On the vast, empty mountaintop, he gazed down and took all beneath heaven into his heart. A kite soared high, its cry piercing the sky; gazing at the peaks, he forgot worldly concerns.
A black figure stood atop the mountain. At a single thought, eight sword embryos and sword beads, each encased in a transparent sphere of light, appeared around him. With a movement of the black figure's hands, they shifted through the air, forming one incomparably mysterious formation after another.
"Three sword embryos and five sword beads, combining the principles of the eight directions and embodying the intent to subdue the eight wilds. Though it's called the Misty Sword Formation and its swordplay is light and nimble, it still possesses the domineering power to shake the eight wilds."
The black-clad young man murmured to himself, doing his best to recall the Misty Sword Embryo he had witnessed in Misty Hall: one sword sweeping in from the west, scouring the eight directions. Whether it was the Buddhist monk Futu, Dark Nightmare Ghost King, or several other Nascent Soul Cultivators, all had submitted before the sword's might.
He drifted into its realm, his eyes seeing only the sword.
"This Misty Sword Formation is indeed extraordinarily profound. If I hadn't split off eight subsidiary Primordial Spirits, placing each one inside a sword bead or sword embryo, I probably wouldn't have grasped more than its barest surface by now."
A moment later, Lu Xiaotian stroked his chin and pondered. He had used up the Kongming Sword Stones in his hands, and the sword beads were now fully refined. He had also used up the Nirvana Bone Sword Orchid, turning three sword beads into sword embryos.
Lu Xiaotian had originally thought that once the sword beads were complete, he would have the Misty Sword