To Destroy Them, First Drive Them Mad

Deng Jilin's domain had been completely suppressed, but what truly crushed him was himself.

"Sorry, there are still injustices in my heart that I cannot resolve on my own."

Deng Jilin sighed and showed Su Ge an apologetic expression.

"It's fine. My domain has successfully evolved as well. But the resentment in your heart is something you still need to sort out yourself."

Su Ge brushed off the snow that had just fallen on him, slowly rose to his feet, and prepared to head down the mountain.

Given today's situation—or rather, until Deng Jilin figured things out—there was no point in further honing his domain.

"If injustice remains in your heart, then draw your sword and cut it down."

"A man must not trap himself and wear himself away. Heaven Frost, too, needs the sharpness to break through a deadlock."

"With the sword in your hand, what can't be done? What mustn't be done?"

After saying this, Su Ge headed straight down the mountain, intending to let Deng Jilin think it through on his own.

"What can't be done? What mustn't be done?"

"..."

Wind and snow rose around Deng Jilin once more, but light gradually returned to his eyes. Looking at Heaven Frost beside him, his murmured words were swallowed by the storm...

Meanwhile, Su Ge walked down the mountain, reflecting on what had just happened.

Although Deng Jilin had successfully condensed his Ultimate Ice Soul Core, he had become stuck at rank seventy-nine, unable to advance another inch.

Whether he could break through the Soul Douluo bottleneck depended on whether he could overcome that hurdle in his heart.

That was simply who he was. Becoming a Soul Saint in his thirties had not been mere luck or coincidence; it was supported by that fire in his heart and