Another two days passed.
Su Yu's movements had slowed to a crawl. Every time he raised a hand, it was as if he were pushing a thousand-jun weight.
The cave's fluorescent glow flickered in time with his breathing. Even the moss on the rock walls rippled with the fluctuations of his sword intent.
He could clearly feel that he was just one step away from true Sword Intent.
That step was like a natural chasm—cross it, and the world would open wide before him; fail to cross it, and all his efforts would come to nothing.
This realization left him both excited and apprehensive. The silver light at his fingertips trembled faintly along with him.
"Su, my boy." Sword Elder's voice suddenly rang out in his Sea of Consciousness.
"To temper your Half-step Sword Intent to this degree in just two days..." For once, the old man's tone held a hint of praise.
"Even in the Central Domain, where geniuses and monsters are everywhere, your talent wouldn't be considered poor."
A faint smile had just appeared at the corner of Su Yu's mouth when Sword Elder added, "Of course, you're still a little short of where I was back in my day."
Su Yu was at a loss between laughter and tears.
This senior couldn't praise anyone without adding a touch of pride. He didn't know whether he ought to thank him or argue back.
Su Yu slowly lowered his hands and withdrew from his deep comprehension of sword intent.
After three straight days and nights of comprehending sword intent, even the robust body of a Spirit Condensation Realm martial artist now felt the effects of mental exhaustion.
This kind of depletion was different from physical fatigue; it was the weariness that came from maintaining intense concentration for a long