As the Shadow Phoenix's will spoke, its words reverberated through Xiao Ming's soul, settling into his very core like the tolling of an ancient bell.
The weight of his decision to break through was not lost on him, but in that moment, he felt the weight of the entire realm pressing in on him from all sides. Time, once fluid and intangible, now became a ticking clock, a relentless reminder of the urgency to advance.
Every second that passed was a second closer to the inevitable confrontation with the Yin Lords lurking outside the secret realm.
Strength, after all, was the most sought-after treasure in this world of cultivation. Without it, Xiao Ming knew he would be nothing more than a fleeting spark in the face of those crouching tigers and hidden dragons from the supersects.