The ray of light flashed before him, and with a single sweep, several crisp cracks rang out. The fire bird, flood dragon, strange deer, and giant ape attacking Yan Chihuo were all cleaved in two.
The four men and four demons were utterly shocked and cried out in unison, "Refining Sword into Silk!"
It turned out that Yan Chihuo's Sword Light Differentiation had long since reached its pinnacle, with no room left for improvement. Yet he had always been just one step short of comprehending Refining Sword into Silk.
Thus, Yan Chihuo had hoped to gain insight into Refining Sword into Silk through the tempering of life-and-death battles. For sword cultivators, realizations gained between life and death could indeed make their sword arts advance by leaps and bounds. But this method had one fatal flaw: it was far too dangerous. More often than not, before one could gain any insight into swordsmanship, one would be slain by the enemy first.
Yan Chihuo only dared take this risk because he possessed an Undying Body, but he also knew that this kind of tempering would be greatly less effective for him. Naturally, the reason was also his Undying Body. When others tempered themselves amid life and death, one wrong move meant death and dissolution. Their minds therefore raced at the utmost speed, terrified of miscalculating a single step. Under such circumstances, all their potential would be forced out, making it easier to grasp sword arts.
Yan Chihuo was different. Without that dread hanging between life and death, far less of his potential could be drawn out. Yet in order to master sword arts more quickly, he had no other choice. Unexpectedly, at the final moment, he truly did grasp Refining Sword into Silk.
Suppressing the joy in his heart, Yan Chihuo flicked