Su Bai drew a deep breath, though in the dimension of laws, there was no "breath" to draw.
Even his body did not exist.
Yet the calming effect of that mental gesture remained.
His Primordial Spirit power transformed into invisible tendrils and slowly reached toward that tiny chaos-colored branch vein.
Gently, it touched it.
In that instant, a vast flood of information surged into his consciousness.
It was the sword Dao laws contained within that branch vein, the countless transformations of Sword Intent condensed over its billions of years of evolution.
Su Bai steadied his mind and did not allow himself to be drowned by that information.
His Primordial Spirit power began repeatedly striking the node where that tiny vein connected to the main trunk, attempting to loosen its link to the trunk.
This was an exceedingly delicate and dangerous process.
If the impact was too light, it would have no effect.
If it was too heavy, it might disturb the entire main vein and trigger a backlash.
It had to be just right.
Su Bai focused completely, striking that node again and again.
With every impact, the chaos-colored vein trembled faintly, and its connection to the main trunk seemed to weaken by a fraction.
But he knew this was far from enough.
He needed more time, more patience, more... persistence.
Time lost its meaning once more.
Perhaps it was a year.
Perhaps ten years.
Perhaps a hundred.
Within this dimension of laws, time seemed no more than an empty construct.
Su Bai had already forgotten how many times he had struck it.
He only knew that the connection between that chaos-colored vein and the main trunk had grown weaker and blurrier.
Finally, at a certain moment.
That tiny chaos-colored vein suddenly gave a faint, violent tremor!
Unlike the tremors