Time gradually passed.
Good times were always brief.
After capturing that trace of essence, Dongguan still treasured his time, doing everything he could to comprehend the Origin Great Dao and deepen his accumulated understanding.
But in the end, he still slipped out of that state.
"If only I had a little longer-" Dongguan still felt reluctant to let it go.
Although he knew how precious this opportunity was, and he could now face the Great Dao directly to a certain extent, it was still worlds apart from what he had just experienced.
It was like the difference between having to learn a language on your own with a pile of books in that language and a hefty dictionary, and having an expert teacher help you learn systematically and answer your questions at any time.
Without facing the Great Dao directly, it was like being left to read on your own without even that dictionary.
In fact, those books were themselves the inheritances and Secret Arts you needed to seek out.
Thus, cultivation was always difficult at the beginning, difficult in the middle, and difficult at the end. Only giving up was easy.
Of course, the benefit of cultivation was that you could test the results of your own practice, and the sense of accomplishment it brought
would be what drove many people to cultivate.
Dongguan gazed toward the end of the path, which resembled a dark vortex, somewhat lost in thought.
"Hm?" He seemed to spot a thin red thread appearing within the endless darkness, indistinct and faint.
"Did I see that wrong, or...?" He felt that it somewhat resembled Blood Prisoner's aura.
But Blood Prisoner was already gone now. Even if there was something, it would be Mei Gu's doing.
"So this time, Mei Gu came out ahead?"
Earlier,