"Not enough, still not enough..."
Sikong Jing's sword swung out again and again, perfectly imitating the Nine Heavens Emperor's swordsmanship. At the same time, he continuously fused that unyielding sword intent from the ninth level into the Qing Ling Sword within his Spirit Platform's sea of consciousness.
Making his will even firmer, even sharper...
But suddenly... Pfft!
A mouthful of blood sprayed out without any warning. Sikong Jing's expression changed drastically as he thought to himself, Something's wrong. There's still something I haven't observed. What exactly is it?
At this very moment...
The overwhelming Demon Blood of the Nine Heavens was still pouring madly into Sikong Jing's body. Within the illusory world, the Nine Heavens Emperor was still wielding every stroke of his sword, sparring against an equally terrifying Nine Heavens Magic Beast...
And every stroke continued to shake Sikong Jing's Spirit Platform, making his sea of consciousness hum incessantly.
What Sikong Jing could not understand was what else he had failed to comprehend. He had clearly followed the Nine Heavens Emperor's sword and reproduced its movements. He had clearly already captured some of its essence.
Then why had he suddenly suffered internal injuries?
"Is it because the ninth level can only be entered by someone at the Emperor level, while I have yet to reach that level?"
"No, that's not it..."
"After all, only two days have passed."
There was certainly something in the ninth level that someone at the Emperor Sovereign level could not comprehend. But the Snow-Tempered Sword Spirit had said he would only be given three days.
In just three short days, there definitely could not be too much that surpassed his current realm.
"I must find the root of it. Otherwise, I won't be able to truly comprehend the true essence of the ninth level's