Sword Pavilion, before the Jade Pivot in the ancestral hall.
As Lu Yang continuously poured in Sword Intent, the Radiance upon the luminous jade gradually condensed as well, revealing densely packed lines of text that streamed into his heart.
"Gang Lian Cheng Dao Yu Nie Sword Art"
Immediately afterward, a name surfaced in his heart. It echoed his Sword Intent from afar, complementing it perfectly, like a fish taking to water!
With this sword art working alongside my Sword Intent, the Sword Light it unleashes may not be particularly powerful at first, but it has the endless vitality of grass upon the plains, and like refined gold and stubborn iron forged a hundred times into steel, if it cannot be crushed in an instant, one can only watch it keep growing stronger and stronger.
It truly was a sword art well suited to him.
If I use this to temper my Sword Intent, then one day, when I reach the realm of True Person Demon-Sweeping, perhaps it can be called Unbending Sword Intent.
However, this was not something that could be achieved overnight.
Tempering Sword Intent required not only diligent cultivation and bitter training, but also the nourishment of experience and obsession. All of these needed long years before they could bloom and bear fruit.
No matter what, the purpose of this journey has already been fulfilled.
Just as Lu Yang was feeling fully satisfied and preparing to withdraw his consciousness from the avatar so it could act on its own, the Puppet on Strings suddenly sent over an unusual signal.
"Hmm?"
The Netherworld, a place beyond description.
Within the vast and boundless River of Souls, a frail soul drifted along. Its consciousness was gradually being shrouded in shadow as it reincarnated.
The Mystery of the Womb.
The thing reincarnating