Far away in the Extreme Eastern Land, Leng Qingsong woke from his meditative trance.
His eyes held pain and conflicting emotions. He had never expected this Dao enlightenment to cause him such agony, or even make him fear the Green Lotus Sword Dao.
Yet Leng Qingsong's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. The laws surrounding him were so dense they had almost solidified, and it seemed that at any moment he would condense a Minor World and entrust his True Spirit to the Dao.
For Leng Qingsong, crossing from the Body Integration Realm to the Tribulation Transcendence Stage seemed to take only an instant, yet also seemed to span a long lifetime.
What Li Taibai had left within his body this time was the entirety of Li Taibai's insights into the Sword Dao.
From nothing to something, and from something to nothing.
Rather than saying Leng Qingsong had inherited Li Taibai's Dao, it would be more accurate to say he had retraced Li Taibai's cultivation journey.
As he traveled farther and farther along Li Taibai's cultivation journey, his realm naturally rose like a boat lifted by rising waters.
But when he reached the step of becoming an Immortal, Leng Qingsong stopped.
Only a thread separated him from immortality, yet that thread seemed like an impassable chasm.
The No-Dao Realm.
Forget everything, forget myself. I am the sword, and the sword is me!
He had to become the purest sword, and abandon every emotion beyond the sword.
Only a sword without emotion or attachments could sever everything in this world!
He would glimpse the root of the Dao and merge his entire being into no-Dao.
No-Dao naturally shattered all methods, and shattering all methods made it the natural enemy of every Immortal who entrusted their True Spirit to the Dao!