Jiang Yi was not crazy!
Of course, the pressure from the outside was making him more rash. Eight months had already passed, and yet he was making no progress at all with realizing a supreme dao pattern. Ten years sounded like a long time, but it was—in fact—incredibly short.
What's more, who knew what would happen once he made it to the Higher Domain? What if he could not find the Mystic Thearch or Yi Piaopiao in ten years? What if he could find them, but they had no solution to offer him? The billions of civilians in the Stellarsky Domain had their lives in his hand. Hi wives, his friends, his brothers, and his clansmen's lives were like a blade hanging from his forehead. He almost always found it difficult to breathe.