Fang Xiao's idea was sound, but how to use the sword of heavenly tribulation to aid him was a difficult problem.
The small world could not be moved outside his body. If he wanted to draw it inside, he would have to take this sword strike head-on.
But this blow was no laughing matter. If things went wrong, he might perish on the spot.
Of course, he could shatter the sword with all his strength, then endure the scattered and dispersed sword dao tribulation force piece by piece.
After all, Fang Xiao's true strength stood at peak Deity Transformation. Dispersing a heavenly tribulation was no difficult matter for him.
If the small world had not needed tribulation force, and if he had not been unwilling to diminish it, he would not have endured the first six layers of heavenly tribulation head-on.
But if he did that, how was he supposed to use the small world to gather all that sword dao tribulation force together again?
The clear and turbid qi drew one another in, tangling without end. Unless they could be severed and separated in a single strike, they would swiftly recover.
No matter how much sword dao tribulation force there was, it would all be in vain.
Therefore, Fang Xiao had to find a solution that satisfied both sides.
He had to draw the sword dao tribulation force into the small world without endangering his life.
And he had to preserve its integrity.
If I can gather it together again, dispersing it first is not impossible.
But this sword dao tribulation force clearly will not submit to my control so easily.
No... if it is truly as I think, this may not be impossible.
Fang Xiao's heart stirred as he suddenly thought of something.
The reason this sword dao