It was already night when Jiang Yang returned to Kunlun Mountain.
The starry sky stretched vast, with a bright moon hanging above.
Looking at the moon on the horizon, he once again marveled at the wonders of the world.
When had the bright moon first appeared? It had been there since the Fourth Epoch.
He climbed to the summit of Kunlun Mountain and sat cross-legged, wanting to see whether he could break through to the next stage before exploring the moon.
But three years passed.
Jiang Yang sat alone atop Kunlun, gazing at the stars and moon above, the clouds before him, and the dust upon the ground.
His power had grown stronger, but ultimately, he had not managed to break through.
There seemed to be a thin barrier blocking him all along.
He had once vaguely sensed that breaking through the emperor-rank fourth step would bring him into the next stage.
If he broke through, it would have an inconceivable impact, but correspondingly...
The resistance to taking this step was also utterly inconceivable.
Jiang Yang had been stopped by this step.
In every epoch of civilization, the first living being to break through the emperor-rank fourth step would face endless resistance.
But they would overcome it in the end.
Looking at Jiang Yang, it was much the same.
He also understood that what he lacked was an opportunity.
Jiang Yang raised his head to gaze at the moon, sensing the almost imperceptible traces of vitality in its light, and frowned in thought.
Where, exactly, is my opportunity?
With that thought, he stopped sitting cross-legged on the summit and rose instead, resting his hand on the longsword at his waist as he felt the vast winds of this place close to the heavens.
"Since I can't break through, I'll make