It's so shaky outside.
Daoist Wang, tucked inside Sword Nine's sleeve, could not help but sigh at this crucial moment of enlightenment.
He had not slipped out of meditation. He had reached the critical point of integrating the Five Elements Sword Intent, and the miraculous cultivation technique he practiced had now begun fully activating.
Wang Jixuan sensed that if he took this step, there would be no turning back.
But he could no longer afford to think too much.
The arrow was already on the string and had to be released. He could only move forward now and absolutely could not stop, or his Dao would be damaged, his body harmed, and his cultivation would have no path ahead.
Before entering meditation, he had swept the area outside Sword Nine's sleeve with his Immortal Sense.
He saw sword light shooting across the sky.
He saw figures raining down from heaven and earth like dumplings.
He saw elites of every race with savage expressions, walking along the edge of death.
They were fighting until their heads bled.
Yet Wang Jixuan merely formed a single indifferent thought—living beings were all foolish, while the Dao awakened on its own.
Thus, he immersed himself drunkenly in the transformations of the Dao. It was as though he had glimpsed the truth of heaven and earth, yet he always felt that the principles he had grasped were not enough. So he forced his primordial spirit into the Great Dao and devoted himself wholly to comprehending it.
The fighting around him was insignificant, and the passing of living beings was not worth mentioning.
Only heaven, earth, and the laws were eternal.
Behind Wang Jixuan's head, four new sword intents unfurled like a peacock spreading its tail. Then, with a stroke of his primordial spirit's Sword Finger, all