Zhao Xintong walked along the field ridges, her steps somewhat heavy.
For a cultivator in the Bridge Connection Realm, such weight was nothing; what truly weighed her down was her own future, shrouded in mist.
She was nominally twenty-three this year, and only three short months remained until the deadline set by the Daoist academy for her to leave. Time was running short.
But that final step, she just couldn't make it.
This was not a matter that could be forced. In most cases, cultivators had a premonition of their success or failure; she didn't even feel the impulse to reach the Upper Realm, let alone attempt it lightly.
The premise for attempting was, having the impulse to ascend to the Upper Realm.
After years of studying at the academy, she had learned much and loved the atmosphere of studying the mysteries of Daoist methods here, but she couldn't stay in this place forever, with too many helpless constraints binding everyone.