For the next while, Li Weiyi practiced only the move Taiyi Opens the Sea every day, searching for that bold, heroic momentum he had felt when fighting Yao Zheng Sheng—the feeling that he could split the sea with a single sword strike.
Master Urn said that was Heavenly Dao Mana Fusion.
Every day, Li Weiyi drilled several hundred sword strikes.
Every strike went all out. He stopped only after exhausting both his stamina and mana to their limits. Again and again, he tried; bit by bit, he gained insight.
After several thousand strikes, he still could not enter Heavenly Dao Mana Fusion at will. But over the following days, he could finally make one or two strikes a day that aligned with it.
"Training like this alone is useless. You need to fight, to temper yourself, to clash with experts in battles of life and death. Otherwise, it'll take you years to achieve it." Those were Master Urn's exact words.
When Master Urn said that, his heart was a jumble of flavors.
Because when his own master had said those same words back then, what followed had been, "Otherwise, it'll take you decades to achieve it." After all, who could have believed that after training like this for merely half a month, Li Weiyi would actually be able to actively grasp the mysteries of the Dao Fusion state? His success rate was simply still very low.
At dawn and dusk, when day and night changed places, Li Weiyi, Cai Yutong, and Qin Ke followed Senior Spirit Tablet to cultivate Spirit God Psychic Power and sense spiritual radiance.
Meanwhile, every day or two, Li Weiyi took Zhao Zhizhuo to the inn to ask that senior expert to help reconstruct his spring aperture.
Time flew by. Twenty-two days had passed