On the sixth level, Qin Ya lay on the ground, completely exhausted. Not far away, however, his clone showed no sign of fatigue. Its aura was still powerful as it held the Breaking Army Spear, its expression disdainful and superior, a hint of contempt in its eyes.
Qin Ya sighed to himself. 'How did I never realize I was this obnoxious before?'
Limit, self, transcendence...
The words of the mysterious voice echoed in his mind. It sounded simple, but it was anything but. Besides, he only had three days. What could he possibly accomplish?
In three days, he probably couldn't even achieve a breakthrough in his Cultivation. No, if it were just about breaking through, that would be too simple. This trial couldn't be so dull.
'Heh, a version of me constantly at my limit?'
Qin Ya gave a cold smile, then pushed himself to his feet and swallowed an Elixir.
