Wisps of Taoism Principle rose from the flesh, soul, and mana, gathering above.
As time went by, an earth-yellow phantom shadow floated above the young man's head.
The phantom shadow grew ever clearer and more solid, but it could never fully materialize from its illusory state.
One day like this.
Ten days like this.
Even after a month, it was still the same.
He was always a half-step away from the Mahayana Realm.
Liang Hui's brows furrowed slightly as his closed eyes slowly opened, wisps of the Earth's energy burst from his gaze, faintly hinting at stars falling, Divine Mountains collapsing, and continents crumbling—terrifying scenes all.
"Ten years of cultivation, and still, it lacks that final trace!"
Liang Hui sighed softly.
The next moment, all the terrifying scenes beneath his gaze disappeared, turning into resoluteness.
His fingers moved, shaping a very strange Seal Gesture.
When his fingers stopped, the Seal Gesture was complete.
Boom!
