At last, Lu Xiaotian's five subsidiary Primordial Spirits succeeded in cornering the tangled ball of consciousness in a relatively narrow space. However, the ball was still putting up a desperate resistance. The strands formed by the five jumbled traces of consciousness had wrapped their ends inside, leaving Lu Xiaotian unable to make a move for the moment.
But Lu Xiaotian was not short on patience. His five subsidiary Primordial Spirits were like exceedingly experienced old hunters, making probing attacks one after another. Who knew how long it took before they finally caught hold of one strand. Lu Xiaotian immediately used the other four subsidiary Primordial Spirits to suppress the counterattack of the remaining jumbled consciousness. Then, like drawing silk from a cocoon, he slowly pulled the strand he had secured out of the tangled ball.
The principle seemed simple, but the whole process was a repeated tug-of-war between Lu Xiaotian and the five jumbled traces of consciousness inside the red banner. The danger involved was several times greater than fighting another cultivator. Once the two completely different consciousnesses clashed head-on, only the victor would have the right to survive.
Hiss— A strand of jumbled consciousness was pulled out by Lu Xiaotian and expelled from the red banner. The instant it was driven out, Lu Xiaotian flicked a finger and sent out a flame, burning the strand of consciousness to nothing.
Xiang Qingcheng was devoting all her effort to refining the Clear Sword Heart. This Clear Sword Heart was essential to the sword art she cultivated and to making great progress in the sword dao. As she refined it, a faint sword intent flowed like an air current, slowly circling around her atop the black glacier. It gave the impression of a world of swords: all things were void, and only