"With your ability, fellow Daoist, reaching this threshold shouldn't be difficult."
Xu Xing's voice was soft, but to the Tyrant Sovereign it sounded vast and ethereal. For a fleeting moment, he seemed to see countless rivers surging onward, endless and without end.
Not good!
He gathered his thoughts and decisively used the Dao he upheld to erase that glimpse.
It was no wonder he reacted that way.
In Remote Antiquity, when cultivation methods were first created, there had been far too many shortcomings. The pioneers often had to blaze a trail, while those who came after followed in their footsteps.
But it was precisely this practice of treating the experience of one's predecessors as an inviolable rule
that had nearly brought all the Human Race to a standstill at Dao Integration, unable to reach Profound Penetration.
After that, anyone who reached the next stage of cultivation would wait until a second person reached the same stage. Only after they had compared notes would they make their cultivation insights public.
After a long while, the Tyrant Sovereign felt his mind grow perfectly clear.
Recalling what he had just done, he couldn't help but sigh. "Cultivating the Dao is truly difficult."
There was no road ahead, so they could only keep feeling their way forward. They also had to be constantly vigilant not to stray onto the wrong path.
"But someone has to walk it."
"That's true."
The Tyrant Sovereign gazed into the distance, as if looking at some terrifying being sealed away in the unseen depths.
"Too bad we're constrained and can't leave. When the day comes that we've beaten every last one of those damned Cang Race bastards to death, I'll definitely venture beyond the worlds!"
"There'll be a chance." Xu Xing's voice grew fainter and fainter.
Soon, that sliver