Ji Ning wiped the tears from his eyes. He understood that these were tears of joy, an uncontrollable joy that had come out upon his heart becoming one with Heaven in Earth.
"So…in the past, I was wrong, ridiculously wrong."
"No wonder the truly supreme divine archers of the Three Realms are all so low-key."
Ning finally understood the true nature of the fourth stage of heartforce, 'mortal dust'.
It was like the grass upon the desolate battlefield…
It had to struggle to emerge from the dirt and grow up. It fought for every ray of sunshine, every drop of rain, because it wanted to grow higher and higher. It might be very low-key and unremarkable…but not even the most exalted major powers of the Three Realms could stop the will and the heart of the grass. The heart was infinite and unlimited; even a beggar could have the heart and ambitions of an emperor.
The power of the heart was invisible and formless…but it was incomparably marvelous.
