[The moment the fist force carrying spiritual energy touched the opponent, something unexpected happened to you.]
[You saw the opponent turn into a pool of blood mist in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a corpse behind.]
[You stared at your hands, frozen in place for a moment.]
[At that moment, you realized you were no longer the weakling you once were.]
[Now, not all immortal slaves would leave you powerless to resist.]
[After a brief daze, you noticed that although the man in black turned into blood mist, his storage ring had fallen to the ground.]
[You hurried over to pick up the storage ring.]
[You did not immediately check its contents but instead chose to leave the area quickly.]
[You were worried there might be other immortal slaves nearby. Although you had killed one, you remained aware of your limits.]
[You didn't believe you could defeat all immortal slaves just because of this.]
[After all, the immortal slaves you had previously encountered could fly in the air and were likely elites among their kind.]
[The one you encountered this time seemed to be just a minor follower.]
[In the blink of an eye, half a month passed. You arrived in a small border town called Youyue and settled there.]
[It was only then that you opened the storage ring you had taken from the black-clothed immortal slave.]
[Upon opening it, you discovered a wealth of items, mostly elixirs, and over 5,000 spiritual stones.]
[You decided to use the spiritual stones for cultivation. As for the elixirs, you didn't recognize them and dared not take them carelessly.]
[You didn't dwell on it much; after all, they were an unexpected gain. You figured you could use them if needed and forget about them otherwise.]
[In the following days, you focused on polishing the golden elixir in your body once again.]
[With the addition of the spiritual stones, you noticed a significant improvement in efficiency.]
[In the blink of an eye, a year passed. Your spiritual stones were depleted, yet the grade of your golden elixir remained unchanged.]
[By the fiftieth year, your golden elixir was still at the eighth grade.]
[In fact, three years ago, thanks to the boost from the spiritual stones, a faint line began to appear on your golden elixir.]
[However, no matter how hard you tried, it refused to fully form, as if you had reached a bottleneck.]
[You looked at the golden elixir in your body, now half the size of a fist, and thought it might have reached its limit.]
[You wondered if your spiritual root talent was insufficient.]
[After contemplating for a long time, you concluded this might indeed be the reason.]
[After all, if everyone could reach a tenth-grade golden elixir just by expanding their sea of qi, wouldn't the children of wealthy and powerful families achieve this easily?]
[You had used the demon dragon egg to expand your sea of qi, so it stood to reason that such families and sects would have similar resources.]
[With this realization, you were certain you had reached the limits of your talent.]
[Despite this, you weren't in a hurry to break through to the Jindan stage.]
[As someone with a simulator, you couldn't bear not being the strongest.]
[You resolved to fight against this bottleneck, dedicating as long as it took—one year, ten years, or even a hundred years—to reach the tenth grade.]
[In the fifty-second year, while polishing your golden elixir, you suddenly felt a strange palpitation.]
[You frowned in confusion and scanned your surroundings but found nothing unusual.]
[Just as you dismissed it as overthinking, a thunderbolt suddenly descended from the sky and struck you.]
[Fortunately, in addition to your immortal path, you had also cultivated to the ninth level of martial arts in the Condensation Realm, and your physical strength was formidable. Though seriously injured, you were not killed instantly.]
[Thinking the thunderbolt was a coincidence, you were startled as another one formed in the sky and struck you again.]
[The second bolt was significantly stronger, leaving you bloody and on the brink of death.]
[Yet it wasn't over. The sky continued to gather thunder, as if determined to kill you.]
[At this moment, you recalled the heavenly punishment Bai Ruoxue had mentioned—thunder descending periodically in this forbidden southern region to slay local immortal cultivators.]
[Looking into the distance, you saw thunderbolts falling in various locations.]
[You realized you couldn't withstand this thunderstorm.]
[Looking up at the sky, you thought of the extreme body-tempering method described in the nameless technique.]
[You decided that this fatal thunder might be the ultimate limit for you to overcome.]
[Facing the oncoming thunder, you advanced instead of retreating, laughing: "Let it strike harder!"]
["Boom!" The thunder struck, leaving no intact flesh on your body, and arcs of lightning invaded your sea of qi, targeting your golden elixir.]
[The golden elixir, though solid from years of polishing, began to crack under the relentless assault.]
[But before you could recover, thunderbolts continued to rain down, one after another.]
[Your body gradually lost all sensation, and your sea of qi was filled with lightning.]
[Your golden elixir was riddled with holes and on the verge of collapse.]
[Your breath weakened, and you teetered on the edge of death.]
[With one final, powerful thunderbolt, your body neared its limit.]
[Yet, just as you thought all was lost, the vitality within your flesh erupted in anger, roaring and turning scarlet as it began to heal your body.]
[Congratulations! Your martial arts cultivation broke through to the Qidong realm.]
[With your enhanced physical strength, you endured two more thunderbolts.]
[However, your golden elixir could no longer hold on.]
[With a final flash of lightning, it shattered completely.]
[Unbeknownst to you, before it shattered, nine distinct lines had appeared on the golden elixir, one of which flickered with a purple-blue arc.]
[Two minutes later, you succumbed to your injuries and died at the age of 72.]
[Limit One-for-One (Talent) was triggered.]
[At the moment of your death, in the immortal realm above the nine heavens, an immortal overseeing the thunder formation gasped in shock before succumbing to a riot of immortal energy.]
[This simulation has ended.]