"Come to think of it, I should thank Mu Ziyan. If it hadn't been for her, I might never have learned this sword, and there'd be even less hope of returning to the Land of Order."
Over this period of time together, Li Tianming had actually grown rather fond of her.
"Should I find an opportunity to ask her what's going on with the purple qi in my soul?"
If he did not get to the bottom of it, there would always be a barrier between them.
To put it plainly, he did not dare ask because he feared the truth might disappoint him.
Even if the odds of "disappointment" were low, what if it happened?
For now, he could only wait and see. After taking precautions and settling his mind, he devoted most of his time to cultivating this One Sword Returns to Void.
Sword Blood Floats Through Life, One Sword Returns to Void!
The foundational sword art of the Nine Dragons Heavenly Tribulation Sword was growing ever more profound.
After holding the Little Formless Sword, Li Tianming seemed to understand it more easily. The Little Formless Sword was formless, and the "void space" was formless as well!
Formlessness and the intangible naturally had something in common.
He stood atop a lake in Purple Zenith Star City, pointing his sword at the water and thrusting again and again.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Tens of thousands of times a day, every thrust requiring total focus. It was difficult and exhausting.
He looked at the water.
The water seemed like a prison, and beneath that prison was his most revered adoptive father, Li Wudi. His red hair flew wildly, blood tears filled his eyes, and he waited for Li Tianming to return.
Of course, he wanted Li Tianming to take Li Qingyu away