Ryu landed on the ground, his aura almost demonic. There was a violent swirl of what could almost only be described as madness around him, and yet there was a chilling calm in his eyes that made it feel all the more suffocating.
It didn't even feel like one was looking at a human anymore. It was more like they were looking at the embodiment of an ideology, the core of a being, a way of life…
A Dao Heart.
Ryu had rooted his very life itself in his determination. It was a step maybe even wilder than severing his path to reincarnation.
He wasn't just banking his life on this last chance.
He was banking his life on never failing again, on never again being weak, on never again having to rely on anyone or anything.
The moment he wavered, the moment he slipped, the instant he could no longer be the Heavenly Pillar that held up the skies above his own head, he would collapse—crashing and burning in an inferno of his own making.
