Xu Yi had thought the process of advancing from two Domain Sources to three would come naturally, like water flowing into a channel. He had never expected to reach a dead end.
"Brother Xu, the sword net is about to vanish. Wake up, quickly!"
A voice reached his ears, jolting Xu Yi awake. The one who had sent the message was Xiong Bei Ming.
The others had no idea Xu Yi had been lost in a world of thought, yet Xiong Bei Ming had seen through it. Clearly, he had been through something similar.
Xu Yi came back to himself and saw that most of the countless sword nets he had woven had already been dispelled. Only the last twenty-odd remained, and they could withstand no more than a few strikes.
There was no time to conjure more sword nets now; he could never replenish them fast enough to keep up with the losses.
Xu Yi felt somewhat discouraged. Could it be that I'm about to be dragged into another bitter fight?
Just then, another voice reached his ears. "Hun Tian, Hun Tian—its intent is like the heavens themselves. Brother Xu, you're focused only on internal changes and have completely overlooked this principle. You're heading in exactly the wrong direction."
Xu Yi froze as the words reached him.
Then it suddenly clicked. Have I gone astray? I've been fixated on constructing the mathematical models and reconciling the connections between them, without ever stepping outside those internal models to grasp the entire Hun Tian Sword as a whole.
If its intent is like the heavens themselves, how can it flow freely when weighed down by so many entanglements?
"Thank you, Brother Zhu!"
Xu Yi sent his thanks to the Green Demon King inside the prison cage.
It was the Green Demon