The strategist sage Sikong Xuan—or rather, Sword God Zhong Yin—had developed a problem. Another consciousness had sprouted within his primordial spirit. Preliminary judgment suggested it was the father of Great Zhou's Founding Emperor, the previous generation's supreme figure of the demonic sect. Even his physical body showed faint signs of splitting apart.
Xiang Yang now chose Primordial Spirit Ejection, slipping into Sikong Xuan's body. He hoped to completely help this senior resolve his current predicament, so he left only thirty percent of his consciousness within his own body to guard against unforeseen events, while pouring all his remaining primordial spirit power into Sikong Xuan's Niwan Palace.
This was a vast, boundless world, yet it was incomparably desolate. Above were no sun, moon, or stars; below was no earth or stone. It was filled only with endless sword qi of every color, faintly bearing seven or eight parts resemblance to the sword qi on Sword God Mountain.
"So that was it. The Sword God had assimilated Sword God Mountain into his primordial spirit. No, it was more than that. The sword qi here was interconnected, their ties intimate—this was sword qi forming an array. Compared to Sword God Mountain, this was the Sword God's true ultimate art. Formidable indeed."
Xiang Yang's primordial spirit entered this barren world and immediately resumed his original form. Standing atop a white dragon-shaped stream of sword qi, he looked around before praising it in amazement.
Martial arts were martial arts, while array arts were array arts. Strictly speaking, though the two had points of connection, they belonged to two separate branches. It was like mathematics and physics: much physical knowledge required mathematical formulas to solve, but one could not say physics was mathematics.
A martial artist's great power returned to himself; every fist and kick could