Dispersing the Wolf Pack

Zhao Nan pondered the mysteries of the Wind Element and the Space of Wind in his mind, trying to find the distinction between them within the wind blades.

Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, Zhao Nan still could not find any difference.

Instead, the wind blade dissipated into nothingness in the very next instant.

Helpless, Zhao Nan once again released the final wind blade.

As the last wind blade streaked across the sky, Zhao Nan felt as if he had been struck by a sudden flash of inspiration; he stood frozen in place, while the spiritual energy in his mind began to expand continuously.

Mid-stage Level 9 Magus...

High-stage Level 9 Magus...

Saint-level!

"Boom..."

A thunderous roar echoed within Zhao Nan's mind, and in an instant, his spiritual energy transformed directly into soul energy.

At that same moment, Zhao Nan recovered from his dazed state.

"Is this the Saint-level?" Zhao Nan muttered in disbelief.

Immediately afterward, Zhao Nan's attention was captured by the epiphany he had just gained while watching that wind blade streak across the firmament.

"So this is the Wind Element, and this is the Space of Wind!" Zhao Nan murmured to himself, his fingers constantly flicking, sending wind blades slicing through the Wind Wolves in the direction of his gestures.

This time, the wind blades were no longer aimed solely at the waists of the Wind Wolves, but were cutting through them at will.

Yet, even with such casual strikes, the wind blades were still like divine weapons.

The moment they touched a Wind Wolf's body, the beast was torn directly into two halves.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

The sound of wind blades slicing through the air rang out, and as one Wind Wolf after another was cut down, the remaining ones hurriedly tucked their tails and leaped away in panic.

Then, a howl that shook the heavens erupted.

The remaining Wind Wolves let out mournful cries, turned around, and fled toward the distant mountain forest.

Roslet was covered in blood, yet he still stood tall, shouting to the guards, "Alright, stop chasing! Tend to your wounds and clear the battlefield!"

Roslet held significant prestige within the caravan, and after he gave this order, the remaining guards began to clear the battlefield or bandage their wounds.

As for the fallen guards, they were piled together, waiting to be cremated shortly.

At this moment, the most important task was cleaning up the battlefield.

Of course, "cleaning up the battlefield" actually meant digging out the magic cores from those Wind Wolves.

One must know that for these guards, every single magic core was extremely important.

In any world, money is a vital necessity.

In this dog-eat-dog Panlong Plane, the importance of money was magnified countless times over.

Just as the guards were cleaning the battlefield, Zhao Nan, who had previously been floating in the air, had already returned to his carriage.

After Zhao Nan eliminated the invading Wind Wolves from mid-air, he had hurriedly entered the carriage and sent a telepathic message to Roslet, telling him not to disturb him.

Zhao Nan knew very well that an epiphany comes quickly and goes just as fast.

If he did not seize this opportunity, he didn't know how much time it would take to comprehend the mysteries contained within those wind blades again.

One must realize that what those wind blades contained was not just one mystery, but the fusion of two different mysteries: the Wind Element and the Space of Wind.

Time passed slowly, and Zhao Nan had already entered a state of deep meditative seclusion.

At this moment, Zhao Nan was comprehending the essence of the Wind Element.

Perhaps it was because Zhao Nan's affinity for the Wind Element was super-superior, or perhaps it was because he had been studying the Wind Element for a long time.

It was very simple for Zhao Nan to gain entry into the mystery of the Wind Element, but he knew the "what" of the Space of Wind mystery without knowing the "why," and he simply could not gain entry.

This frustrated Zhao Nan greatly.

Helpless, Zhao Nan had no choice but to move his body, flying into the mountain forest to begin releasing wind blades from his hands one after another.

As he released more and more wind blades, Zhao Nan's understanding of the Space of Wind grew deeper, until in one instant, he suddenly understood what the Space of Wind was, and at that very moment, he gained entry into the mystery of the Space of Wind.

But his cultivation was not yet complete; his Wind Blade technique was a fusion attack of the Wind Element and the Space of Wind, and he had only just gained entry into both mysteries.

This was the perfect opportunity to fuse the two mysteries.

After all, mysteries are easier to fuse at lower levels.

Zhao Nan's plan was to gain entry into all the Laws and mysteries by the time he reached the Saint-level, and if possible, to fuse them all.

After all, there are only two stages to these mysteries: entry and perfection.

The same applies to the fusion of Law mysteries: one is the beginning of the fusion, and the other is the final completion.

Since it is easier at lower levels, he could rely on persistent effort to grind it out, and by the time he achieved the rank of Highgod, he would be able to directly achieve Grand Perfection.

Of course, this was just what Zhao Nan was thinking; as for whether he could succeed, he would have to leave it to fate.