All Yi Xin had to do was take the helm of the Sound Sect and hunt Eryke down.
While the task seemed simple, Yi Xin felt a little unsatisfied with his current strength. All these golden strands were merely temporary gains, even if they allowed him to contend with Transcendent Martial Artists.
He didn't like the word "Temporary."
Ever since discovering the power of his skill, he had always strived to transform it from "Temporary" to "Permanent." Yet, until now, he hadn't found a single way to achieve it.
"Hmm." Ye Xin turned toward the ceiling, lazily staring at it from his comfy bed. "Maybe I could get help, like how the Main Body, Eryke, was able to turn the suppression of the world into his limitless strengthening of the Sword Will."
The Martial World didn't like outsiders. If one was suppressed, then another path would open for them, this was the balance of nature.
