Underworld, Netherworld.
Jiang Xiaobai has been in closed-door cultivation for a day and night.
He had long since emerged from the Celestial Ladder space, ten times he entered the Celestial Ladder, but how long has it been?
Yet this time, as he expected, he's come to the very brink of proving the Dao and becoming an Emperor!
It's a pity that he was just a bit short of the ten opportunities.
Perhaps with one more chance, he could successfully comprehend the Sword Dao!
At this moment, Jiang Xiaobai sits in the room, focused and undistracted, eyes tightly shut, with scenes from the Celestial Ladder space flashing in his mind.
Carefully digest the remaining remnants.
It's a pity, but the lingering aura at this crucial moment serves almost no purpose.
To try and seize the final opportunity at this point is impossible.
In his insight, Jiang Xiaobai's mind unconsciously conjures the image of a black-robed figure practicing swordsmanship.
He has mastered basic sword techniques.
