These past six months were absolutely an indelible experience along Xiao Yi's Martial Arts Dao.
Though they have drifted away with the wind, all those past scenes are still vividly clear in his mind.
Xiao Yi shook his head and stopped thinking further.
Broad-minded as he was, he had no interest in dwelling on the past.
He clenched his fists; those powerful hands were the source of his confidence.
Ever since he stepped onto the path, even when beset by countless hardships, he shattered them one by one with his own hands.
Now that he had stepped into Legend, Xiao Yi began pondering his current strength.
Speaking of Martial Arts Realm, in truth, what people called Legend was precisely the Saint Sovereign Realm—Ten Thousand Dao Saint Venerable.
