Chương 798: At a Loss

The more Ryu meditated, the more satisfied he seemed to become. This sort of confidence exuded by a love of your own Dao was fundamental to any cultivator. Only by having such a healthy pride in your own thoughts could you continue to forge ahead in those lonely moment where you might spend millions, even billions of year in seclusion with no one else but yourself. 

But, even compared to most others, the happiness Ryu felt right at this moment was beyond. There wasn't even the slightest shade of doubt in Ryu's heart, none of the shaky confidence one might feel upon taking a road no one else had before. Instead, his back was straight, his smile was broad and his heart beat at a steady rhythm. 

He could feel it. This Dao, though still in its infancy… It could take him to the peak. That glass ceiling, he could no longer sense it.