On the vast and boundless wilderness, the aftermath of a fierce battle remained, traces of the war that had taken place. The world seemed bleak and forlorn as Chu Mo stood there, his figure solitary yet profound and unshakably firm. Chu Mo was continuously assimilating the Tree Patriarch's Dao, integrating it fully into his myriad paths, making it one of them. Chu Mo could even clearly feel his Dao's progress without any fetters to limit or bind him. This meant that once Chu Mo's Dao had progressed to a certain extent, he would be able to achieve the Dao!
To step into the Supreme Realm!
A light flickered in Chu Mo's eyes.
This world, though cruel, also possesses infinite vitality. The Great Dao is fifty, Heaven subtracts one, leaving forty-nine; man escapes the one. There is always a slim chance of survival.
Just like now.
Thinking about Chu Mo's situation logically, one would conclude he had no chance at all. Yet here he stands, with the opportunity to achieve the Dao.
