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Chapter 554 -265 What is Reality? This is Reality!_1

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Before long, more than a month had passed.

During this time,

the situation within the Da Feng Dynasty remained as tranquil as usual.

Whether it was the Qingshi City Luo Family,

the Da Feng Dynasty’s Imperial Feng Family,

or even the White Brahma Temple, one of the Three Great Demonic Forces of Buddhism,

in this period of over a month,

all quietly focused on developing their own strength.

Even the slightly restless Royal Yan Family of the Great Flame Dynasty did likewise.

It seemed they were preparing for the real chaos that might erupt at any moment.

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Qingshi City, Luo Family Ancestral Land.

On a secluded clearing rarely crossed by anyone,

a shirtless youth

who was not quite one meter eighty but nonetheless had a remarkably robust build,

stood wielding a Spiritual Sword with the utmost seriousness, swinging with all his might.

Each time the youth raised the longsword in his hand and struck down with all his strength,

the air would tremble with the sound of ripping winds.

[Hoo hoo hoo…]

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by.

A swirl of fallen leaves landed beside the youth.

As the young man inhaled deeply and once again raised the Spiritual Sword in his hand,

the green leaves that had fallen began to slowly revolve around him.

A small whirlwind seemed to form around the youth with the whirling breeze.

“Slash!!!”

Following the youth’s low shout,

a rather sharp sword Qi surged forward.

However, due to the weak Qi-Blood Force infused into the Spiritual Sword by the youth,

the sharp Sword Qi merely traveled a distance of two to three meters before fading into the void,

as if it had never existed.

“Still the same, huh?”

Luo Ze quietly looked at the Spiritual Sword in his hand, then at his palms.

After a moment, he sighed softly,

a look of helplessness spreading across his face.

Because Luo Ze had wielded his longsword day in and day out,

he gradually developed one of the most ardent Sword Dao hearts in the world.

With such a fervent Sword Dao heart, his understanding and insight into the Sword Dao began to rapidly improve.

He could grasp any sword move, any technique,

now needing only to glance at it once,

before being able to imprint it in his mind

and effortlessly learn it.

However…

He did have the heart of the sword,

and his talent in the way of the sword was indeed a thousandfold, ten thousandfold stronger than before.

But as for his talent for cultivation, that remained as abysmal as ever.

Months of relentless cultivation might not equal even a single day of someone else’s practice.

Even with the aid of Elixirs to support his cultivation,

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his ability to assimilate them was a mere fraction of others, one-tenth or even less.

Under such circumstances, despite all of Luo Ze’s efforts and hard work,

his cultivation, his strength,

still amounted to less than a third of his peers.

“Sigh…”

Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling,

Luo Ze couldn’t help but lift his head,

gazing towards the cloudless azure sky above.

A rare sense of doubt and desolation began to cloud the determination on his face.

“Talent, talent.

Does cultivation talent truly decide everything?

Is diligent effort really so insignificant compared to talent?

Does everything else become trivial in the face of absolute talent?”

In this secluded place, where Luo Ze was alone,

he squinted his eyes and pondered over this question.

At the same time, he also seemed to be asking himself,

whether his resolve for cultivation, his desire for strength, his expectations for the future,

should all come to an end?

Although Luo Ze had met Elder Changfeng only a few times,

he remembered clearly what he had said:

“This world is cold and brutal.

‘Survival of the fittest’ is the law of this world.

Strength is born from 99.9 percent talent and 0.1 percent effort.”

It’s not that effort is meaningless,

but compared to effort, innate talent is obviously more important.

Under different circumstances of talent,

those with better talent might equate a day of cultivation to days, tens of days, or even hundreds of days for those with poorer talent.

How can the two be compared under these conditions?

Furthermore, in this cold and cruel world,

if you wish to survive, if you want a better life in this world,

‘effort’ is the most basic expectation.

When faced with differing talents, the effort of those geniuses is not only as good as yours but often even more desperate and hardworking.

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