Like countless others before and after her, Long Liu had been trapped at the peak of the Transcending Tribulation Realm—a bottleneck that defied time, talent, and even bloodlines.
Fifty thousand years had passed since she touched that threshold. Despite the ancient power running through her veins, despite the strength she had painstakingly built, the next step eluded her… until now.
After the war with the Obsidian Court, something within her had changed. For millennia, her Dao had been a path forged in blood and vengeance. She had never once doubted it, but now, for the first time, she saw beyond it.
Not a flaw, but a horizon. What she once believed to be the end of her journey was merely a wall hiding the sky.
She no longer sought victory through violence. Her soul, long sharpened into a blade, yearned for stillness, for balance. The rage that once fueled her ascension had faded into clarity. And with that clarity, the door to the heavens creaked open.
