The blade trembled slightly, emitting a low hum, as if echoing the thrill of its master's breakthrough.
His chest rose and fell gently, his breathing steady and deep. There was no heavy panting as one might expect, only the satisfying release of power and… an inevitable sense of peace.
He'd broken through.
It wasn't wild ecstasy or uncontrollable excitement.
Instead, it was a profound, matter-of-fact sense of relief, like finally summiting a lone peak that had been looming in his sights for days.
The joy was deep and restrained, like a warm current hidden far beneath the ocean's surface.
He had finally taken the reins of his power, achieving a union of body, mind, and technique. He had crossed the true threshold of the Martial Dao and entered the Unity Realm.
He stood quietly, feeling the power inside him—surging without cease, yet perfectly harmonious and unified.
