"And I... have found a clear and feasible path."
At Zhou Yuanjue's words, Lei Yi's pupils contracted sharply.
Saint Awakening. Even now, it remained a chasm nearly impossible to cross.
The reason was simple: breaking through to Saint Awakening involved the enigmatic workings of the brain. No one truly understood the correct path; they could only feel their way across the river, one stone at a time.
Just as Zhou Yuanjue had said, countless Martial Artists possessed resolute minds and powerful wills. Their understanding of the Martial Dao and of life itself had reached an extremely high level. One could say that at the peak of the Martial Artist ranks, the gap in individual strength was no longer distinct.
Yet some could leap across and break their shackles, while others might remain trapped for a lifetime. The only difference was a matter of chance.
But such chances were far too illusory and unpredictable, symbolizing that humanity had yet to truly grasp the path to this realm.
