In the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed.
Within a vast, boundless starry sky, a figure sat cross-legged in the void.
The figure was not tall, yet he appeared incomparably majestic, making others unable to resist the urge to worship him.
All manner of profound powers swirled around his body, forming one illusory scene after another.
Those scenes were endless, stretching across the stars as though they encompassed all things in heaven and earth—the changing of the four seasons, birth, aging, sickness, and death, gratitude, resentment, vengeance, and slaughter, destruction and rebirth, endlessly replaying.
The sight was incomparably profound, yet also incomparably unreal.
No one knew how much time had passed before all the mysterious scenes slowly dispersed, and the figure rose to his feet.
That figure was none other than Su Mo.
A hundred years had passed, and he had successfully reached the high-level Dao Realm. Everything had fallen into place as naturally as water flowing into a channel.
As for his Three Thousand and One Great Daos, aside from a small portion that he had yet to fully comprehend and thus could not wield at their greatest power, he had thoroughly comprehended and integrated the vast majority of them.
Only at this moment did Su Mo truly feel that he had reached the pinnacle—the pinnacle of martial artists, the pinnacle of this world.
"Everything feels like a lifetime ago!"
Su Mo's eyes were as deep and boundless as if they saw through all things. Countless emotions and endless sighs welled up in his heart.
In a daze, he seemed to see himself many years ago, struggling in Linyang City, striving in Tian Yue Kingdom, and charging forward without hesitation on Azure Continent.
Along the way, he had encountered far too many trials, but he had also