'It feels so warm, I feel so protected.', was the thought that passed through a certain red-haired cultivators mind, as he laid inside the cocoon that looked like blood-red lotus but its colour was rapidly fading.
Ryuu felt at peace, he felt content and safe as he lay inside the cocoon, 'I do not wish to live this place.'
As he laid there his head was slowly filled with various sword forms and styles and with passing second he gained a better and better understanding of each style as he felt countless faceless people practising sword, some exceptional, some good whereas others were so horrible that it made want to puke with disgust, and then all of a sudden he felt as if a burden had lifted off of his shoulder making him speak with disbelief, 'I broke through, I have managed to reach the God Tier in Grand Dao of Swords.'
Ryuu could not help but chuckle inwardly, "My misfortune turned into blessings but how?"
