Xia Dong immediately sensed a wondrous change within himself.
His Dragon-Subduing Martial Dao True Intent, which had only just broken through and still felt somewhat unsteady and restless, seemed to find its anchor. It settled in an instant.
The Martial Dao True Intent, like blood-colored glass, grew denser and weightier. Deep within his spiritual altar, it stood firm as a mountain.
It was a feeling of certainty that came from within.
All around him, the Supreme Clarity Divine Firmament Dao's Sword Intent still raged through the desolate Sword Mound.
The sharp Sword Intent gathered into towering waves that crashed toward Xia Dong, one after another, each following hard upon the last.
The power of those waves was astonishing.
Before, a single impact like that would have torn Xia Dong's Martial Intent full of holes. An ordinary cultivator or martial artist who entered would have been shredded into a soulless husk in an instant.
But things were entirely different now.
Faced with the overwhelming tide of Sword Intent, Xia Dong did not move an inch.
He stood quietly where he was. His Dragon-Subduing True Intent flowed naturally around him, forming an invisible barrier that looked as thin as a cicada's wing yet was all but unbreakable.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The violent waves of Sword Intent slammed into Xia Dong with deafening roars. Yet he stood like an ancient reef rooted in a raging sea.
The Sword Intent brushing over him now felt like a spring breeze, no longer causing even a trace of the pain of being sliced apart. Xia Dong's heart finally settled.
And the joy of wrestling opportunity and success, bit by bit, from a life-or-death struggle was richer and more intoxicating than swallowing any heavenly treasure.
"So cultivation only truly begins when you forge your own path."
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