Heaven and earth suddenly froze.
Everything—the starry universe, the roiling thunderclouds of tribulation, the flickering lightning, even the consciousness of every living being—stood motionless, transformed into a painting.
Rrrip!
A dazzling sword light tore through the painting, shattering it into countless fragments.
Peace returned to the starry expanse of the Ancient God Domain World Cluster.
In the sky above the Solar System, a youth in azure gazed at the night sky.
"I can't keep yielding."
"Immortals are great beings born of countless miracles."
Jiang Ding murmured, "Fall behind once, then again, and the burden will grow too heavy to cast off. The despair that comes at the end is something I cannot face. I will never live through the despair countless supreme beings have known in their final years."
"If I must die, I will die in the finest years of my life."
He had yielded on an immortal-level order.
He had yielded on the three-step limit.
In the future, he would inevitably yield further. The farther he went, the harder it would become to break through his limits; the difficulties would pile up step by step!
And the farther he went, the more those difficulties would grow exponentially.
What seemed difficult now was, in fact, the stage at which success would be easiest. Later, once he became a supreme being, everything would be set, and changing it would be harder still.
Jiang Ding sank into endless thought.
If there was no answer, then there was no answer. Despair was only too common in research. Everyone had to face it, even if the final result proved to be failure, with nothing accomplished.
He did not know how much time passed.
"Do you have a direction?"
A gentle voice posed the question.
It was Yuan. He had come here.
"Swordsmanship