``` [In May of the twenty-ninth year, after a year in seclusion, you finally seized that thread of opportunity, fused your Star-Thunder Sword Nascent Soul with your soul, and broke through to the Spirit Transformation Realm.
Although you were in the Secret Realm, your Nascent Soul's transformation still drew Tribulation Lightning that filled the sky.
You passed through the first six bolts of Tribulation Lightning with ease.
When the seventh bolt of Tribulation Lightning fell, your aura grew somewhat disordered, but you still weathered it unharmed.
After a brief adjustment, you faced the eighth bolt of Tribulation Lightning. You merged your body with your sword and endured it through sheer force, suffering only minor injuries.
Yet after the eighth bolt of Tribulation Lightning, there was still a ninth.
Your expression grew grave, and you decided to stake your life on one final struggle.
You used Sword Flight with your Primordial Spirit, and Sword Light pointed straight at the heavens.
After the ninth bolt of Heavenly Thunder, your Primordial Spirit was in disarray, and your entire body was charred black.
But you had survived it.
You had finally become one of the cultivators at the pinnacle of this world.]
[In August of the twenty-ninth year, after three months in seclusion, you finally recovered from your injuries.
After emerging, you merged your body with your sword, flew dozens of miles in an instant, and slew with a single strike the Spirit Transformation Star Monster you had fought to a draw several times.
By now, you had almost no rivals in this Secret Realm, but its Star Monsters could still strengthen your Primordial Spirit.
Yet you hesitated between continuing to fight and searching for a way out.
You had been gone for far too long.
You feared that if you lingered here any