Sword Clues!

Xia Wuji returned to the area where the Sword Saint Wuya, Feng Wuya, was imprisoned.

Feng Wuya did not notice Xia Wuji's return at all.

He had already immersed himself in the God-tier Sword Technique inheritance Xia Wuji had given him.

This sword inheritance seemed to have opened the gates to an entirely new world for him. The True Meaning of the Sword Dao contained within was something he had once wanted to comprehend, yet had been completely unable to find a way into.

Xia Wuji watched Feng Wuya comprehend the sword inheritance. He did not speak to disturb him, merely observing him in silence.

Some things had little effect when he explained them himself.

But if he let the other party think through some conclusions on their own, it would be countless times more effective than painstakingly explaining a whole lot!

Several hours passed.

The furrows between Feng Wuya's brows relaxed slightly.

A glimmer of light ignited in his eyes.

The next moment, he raised his right hand and pressed his middle and index fingers together. A wisp of Sword Qi burst forth.

That wisp of Sword Qi instantly radiated a grand and majestic aura.

But immediately afterward, the Runes chains wrapped around Feng Wuya sensed the fluctuations of his power and erupted with terrifying strength.

They forcibly shattered Feng Wuya's Sword Qi, causing a look of pain to appear on his face.

Yet what pained him more now was no longer the torment of being bound by the Runes chains. It was the fact that although he had obtained such a powerful sword inheritance, he could no longer cultivate it.

He had seen how vast the world within this sword inheritance was, yet he could no longer continue walking into it.

"Ah!"

Feng Wuya threw back his head