Fantasy Manifestation

Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, the sky began to lighten.

Having completed his cultivation and formally stepped into the [Spirit-Entering Seated Illumination] realm, Zhang Sanxian slowly rose from the ground.

The sword-path talent [Grand Void Sword Soul: Myriad Forms Return to Truth] was indeed peerlessly miraculous, practically heaven-defying.

But Naihe, its level was still too low—only Level 1 for now.

Thus, merely creating a cultivation art and circulating his energy to examine and study it had taken Zhang Sanxian a full two hours.

Fortunately, he had created it in the end.

He had created a powerful art that combined training methods, combat methods, nourishing methods, movement methods, and killing methods into one—the Dog-Beating Sword Art.

The reason he had given it such a casual, ordinary name was that this art's fundamental profundity lay in treating everyone under heaven as dogs, insects, and vermin.

No matter who they were, no matter how strong they were, beneath Zhang Sanxian's sword, they were all like dead dogs.

At the same time, this profundity was closely tied to the artistic conception he had condensed.

Or rather, it was precisely because his artistic conception was boundlessly proud that the Dog-Beating Sword Art possessed such a profundity.

And Zhang Sanxian's artistic conception was—"A lone peak does not contend with the mountains."

For short, the [Lone Peak] artistic conception.

Its literal meaning made it clear enough: it represented standing alone in excellence, refusing to drift with the current, pursuing one's own utmost extremity and purity, and regarding the worldly masses as though they were nothing.

Arrogant? It certainly was arrogant.

But it was also a true reflection of Zhang Sanxian's heart.

In the course of seeking his own will, Zhang Sanxian had come to deeply realize something.

Beneath his seemingly benevolent and