Return
Ryu appeared in the Abyssal Plane, gasping for breath. Everything about these matters was annoyingly difficult. Of course, if others heard his thoughts, they would curse him to the high heavens.
The list of natural treasures that the Heavens had given him would be worth entire Clans and Sects even on the Ninth Heaven. It was a boon the likes of which hardly had any match at all.
The more Ryu thought about it, the more he actually felt that his actions didn't quite warrant such fanfare. It was almost like the Heavens wanted him to finally complete the Beyond Perfect Extreme Spiritual Foundation.
Ryu had always wondered why the Martial Gods went through so much trouble. It all seemed that their actions had simply pushed him to this point. Maybe he would have never maximized his talents if they never interfered with him in the first place. After all, there was a point in his life where he thought Sacrum was all there was.