The world's current situation is becoming increasingly difficult to understand.
I still haven't broken through to the Martial Saint level.
I could always see that threshold, but I could never cross it.
I have cultivated to the ninth level of Tiangang Guiyuan, but I can only reach the seventh level of the Acala Sutra, and I have difficulty in pushing forward the subsequent levels.
My practice is not slow, but the time given to me is too short.
In the blink of an eye, I have passed the age of thirty, but I am still not invincible.
I can feel that my body is getting stronger little by little, but it still cannot meet the relevant requirements. If my body is like Yu Zhifu's, it may be able to support me until I break through to the Martial Saint, but it is still a little short.
The harder I work, the more I feel the terrible lack of talent. I didn’t feel anything in the early years of practice, but the later I practice, the more I can feel the gap in talent.
Normally, with my talent, reaching the Grandmaster level is the limit.
His body wasn't overpowering, his comprehension wasn't exceptional, and his heel bone potential wasn't extraordinary.
Relying on the accumulation of several lifetimes, he gradually reached the peak, but it is too difficult to truly reach the top of the world.
People who are born with great talent and potential also have to make great efforts to move up. There is always a way above them. As long as they are willing to put in enough effort and training, they can turn their talent into strength bit by bit.
For people like me, it is difficult to move forward after reaching the pinnacle of talent. If we want to move forward, we must not only break through the ceiling to create a path, but also put in more effort to turn the talent beyond the ceiling into strength.
The eighth year of my adventure outside is approaching the ten years that the sword master who once seriously injured me had lived through.
I spent a year and a half recovering from my injuries, and eight years working outside, making it nine and a half years now.
Tiangang Guiyuan and Acala Myoka Sutra both reached the eighth level, but the ninth level was still not reached.
But I have vaguely felt the changes in heaven and earth, and there is a depressing and terrifying atmosphere between heaven and earth.
The most advanced spiritual perception I acquired through postnatal cultivation allowed me to vaguely feel that there was a kind of death aura pressing on my heart, making my breathing heavy and difficult to get rid of.
I was uneasy and vaguely knew that if I didn't make a breakthrough, I might die.
But I don’t know where this death aura comes from. There is no Martial Saint in the world, so who can kill me?
During the long wait, time passed by little by little, and finally approached the so-called ten years. I saw where the chance of death came from.
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