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The Royal Capital.

Walking along the road.

Jiang Ning remained deep in thought.

This trip to the Royal Capital had taught him much and given him a clear view of the current situation.

The world was vast, yet so small.

Before coming to the Royal Capital, even though he had rarely been active and spent most of his time devoted to cultivating the Martial Dao, his name had already spread throughout the nine provinces and thirty-six prefectures.

Now he had also claimed the title of martial champion, been ennobled as Marquis Dongling, and appointed Inspector of Zeshan Prefecture.

Soon, his name would resound throughout the nine provinces and thirty-six prefectures, and his fame could no longer be held back.

And now that he had reached this point, even if he neither fought nor competed, nor made enemies of others—

He had still placed himself in opposition to many great powers.

Because, just as that person had said, this world no longer wanted anyone to reach that step.

It was like a sky pressing down upon all living beings, leaving everyone beneath it only one choice: to bow their heads.

The more he learned, the more he understood what this meant.

This crisis could not be resisted, avoided, or eased.

It was a struggle over their very lives.

Perhaps he did not yet make those beings feel such an intense sense of danger.

But as he grew, he would inevitably reach that point.

After more than eight hundred years of lying dormant, countless powerful figures could no longer endure days spent bowing their heads and bending their backs.

He also knew that he would inevitably reach that point himself.

The road ahead was clear.

As long as he continued working diligently, with Heaven rewarding diligence, he would eventually touch that level.