Red Flame Gorge.
Fang Mo and the others arrived at Red Flame Gorge and settled in a concealed spot. He, however, went alone into the gorge to comprehend the blade art.
Standing in the gorge, he swung his blade again and again, searching for that flash of insight.
Sweat fell onto the red rocks, but he didn't move at all, lost in his blade practice. When he was tired, he sat down and cultivated Xiantian Primal Chaos True Force; when he was hungry, he chewed on a piece of dried meat and swallowed a few pills.
From the moment he arrived at Red Flame Gorge, he had stood there, practicing his blade.
In one day, he went from beginner to proficient.
On the second day, he entered the mastery stage and began a fierce charge toward minor mastery.
If his body could have taken it, he would have swung his blade ten thousand times a day. Unfortunately, every swing took a heavy toll on his body. Spirit Control Grade blade arts were no joke.
Every swing honed his spirit and will. The immense pressure of the blade's momentum rapidly improved both his true force and his body.
One strike, two strikes, three strikes...
With every swing, he seemed to gradually merge with the blade's momentum in Red Flame Gorge, faintly drawing upon the power of heaven and earth.
He practiced from day into night, then from night into day.
Fentian Mountain Splitting Slash was the only way Fang Mo could think of to counter Lei He. He didn't dare slack off in the slightest. He had to cultivate it to its limit, or he would be waiting for death.
The gorge was pitch-black. Fang Mo stood in the darkness, seeming to blend into the night.
A pale fish-belly white appeared