Gu Shentong had dominated the martial world more than forty years ago. Counting from the time his martial arts had reached maturity, he was at least over seventy. At such an age, after enduring the dimming and resurgence of spiritual opportunities before advancing into the Heavenly Man Realm, it had been truly difficult.
By all reason, his true energy cultivation was incomparably formidable, certainly surpassing the vast majority of experts at the same level. That was the accumulation of years; even a pig that lived several decades longer than others would surely make great progress.
Yet likewise, his physical body was exceedingly frail in comparison to his true energy cultivation. After all, for a man in his seventies, it was already good enough for his vitality and blood not to decline.
Under such circumstances, advancing into the Heavenly Man Realm should have been utterly impossible. Yet Gu Shentong was a heaven-gifted genius, or perhaps he possessed some other marvelous art. He had fused divine treasures of heaven and earth into his ten fingers, making up for the shortcomings of his body and laying the foundation to achieve the Heavenly Man Realm.
Gu Shentong had not spent those decades sitting in vain at Redwood Ridge.
Xiang Yang's mind was now sharp and his comprehension extraordinary. He swiftly realized that this secret art was of immeasurable use to him—one could even call it the foundation of his path to enlightenment.
Condensing the Blade Soul, Sculpting Blade Body, cultivating blade energy—the Blade Soul had already been achieved, and he had advanced into the realm of the Forgetful Blade. Yet there was nothing he could do about the blade body. But if he obtained Gu Shentong's secret art and combined it with the Que Xie Divine Blade in his possession, every obstacle would be