A bowstring stretched too tight was liable to snap.
So Lu Chong did not force the issue. When he felt himself reach his limit once more, he chose to rest for the time being.
Will was not a physical body or energy that could be seen or felt, but it could likewise adapt through the accumulation of time.
Lu Chong first needed to adapt to the intensity of this pressure on his will before continuing onward.
However, his solitary rest did not last long before it was interrupted by an unexpected visitor.
"Fellow Daoist, do you dare fight me? A battle to the death."
Several hundred meters ahead of Lu Chong, a Dao Entry Realm cultivator looked at him with a somewhat ferocious expression and said in a voice tinged with madness.
Seeing the other man's state, Lu Chong frowned inwardly, though he replied calmly on the surface, "Not interested. Find someone else worthy of the honor."
This was a life-and-death challenge. At his current stage, Lu Chong had no desire to take part in such an unprovoked battle—especially one that had to end in death.
Along the way, he had seen people unable to bear the pressure on the Path to Profound Comprehension, or unable to break through after repeated attempts, begin challenging others.
This was like walking two roads at once, hoping to carve out another path through the thorns.
But Lu Chong did not want to take that road yet. He felt he could still break through his limits, so why borrow another's hand?
More importantly, a provocateur like the man before him was not enough to bring Lu Chong any pressure. Such a challenge held little meaning for him and could not serve the purpose of a life-and-death battle at all.
"Once you step onto this