Cultivation had suddenly risen to Fifteen Restrictions—something Lin Jiufeng had never heard of.
He had always thought cultivation only went as far as the Ninth Restriction.
It was only after his realm had risen that he learned there was a Tenth Restriction above the Ninth Restriction.
He had never expected that upon entering the Ninth Restriction, he would learn that cultivation realms could rise as high as Fifteen Restrictions.
Emperor Willow also asked curiously, "Are there any great cultivators at Fifteen Restrictions in today's world?"
Uncle Shao shook his head. "Perhaps there are. How could ordinary people like us possibly know of such mighty cultivators?"
"Then who was the strongest in the Emperor Family back then?" Emperor Willow asked again.
"Your great-grandfather—my master. His strength had reached the terrifying peak of the Tenth Restriction. It was also Master who told me about Fifteen Restrictions. He said that all his life, he had wanted to follow in the footsteps of those predecessors, yet he could never find the way in."
"A mere Fifteen Restrictions—I will definitely reach it!" Emperor Willow's small body stood beneath the sunlight as he declared with towering ambition.
Uncle Shao laughed heartily. "I believe Young Master will certainly accomplish it."
After his bold declaration, Emperor Willow lifted his longsword, his gaze resolute. "Let's begin sword practice."
Uncle Shao began teaching Emperor Willow sword techniques.
Lin Jiufeng watched from the side.
The sun rose and set. Time flowed on, swift as a galloping horse glimpsed through a lantern's window.
With his own eyes, he watched a generation's Sword God grow.
Emperor Willow could learn any sword technique after seeing it once, master it after practicing it once, and with a little further contemplation, comprehend the Sword Intent within.
At one month old, he broke through the First Restriction.