Damon knew he had entered a memory world, but he did not let his attention falter. This was not a place to get lost. Not now. Not when everything was aligning.
He stood at the very edge of something monumental, something that would define not just his strength, but his entire existence going forward. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to stay focused, to not get distracted by anything else. Because this was the cusp.
The most important moment of his life. The Dao of Blood unfolded before him once again, no longer chaotic, no longer fragmented. It flowed like an endless river, vast and boundless, carrying with it the essence of countless lives and countless endings.
He didn't try to grasp it in its entirety. That would be madness. He was only trying to grasp a small part of it, but it was still too vast. The moment he reached for even a fragment of it, his consciousness trembled.
