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Wen Xu had always known that he was a twisted, stubborn person. Everyone praised him as a genius, especially after this outing, when all kinds of acclaim and applause had nearly drowned him. Yet only he himself knew how difficult every step he took had been.

It was like studying. Wen Xu had never considered himself a genius. In his definition, a genius was someone who could achieve their goal without lifting a finger. Clearly, he was not.

The words "letting go" looked light and powerless when written on paper, yet when they fell into his heart and rested in his palm, they were so heavy he could not lift them.

After Wen Xu emerged from the secret realm, the instant he saw the Heaven-Shattering Divine Sword standing in majestic splendor, towering into the clouds, he suddenly understood why he could not stop.

It was not because he was unwilling to stop. It was because he did not want to... deny his former self.

What had he been like in the Mortal Realm?

No one knew his past. Even his master probably knew only the tip of the iceberg.

Only Wen Xu himself knew best that he had drifted from place to place in childhood and suffered every hardship. In his youth, he had restrained himself, yielded, and planned every step with care. The world was a giant wheel; if he did not force himself to align with the direction in which it rolled, then he would become the dust crushed beneath it.

Everyone in the world was selfish, and he was no exception. Forcing himself, compelling himself, even being harsh with himself—those were all choices he had made to survive. The cultivation world appeared peaceful, but it was nowhere near the point where he could lower his guard completely.