He became calm, no longer seeking the pinnacle of realms.
The changes in his thoughts stopped him from blindly cultivating. The legends he left in the martial world during his youth faded like passing clouds and smoke.
One day, sitting by a stream idly watching the scenery, he suddenly gained enlightenment. He stood up, laughed heartily toward the sky with a carefree smile, yet there was a hint of newfound ambition.
The Divine Refining Realm was smoothly breached under such dramatic circumstances.
His aged physique, nourished by spiritual power, rejuvenated. It was as if he had returned to those proud and vigorous years.
The breakthrough to the Mahayana Realm was as natural as the upward path of an ascending dragon.
Cultivation is like sailing against the current, fail to advance and you will fall back.
Reaching a certain height in cultivation level will trigger heavenly might, a test by the Heavenly Dao on cultivators continuously strengthening themselves.
