Chen Cheng looked down at the Abyss radiating boundless malice. In the end, he shook his head and said:
"No. Your Saber Intent may be sharp enough, but you still cannot see through what lies below. I have to go down."
What Chen Cheng said was an objective fact as well. No matter how sharp the Saber Intent was, its essential power still belonged to She Li's own intent, and he was still an ordinary mortal who had yet to transcend the mundane and enter sainthood.
So he could only be a blade unable to see through the fog.
Kui Niu wanted to speak, but Chen Cheng raised a hand to stop him first.
"Kui Niu, there is no need for you to say anything. You are our guarantee of combat strength. Your power absolutely cannot be spent on scouting the way."
Chen Cheng also knew that going down as a half-baked amateur might make things even worse, but among the three of them, he was the most suitable candidate.
Chen Cheng stared at the Abyss below, then seemed to think of something and turned to She Li.
"You can now control your Saber Intent to fly. I imagine your control over it has reached the point of moving it as easily as your own arm, hasn't it?"
Cultivation concerned one's personal secrets, so Chen Cheng had never asked about She Li's cultivation before.
Now that he asked, She Li immediately nodded. As he controlled his Saber Intent to demonstrate, he said:
"My control over Saber Intent can now reach the microscopic level. I can wrap myself in Saber Intent and fly without damaging so much as a thread of my clothes."
Just as Saber Intent had been described before, it was the act of communicating with the Way of