Chapter 1227: Xuanhuang Essence, Revived (1)
Even armed with True Saint Tian Chan's intelligence, Wu Yuan's mana body trembled uncontrollably when it finally crossed the eight thousand li threshold. The pressure emanating from the temple struck his very core—a terrifying force beyond description.
It wasn't a physical or mana-related force. It targeted something more fundamental: spirit and will, challenging the very radiance of one's self-created Dao.
Thankfully, Wu Yuan possessed advantages few others had. His mana body's spirit was exceptionally resilient—eternal and indestructible. The self-created Dao he had pioneered, Psyche Dream Rebirth, was also formidable in its own right. Though swaying precariously, his mana body managed to remain standing against the onslaught.
Passing through the Grand Supreme Realm appears deceptively simple. Wu Yuan reflected inwardly. But this single test has likely halted countless world-shaking prodigies in their tracks.
The difficulty was undeniable. With each step forward, he felt like he was shouldering the combined weight of countless worlds. Wu Yuan suspected that even the Legends of the River he'd encountered previously would struggle no less than him. Not because they lacked exceptional qualities, but because the Path of One’s Dao was inherently meant to challenge even the greatest.
Step by laborious step, Wu Yuan's mana body and ether body pressed forward.
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As I expected. True Saint Tian Chan murmured, gazing into the distance. At this point, advancing even slightly is tremendously difficult. This mysterious white-robed Overlord might have extraordinary strength, but the soul class has always been peculiar. Great power doesn't necessarily translate to an exceptionally powerful self-created Dao. From what I observe, his pioneered Dao doesn't quite reach the pinnacle of top-tier self-created Daos.
Of course, self-created Daos evolve through constant refinement. For a newly created one to already reach the high-tier level is already quite remarkable...
His gaze drifted to the figure clothed in black robes. The sight froze him mid-thought.
This? How can this be possible? True Saint Tian Chan stared in shock, his ungainly body nearly leaping up in astonishment.
The scene unfolding on the distant path defied all expectations. Throughout the first eight thousand li, the white-robed and black-robed figures had advanced shoulder to shoulder, displaying comparable strength. But upon crossing the eight thousand li threshold, the white-robed Overlord's pace slowed dramatically, clearly approaching his limit.