Failure, repeated failures.
Zhou Yan had comprehended the inheritance of the Evil Spirit to its extreme, yet he couldn't even begin to truly understand it, as though all the Dao could be controlled at will to the limit, but then left him bound and restricted.
Zhou Yan had never experienced something this frustrating.
In any cultivation, he had always been exceptionally intelligent, capable of rapid comprehension, even able to discern the origin of many Dao at a glance.
But perhaps a wise man's thousand thoughts might still have a misstep, or perhaps... this Dao itself was extraordinary.
Zhou Yan poured all his efforts into understanding the Dao taught by Hou Chen, yet he comprehended nothing.
Yes, although Zhou Yan knew what this Dao was, even its effects, he just couldn't grasp it.
This meant that the last path had reached a dead end.
This meant that the last shred of hope had come to an end.
