[Consume 1,500 years of lifespan to advance Nebula Sword Canon to Mastery?]
"Advance it."
Lin Fan's voice fell within the residence, carrying an almost tranquil certainty.
The next instant, a vast and profound insight surged into the depths of his sea of consciousness like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
It was not a crude infusion of information, but an enlightenment that felt as though a lifetime had passed.
It was as if, over some unknown stretch of years, he had cultivated the Nebula Sword Canon alone for decades, even centuries. The rhythm of every breath, the circulation of every wisp of sword intent, even the subtle sensation within his meridians when the art operated—all of it became incomparably clear, etched into his heart.
The Nebula Sword Canon could draw upon the power of nebulae beyond the heavens. It was an energy grander and purer than ordinary stellar power.
If stellar power was a stream, then nebula power was a vast and boundless ocean.
At that moment, a unique scene appeared out of thin air in Lin Fan's mind.
Atop a mountain range, all was silent.
A man bearing a striking resemblance to Lin Fan sat cross-legged upon a bluestone polished smooth as a mirror by wind and rain.
Yet his body was like an ancient boulder, utterly motionless. With every breath he drew and released, heaven and earth seemed to resonate with some mysterious, ineffable rhythm.
The heavy clouds blanketing the night sky were torn apart as though by a pair of invisible giant hands, peeling back layer upon layer to either side.
Strand after strand of golden energy gathered with the glittering stars.
They poured down from beyond the heavens like countless fine golden threads, streaming endlessly into the man's body.
Suddenly, a clear sword cry rang through heaven