At first, he thought it was his own obsession, too deep into devilry, but even today, two hundred years later, he still hadn't made any progress. That eerie feeling never disappeared, and the only time in these two hundred and forty years he felt a chance for relief.
Was decades ago.
The fall of the Demon Night True Monarch, the tragic deaths of many masters from both the righteous and evil paths, and...
The disappearance of Liu Jian.
That was the first time he felt a loosening, even his hand had touched that door; unfortunately, the loosening wasn't enough to breakthrough completely. Despite giving his all, he still couldn't break through, even experiencing a reversal of spiritual energy, divine sense backlash, and incessant vomiting of blood.
