Gu Hui raised his head and looked southward, his gaze seeming to pierce through endless space and the boundless black curtain, seeing the Academy, seeing Fuzi, seeing... an even more distant future.
His Sword Dao had temporarily reached perfection, but his path was still long.
Once he was certain there would be no further gains, Gu Hui no longer lingered. He turned and rushed back the way he had come.
With the vitality of Life Source Water sustaining him, the annihilating power on his return journey posed far less of a threat. Before long, he charged out of the vortex.
With his sword intent perfected, even without using Distance-Free, he could summon the power of heaven and earth wherever his thoughts reached, using Shrinking Earth to an Inch. To visit the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu by dusk was no longer an empty boast.
One day, as Gu Hui sat in meditation, he suddenly sensed something. With one step, he arrived at the top floor of the Imperial Library Pavilion.
The oldest imperial classics were stored here. He took out an ancient scroll made of neither silk nor paper, its material unknown, and slowly unrolled it.
There were no words on the scroll, only countless intersecting marks that contained supreme Dao resonance... sword scars!
This was the imperial family's most precious inherited rubbing. It was said to have originated in Shanggu and contained the ultimate mysteries of the Sword Dao. Without immense fortune and exceptional comprehension, one could not even glimpse its threshold.
Li Wei had happened to collect it by chance.
In the past, whenever Gu Hui studied this scroll, he had found it profound and obscure, impossible to comprehend.
But now, with his sword intent perfected, when he looked upon those sword scars again, it