Time flowed unnoticed in cultivation. After returning to the Martial Alliance, Lin Zheyu settled into a leisurely routine. Aside from his daily cultivation, he spent his time exchanging insights on the martial path with other martial artists, and his days felt exceptionally fulfilling. It gave him the strange sensation of returning to his student years in his previous life. Relaxed, carefree, yet immensely rewarding.1

Early that morning, Lin Zheyu arrived at the library. More than a month had passed since his return to Yanwu City. During that time, he had become a frequent visitor, regularly exchanging contributions for texts related to martial cultivation. 0

Although he had yet to advance into the Shackles realm, he had already reached the point where he needed to begin exploring the road that lay beyond. The Heavenly Dao Shackles within him had undergone a strange transformation, growing incomparably powerful. As a result, breaking free of them had become far more difficult than he had ever imagined.0

Because of this, while searching for alternative ways...0