At the mountain's summit.
Dusk was ink, and the night wind a blade.
Jiang Ning appeared atop the mountain.
[Source Points]: 51.7
He glanced at the panel, then closed it.
Meeting the Martial Saint had not only given him more information, but also increased his Source Points by over ten.
Now, standing on the summit and gazing at the vast, rolling land in the distance, he sank into thought.
He had learned much from the Martial Saint just now.
Yet he was even less certain about the strength of Ji Xuan, the King Who Stood Shoulder to Shoulder with the Emperor.
As the Martial Saint had said, above the first rank, the differences in strength were enormous.
Powerhouses like Ji Xuan forged their own paths after bringing their martial arts to perfection.
To him, that bore a striking resemblance to his own limit-breaking.
And Ji Xuan had taken that step long ago.
A hundred and fifty years earlier, Ji Xuan had already joined the ranks of the strongest beneath heaven.
After another hundred and fifty years of accumulation, the mere thought of how powerful he had become filled Jiang Ning with wariness.
The flesh knew no bounds, the spirit no restraints; growing endlessly stronger, rising endlessly higher, until one day they touched heaven and entered the world the Martial Saint inhabited.
Ji Xuan had undoubtedly traveled far along that path.
He possessed strength ranked jointly as Second Under Heaven, sustained by the resources of the entire Ji Clan.
I still need to borrow someone else's might first! he thought, though he felt little pressure.
For one thing, his strength was no longer what it had once been. Simple realm distinctions could no longer measure his power.
True powerhouses of the Martial Dao all needed to forge their own