After leaving Myriad Pill Hall, Bai Jing returned to Spiritual Elegance Peak.
Facing the trial more than a year away, he still hoped for a qualitative leap in both his strength and cultivation.
In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed.
This day.
On the training ground to the left of the pavilion.
Bai Jing stood in the center of the field, bathed in the early spring sunlight. His sword was hidden behind his back in his right hand, and he stood as still as a mountain.
Whoosh!
At a certain moment, he suddenly moved.
His right hand lightly thrust forward, carrying an immense force of presence.
Then he turned the hilt with his wrist, and the sword slowly began to spin along with it.
Gradually, the sword spun faster and faster, kicking up waves of dust and sand across the training ground.
Boom!
The next moment, Bai Jing thrust forward with force again. A surging wave abruptly emerged and shot outward.
Like a sharp sword gleam, it carried an immense sword momentum, setting off violent explosions along its path.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Stone tiles were flung up from the ground, then shattered directly into powder.
For a time, dust swirled everywhere and water waves roiled.
But it was not over yet. His figure immediately turned as nimble as a fledgling swallow, while the Water Cloud Sword flashed like lightning, thrusting out one phantom after another.
Pale blue sword light flickered as it traced an arc through the air...
Only half an hour later did Bai Jing finally sheathe his sword, panting heavily.
His gaze turned to the Talent Tree:
Water Cloud Sword Technique · Minor Mastery (1/400) Water Momentum · Beginner (20/400)
More than a month had passed since he decided to practice