"Stab!"
"Lift!"
"Cut!"
"..."
On a stone platform amid the rushing waterfall, Lin Xiuya's Dou Qi was faint as he swung his sword again and again, following the quiet prompts.
"All right, sit cross-legged and see if you can 'see' that sword!"
At the words, Lin Xiuya sat cross-legged beneath the waterfall's pounding torrent. He laid his long sword before him, closed his eyes, and tried to quiet his mind.
Yun Zimo sighed softly. Half a year had passed. He wondered if Xiu Ya would find his sword this time.
By now, he had abandoned the swordsmanship he once practiced. Aside from the light, graceful air of a breeze, not a trace of sharpness remained around him.
He looked more like an elegant scholar than a bold, unrestrained sword cultivator.
"Liu Qing, once you can split the waterfall and turn its water into a spear, you'll have made it!"
Yun Zimo's Dou Qi wings quivered faintly as he spoke to the burly Liu Qing from midair.
"Yes, Master Yun!"
Liu Qing's voice came from the bottom of the waterfall, though he sounded a little strained.
On a jutting stone platform beneath the waterfall, Liu Qing danced his Overlord Spear. No trace of Dou Qi stirred around him. The veins in his arms bulged, and his arms trembled with every swing.
To spur them to train harder, Yun Zimo had personally infused the waterfall with Origin Sword Force from its summit. The torrent, once as heavy as a thousand catties, had grown more than ten times heavier. Liu Qing and Lin Xiuya's bodies shook violently, but they gritted their teeth and endured!
"Origin" was the apt name Yun Zimo had given the force born from uniting the Three Treasures of essence, energy, and spirit.
Since breaking through to Dou Emperor, Yun