As your choice was made, the simulation continued.
[You pondered briefly, your thoughts flashing like lightning and sparks before you reorganized the method for breaking through with the Heaven-Refining Hand. The key to this cultivation art lay in condensing a Dharma Aspect within the Inner Heaven and Earth. Yet to advance further, you needed to condense spiritual energy anew, transform it into Spirit Qi, and then refine it into Spirit Fluid.]
[The true essence of refining essence into qi, and refining qi into spirit.]
[At that thought, an urge rose within you. It was as if you could sense the vast fortune of the Yan Territory surging toward you, echoing with the cultivation art within your body. A crimson glow began to bloom over your arm.]
[Though the path of cultivation was dull and monotonous, every inch of progress filled you with joy.]
[The night passed without incident.]
[The next morning, thin mist coiled over the river.]
[In another half day, they would reach Yong Pass, take the official road, and travel without hindrance straight toward Yan Capital in the northern mountains.]
[Everyone aboard the ship had risen early, full of vigor.]
[Li Lanjiang still stood at the bow, but his expression was rather desolate. Last night, he had finally been unable to hold back and challenged Lu Yu to a match.]
[In literature, there was no first; in martial arts, there was no second.]
[Li Lanjiang felt helpless. He had once used the sword to subdue the Sword Sect—how could he not possess pride? Yet last night's contest had nearly snapped the sword intent he had forged through forty years of relentless advance.]
[He took a drink against the river wind, his face gloomy. Sure enough, being born into the same era as certain people was itself a tragedy.]