Time slipped by. Lu Xiaotian did not set foot outside the bamboo tower, spending each day studying the Sword Comprehension Stele and grasping the patterns behind the changes in its Sword Qi.
Intangible, ethereal, impossible to fathom. Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit hovered inside the Sword Comprehension Stele, watching the Sword Qi crisscrossing the void. It looked chaotic and disorderly, yet this realization suddenly rose within him. He had already cultivated blade intent during the Foundation Establishment Realm, and blades and swords shared certain principles. This greatly aided his comprehension of sword intent. Moreover, the Misty Sword Qi that had entered his body forced him into a tug-of-war with it using his magic power, leaving him utterly vexed by that seemingly real yet illusory Sword Qi.
Lu Xiaotian had remained unable to find a way into the Sword Comprehension Stele, but now it was as though his mind had suddenly opened. Like a flash of inspiration sweeping across his mind, everything before him abruptly became clear.
At the instant Lu Xiaotian suddenly understood, the seemingly chaotic Sword Qi in the void began flowing like rainwater running from high ground to low after a storm. It gradually converged, gathering from trickles into streams and forming streaks of even mightier Sword Qi.
One sword stroke after another cleaved through the void, following trajectories that seemed to have existed from birth. To Lu Xiaotian, however, those successive strokes were not cutting the void. They were cutting into his mind, leaving indelible marks. Nor did they seem like Sword Qi anymore; instead, they were repeated displays of the Great Dao's ultimate simplicity between heaven and earth.
One of Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirits was immersed in the Sword Comprehension Stele, while his other subsidiary Primordial Spirits each performed their duties. An ordinary cultivator would have been