This was no simple practice of forms, but a deep exploration and ordering of the "Dao."
Each movement verified, corrected, and perfected his understanding of the Saber Dao.
Sweat soaked his training clothes, then was instantly dried by his steaming, scorching vital energy.
Time lost all meaning in this selfless state.
After an unknown amount of time, Li Wen's figure suddenly stopped, as if nailed to a rock.
He slowly opened his eyes. Deep within his pupils, it was as if tens of thousands of saber glints retracted and returned to tranquility.
An aura of completeness, yet tinged with a hint of something unfinished, rose from him before slowly settling.
"The peak of the Dao Realm... I've finally made it. All that's left is the final perfection."
He whispered, his voice tinged with exhaustion, but filled more with satisfaction and a subtle hint of anticipation.
That final, missing sense of perfection was like a thin veil—clearly visible, yet momentarily impossible to pierce.
