"Is it already too late to cultivate the Dao in this life?" Fang Qianyuan had expended a great deal of Spirit Essence in that last strike and was now seizing every moment to regulate his breathing and recover.
As he listened to his opponent's assessment, an inexplicable emotion stirred within him.
In truth, Xue Pingchuan had a point.
Fang Qianyuan's cultivation and achievements could indeed be said to owe everything to that Mysterious Treasure Pill.
Even the convictions and resolve it had nurtured were rooted in his talent and strength.
Even his name had been copied by his father, Fang Hai, from those ruins.
Such were the wonders of life's encounters.
His own efforts had certainly played a part, but unseen workings of fortune had also blessed him, bringing about this wondrous outcome.
This was indeed beyond what ordinary people could hope to match. Most could only gaze upon it and sigh, lamenting that it was already too late to cultivate the Dao in this life.
Suddenly, light rippled across the giant ape manifestation as it reverted to a shimmering Spirit Garment enveloping its master. Then the light withdrew, and the Spirit Garment went out like a candle flame, returning entirely into his body.
Fang Qianyuan looked toward him with some puzzlement.
His senses told him that although Xue Pingchuan had expended a great deal of Spirit Essence just as he had, his opponent still retained some strength and could fight on.
Moreover, Transformation Dao Spirit Tamers excelled at close combat. Even their Essence-Blood Vital Energy alone could sustain them through a prolonged battle.
But Fang Qianyuan soon understood.
He noticed wisps of black mist curling around Xue Pingchuan, still relentlessly eating away at his vitality.
That was the power carried by Wind Blade Frost Sword. It incorporated black wind