After passing this trial of perseverance, the remaining True Intent Formless Manifestation began to evolve once more.
In a flash of light, Yang Lingshu found himself standing at the edge of a cliff.
The cliff was impossibly high. When he leaned over to look down, he could see only a sea of misty clouds, with no land visible beneath.
When he looked up, he saw a sky blazing with countless stars.
Far ahead and high above, a suspended platform outlined by starlight hung in the heavens.
There, Yang Lingshu saw the Ancient Path Treasure, constantly shifting between substance and illusion like a dream bubble or phantom.
"So that is the True Intent Formless Manifestation?"
Yang Lingshu gazed at the starlit platform, his heart filled with emotion.
He had always been someone who could see himself clearly and put himself in the proper place.
When he had first entered the Ancient Path, Yang Lingshu had harbored no thought of competing with other cultivators for the treasure.
He knew exactly what his combat strength was worth. Forget those prodigies—he might not even have been able to defeat some Qi Gathering Perfection cultivators from powerful factions.
That was why he had chosen to stay away from the crowds and explore places rarely visited by others.
Back then, he could never have imagined that he would one day get to see this supreme treasure.
He had not entertained any hopes for it before because he knew his own limits.
But now that the Immortal Venerable had given him such an excellent opportunity, he had to fight for it properly.
"The trials of talent and perseverance are over. Now it should be luck's turn, right?"
Yang Lingshu had never truly understood how much fortune he possessed.
Not even Chen Yang, who had long overseen the