Theory that was too profound would not do either.
The Sword Way of the Heavenly Southern Divine Sword was a classic case of: those who learned from me lived; those who resembled me died. Imitation and copying led straight to a dead end.
Among the three thousand swordbearers under him, including his favored disciple, Second Son Sword, all honestly wielded swords. Not one dared to be as wild as him!
If theory surpassed one's own realm by too much, it was no different from deadly poison—harmful and useless.
Zhou You felt some regret as well. Though he had gained much from this trip, the intended effect of driving the tiger to devour the wolf had not been achieved.
His plan to use the Heavenly Southern Divine Sword's Sword Intent to offset the North-Suppressing Halberd's Fist Intent had still fallen through.
But the good news was that the Heavenly Southern Divine Sword's concepts had brought him another step closer to the essence of the Thirteen Forms of the Martial Sage.
Previously, Zhou You could only stare at the treasure trove of the Thirteen Forms of the Martial Sage and sigh like a man gazing at the ocean, forced to digest it bit by bit like an ant gnawing away at a mountain.
However, the Heavenly Southern Divine Sword's stage lay precisely in the transitional period between the peak of the Heavenly Sect and Martial Saint. His concepts of Sword Intent perfectly filled this gap, as though a broken staircase hanging above an abyss had suddenly grown a great deal longer.
If Zhou You cracked the North-Suppressing Halberd's Fist Intent, Fist Thought, he could pave the rest of the road and race onward without obstruction, leaving all dust behind.
"Congratulations, congratulations, Commander Zhou. I heard you've taken the Heavenly Southern Divine