It had only been tens of thousands of years, and he had already achieved the True Immortal Fruit Position.
Now, at this realm, he had reached the end, with no further paths to tread, only a breakthrough would suffice.
But above this was the King's Domain, a realm so lofty that it was unattainable for the beings of the Ten Thousand Clans.
Sitting at the edge of the River of Time, overlooking the vicissitudes of the ages, even within the vast Immortal Domain, he was considered a figure unimaginable.
Advancement in realm was never an overnight feat; it required accumulation over days and months, allowing quantity to transform into quality.
He had been practising sword for a hundred thousand years.
Yet, between the heart and chest, there was still not a trace of insight into the breakthrough.