Luo Tongtian saw only his changes. He had no idea that over the past half month, Lin Xuan had burned through nearly all his cultivation time, leaving him with a pitiful 19,850 years.
There was no other reason: there were now too many Law Runes, and they were too powerful, while the Martial Dao Pill was not strong enough.
The great war on the Heavenly River Battlefield changed with each passing day, and Lin Xuan felt that everything was pressing.
With neither the strength of his Martial Dao Pill nor his cultivation level improving, Lin Xuan could only choose to deepen his comprehension of intent.
Over the past half month, he had gradually spent 66,000 years of cultivation time to raise all three intents he had mastered by another level.
Fist Palm Essence and Speed Intent had each risen by ten percent, costing Lin Xuan 40,000 years of cultivation time.
His blade intent, meanwhile, had risen from sixty percent to seventy percent, costing him 26,000 years of cultivation time.
"Old Luo, I really don't have any more energy to spare!"
In the end, Lin Xuan could only sigh helplessly.
Luo Tongtian rolled his eyes fiercely. "Fine, fine. Come find me when you want to cultivate the sword path, kid."
"You're cultivating too many things at once. It would be best to first cultivate one intent to its ultimate limit."
"Take blade intent, for example. If you push it to one hundred percent and then condense the Overlord Blade Soul, you'll be able to inscribe laws directly."
"No matter how powerful Law Runes are, they are ultimately just insignificant details. Compared to true laws, the difference is as vast as heaven and earth."
"Yes, thank you for your guidance, Old Luo!"
Lin Xuan did not refute him.
Of course, he had