Time slipped quietly away amid the spill of sweat, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten days had passed.
Inside Grade A No. 10 Martial Dao Room, Fang Han stood firm as a boulder.
"Whoosh—"
Driven by his eightfold Root Bone Talent, the blood and qi throughout his body surged like boiling lava, releasing a deep, powerful roar.
The nourishment from large amounts of Monster Beast Meat made that blood and qi increasingly vast and pure, continuously washing over and tempering the bones throughout his body, which had already reached Bone Refining Late-Stage.
Though he had not yet reached the limit of Bone Refining, he had already made great progress upon the foundation of Bone Refining Late-Stage.
After finishing his Stance Training, Fang Han began practicing the Gentle Wind Sword Art.
His cultivation over this period had given the Gentle Wind Sword Art several more indescribably fluid and nimble transformations.
He could already vaguely sense the next realm of the Gentle Wind Sword Art. He had a premonition that a breakthrough was not far away.
It might come in a few days, or it might come the very next moment.
"Swish, swish, swish—"
The Azure Edge Sword in his hand swept through the air, its sword light glittering as it streaked through the sky like a gale, raising sharp whistles of breaking wind.
Suddenly, his Sword Intent changed!
The surging blood and qi within him seemed to find an entirely new outlet, pouring into the blade in an even more profound manner.
"Bzz—"
The Azure Edge Sword released a clear, lingering hum. As its tip trembled, several azure sword shadows—impossible to distinguish between real and false—materialized.
Like several gusts converging into one, their trajectories were treacherous and unpredictable, while their power surged dramatically.
"The *Gentle Wind Sword