"This inner world? It's someone else's path… I'll create my own system of cultivation that lives at heights even the Heavens cannot reach."
Unknowingly, Dyon completely leaped over the Selfless Dao Realm, firmly entering Dao Vanity… A state less than ten individuals of the Immortal Plane had touched…
He had no idea that this 'someone else's' path he just rejected was actually his own.
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Weeks later, Dyon could be seen gliding across green grass, his feet bare as he felt every drop of moisture and soft patch of soil.
His scythe seemed to glide with him, spinning through the air and leaving a tornado of black in its wake.
After shattering his Weapon's Master Array, Dyon almost felt as though his entire understanding of weapons had collapsed. It was a reality that filled him with disgust. If it wasn't for the fact it would cause his strength to drop too much in such a sensitive time, he would have shattered his comprehension of everything.
