Moyuan felt as though he had grasped something, yet it remained hazy and unclear.
In that single instant, his Sword Momentum changed.
As he swung the Zhan Kong Sword, there were fewer intricate and refined variations in his sword techniques;
what emerged instead was an almost primitive, utterly pure force.
No flourishes.
Xuandu immediately noticed Moyuan's change. His brows furrowed slightly as doubt arose in his heart, unsure whether it was a feint.
But on second thought, since his opponent had abandoned "technique," perhaps this was an opportunity!
Xuandu's focus sharpened as he accelerated his assault.
Amid the unceasing barrage, Moyuan gradually sank into a profound state.
Dao comprehension did not necessarily require sitting in meditation.
At any moment, in any matter, one might suddenly touch upon it.
At that moment, the Dao Rhyme of the Law of Force began to faintly emerge around Moyuan.
"Dao comprehension!"
Xuandu's pupils contracted. His heart tightened, and he immediately intensified his attacks, trying to interrupt Moyuan's state.
Yet entering a state of Dao comprehension was difficult, and breaking it was just as difficult.
Moyuan gradually entered his stride.
His sword strikes appeared utterly unstructured, yet they always dismantled Xuandu's divine abilities at precisely the right moment;
he even began to faintly suppress his opponent in return.
Upon the arena, the tide of battle gradually tilted.
The pressure fell upon Xuandu. How had things turned around while they fought, leaving the opponent showing signs of a breakthrough instead?
By then, Moyuan had long ceased caring about victory or defeat on the arena.
Deep within his consciousness, a remnant shadow emerged;
Hundun churned, with Heaven and Earth yet undivided.
A towering figure held a colossal axe and brought it down in a single strike, leaving Hundun with no power to resist.
It lasted only an