An Jing felt it.
This strike sealed off every direction in which he could dodge.
It cut off every path by which he could resist!
And it carried a savage power that, injured as he was, he could not possibly withstand!
Ever since he had accumulated enough reserves for a peerless Dao Foundation fifteen years ago, he had realized something.
He could not break through!
He could not break through the Heavenly Gate that stood between him and turning those reserves into a peerless Dao Foundation!
In pursuit of greater strength, in pursuit of the ultimate, he had dug his own grave and buried his future within it.
Unless he was willing to cut himself down, diminish his reserves, and settle for second best, otherwise...
He would remain stuck before the doors to a peerless Dao Foundation.
Stuck forever!
Until age sapped his strength and his blood and vitality withered!
But...
He could not accept that!
Having already reached the doors to a peerless Dao Foundation, how could he accept being unable to push them open?
So he waited.
For an opponent, for a battle to the death!
For a chance to transcend his limits by seeking life in death!
He wanted a sword strike that would make him risk everything, burn himself away, and achieve Ultimate Realm Sublimation, until at last...
He blasted through the Heavenly Gate and truly entered the Dao Foundation realm!
And that wait had lasted fifteen years!
For fifteen years, he had accepted challenges from one newcomer after another.
Sometimes, when he noticed potential in a challenger, he would even spare him, guide him, nurture him, and then, once he had grown to his utmost...
Kill him!
So much so that, as rumor distorted his actions with each retelling, he came to seem like a