The Limitless Dao Lord, on the other hand, despite holding the advantage, was plagued by unease.

He knew perfectly well that every advantage he possessed had been willingly handed to him by his opponent. Such an advantage meant nothing.

He only hoped that Ning Ye's third method for defeating him would at least leave him a way out.

In fact, if Ning Ye invited him to join the demon-slaying army now, the Limitless Dao Lord might well agree—this young man before him was too terrifying. The Limitless Dao Lord had even begun to feel that perhaps Ning Ye truly could one day reach the Ninth Realm and become the master of the Heavenly Dao.

But Ning Ye insisted on using him to sharpen his blade, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Thus, over these years, the two simply remained locked against each other. Now and then, with nothing better to do, they would even chat a little.

From the Limitless Dao Lord's perspective, this was no longer a matter of enemies facing one another. It was more like encountering a martial fanatic who insisted on having a satisfying fight with him, leaving him no choice. Thus, deep down, he instead found himself hoping that Ning Ye would succeed sooner.

Today was somewhat different from usual. The Limitless