Ten years passed in a flash.
Inside his immortal cave, Chen Lin opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing within them.
After ten years, he had finally stabilized his cultivation somewhat, leaving him in no danger of slipping back down.
He had also carefully reviewed his situation and more or less settled on the path he would take.
He would not consider the shield intent Yang Qianxing had mentioned. Defense was not his primary focus; he was simply accustomed to thinking three times before acting, averting potential dangers beforehand. That was not the same as the path of defense.
But he strongly agreed with the suggestion to focus on spiritual artistic conception.
Whether sword will or finger intent, both relied on external means to reach the level of intent. Neither was as pure as spiritual artistic conception.
Alan of Wuzhen Tower, whom he had met back then, was an example of pure spiritual artistic conception. Every movement, every frown and smile, carried the power of mortal dust heart refinement, without any need for objects or spells.
The Silver Fairy was the same.
Although his master wielded spear intent, she had possessed unyielding intent first and only later manifested it through a spear. Even without a spear, she could use a sword or a saber just as well.
Her unyielding spirit was engraved in her bones, a sublimation of the spirit.
The finger intent he currently possessed, however, could only be wielded through the Soul-Destroying Finger.
Likewise, the Tyrant Emperor Sword Will could only be wielded through a sword.
They were the results of Man and Sword as One, and man and finger as one. Without their respective mediums, he could not wield them.
To shed those mediums would require a long period of contemplation and refinement, integrating the artistic conceptions