"You must seize the opportunity!"
Yun Jinghe remained silent, gazing into the distance as if he saw a vague figure.
An unwavering figure.
...
The blade light surged forward, seemingly invincible, forcibly carving out a crevice along the profound footsteps!
At this moment, the Sixth Limit, which had always been hidden on the other side of the world, finally appeared before the eyes of the Martial Artist.
Martial Artists like Ji Jingqiu began to sense the existence of the Sixth Limit more clearly.
No longer distant, no longer an illusion like Mirror Flowers and Water Moon, it was truly within reach!
But...
Zhuang Butong's eyes were deep and dark.
This path, his first strike only opened up a crevice.
He sat pondering for thirty-one years, having brewed two strikes in total; the first carrying all his years of frustration, sadness, and torment, only managed to cut open a crevice...
