Above the sea of clouds, vapors churned. Beneath the shroud of heavenly light, the scene possessed a naturally vast and magnificent grandeur.
Zhang Yu stood upon the outer terrace of the Pure Profound Dao Palace, his gaze deep and far-reaching. He had only just withdrawn his consciousness from that High Sublime place and was now digesting the principles he had witnessed there.
Although he had seen quite a few things, only a small portion could truly be understood. It was precisely because he could not understand them that he felt such boundless emptiness. If he could comprehend them completely, he would naturally be able to digest and absorb them.
Yet after prolonged contact, even if the gains were slight, there would always be some realization and harvest. Perhaps for this reason, Qing Shuo and Bai Wang had also undergone subtle changes. Their Dao methods seemed to have gained more variations, which would undoubtedly make the time they spent seeking Dao methods even longer.
But this was a good thing. It meant that the Dao methods they attained in the future might be of a higher grade than before.
At this moment, he raised a hand and lowered his gaze to the Cicada Cry Sword in his grasp.
The realm of "Sever All Absolutes" was still just a little short of the state he had envisioned.
He felt that, after two years of tempering, his swordsmanship had improved considerably. With the impetus of the Heaven-Stacking profound anomaly, he was only a thread away from truly reaching the realm of "Sever All Absolutes."
Yet that tiny distance was difficult to cross. In truth, he had felt this long ago. With every transmission of qi-intent now, the improvement he gained had grown smaller and smaller.
He had begun considering the reason and had