Jiang Ding's foundation could not bear a sword soul.
This was not a matter of whether his body was tough enough. Body Refining Cultivation Techniques were useless.
The bodies of sword cultivators and Dharma cultivators were like super-intelligent chips. They could greatly amplify powers such as sword intent, Dharma intent, Dharma power, and the divine soul, nurturing their birth and growth. The hardness of the body had little to do with whether it could withstand a sword soul.
Just like a computer's software and hardware systems.
Now that the hardware system could not load the software system, replacing the hardware with steel or some even harder material would not solve the problem. The entire hardware system had to be upgraded.
Or the software algorithms could be streamlined, using one unit of computing power to accomplish what once took several, thereby reducing the demands on the hardware.
"If swordsmanship entered the Sixth Realm, the Sword Spirit Realm, it could achieve the same effect as well..."
Jiang Ding sank into thought.
This was what he had been doing for thousands of years.
Comprehending and developing entirely new sword arts—throughout this process, his swordsmanship had continued to grow slowly. The Fifth Realm of the Sword Dao, 'Sword Realm,' had now entered its later stage.
Battle and slaughter were not the only paths by which sword cultivators could advance.
Comprehending more sword arts, creating more sword arts, even immersing oneself in art could likewise lead to insights by analogy. The method was unimportant; what mattered was that a cultivator's understanding of the Sword Dao grew deeper.
Rumble!
At that moment, a peal of thunder reached Jiang Ding's ears, resembling the Dao Integration Heavenly Tribulation, yet far weaker.
The sound came from an extraordinarily distant place. It crossed realms and was transmitted through the Central