A Little Sparring?

Above Canglan, beyond the heavens.

The churning Sea of Blood gradually subsided, shrinking inward in unison like a receding tide...

The blade and sword that spanned the Starry River reined in their sharpness, fading away bit by bit...

The Iron Fist suppressing the Starry Sky spread its five fingers and slowly withdrew...

There was also the majestic figure riding a Prison Bull, the Fire Phoenix with starlight in its beak, and blade after blade, spear after spear, sword after sword, halberd after halberd...

The countless phenomena filling the Stellar Sea withdrew one after another. Epoch Prodigy after Epoch Prodigy opened their eyes, each gaze brimming with indescribable excitement, delight, and... shock!

Opportunity!

A heaven-sent opportunity!

Previously, each of the hundred clear recitations had possessed only one ten-thousandth of the effect of comprehending it face-to-face.

Even so, every one of them had glimpsed the road ahead, enough to make them deliriously joyful.

Yet the final recitation—the Heavenly Book Li Qingshan had read aloud in human script, its resounding voice of the Great Dao—had an effect even greater than their own face-to-face comprehension!

This was an opportunity tens of thousands of times greater than they had imagined!

Qingshan Spread Martial Arts!

It was precisely thanks to this that they had been able to follow the illuminated Martial Path and complete their transformations!

Yet just as everyone was excited and stunned—

"Phew! Finally finished reading. He shouldn't read it again, right?"

Suixin let out a heavy breath of relief. He cautiously glanced at the cracks again and again, and only after confirming that no more sound emerged did he pat his chest and put away his prayer beads.

In an instant, countless gazes shifted onto the young monk. There was no longer any disdain in their eyes—only bafflement.

"Why are you staring at