"Sadly, he still hadn't held on until the end."
Savage cracks ran through the dark void, billions of faces flickering within them, twisted and wailing.
Within the silent Main Hall, the young man stood with his hands behind his back, regret on his face, like a teacher sighing over a student who had given up halfway through.
The two layered together, instantly making Suixin, who had been lost in thought... shudder with terror!
"Li... Brother Li..."
Suixin swallowed, but he truly could not suppress the curiosity in his heart and cautiously asked:
"What did you mean by 'held on'?"
"It was nothing, just ordinary cultivation."
Li Qingshan spoke as if it were only natural. Yet after sweeping his gaze across the wailing faces, he paused and added:
"The road is blocked and long; it is destined never to be smooth sailing. If you want to improve, you must trample flat every rough patch along the way."
"Qingfeng became Mind Nightmare and fused with me, living and dying together with me, so I took him along for part of the journey."
"However, even with an Indestructible True Spirit, his will still could not withstand the tempering. In the end, he fell upon the road of progress and became a flight of stairs..."
His tone was calm, as though he were merely saying that a teacher had taken a student running, only for the student to fail to endure to the end...
The calmer he sounded, the more terrifying it was!
"Ordinary cultivation???"
Suixin's scalp went numb. He stared in horror at the crack in the void, watching the twisted faces flash past.
Their expressions differed, yet every one of them bore the same ultimate agony.
It was difficult to imagine,
what kind of "ordinary cultivation" it had been?
And what kind