The Source

Although Naimus had already become a Sword Saint, his understanding of Swordsmanship ranked among the very best in the world.

That did not mean other people's Swordsmanship held no value.

Those techniques were all essences others had painstakingly refined from the ordinary, bit by bit.

Every Sword Saint's Swordsmanship had something worth learning from.

Take the Sword of Mist, for example. It used mist's diffusive, permeating nature to gradually infect the surrounding environment, forming a pseudo-domain.

Within this pseudo-domain, the power of Swordsmanship could continuously accumulate before reaching its peak in an instant.

The light-forged weapons Naimus had continuously released earlier had served this very purpose: leaving traces of light behind until they formed a domain of light this time, using the domain's power to produce even more elemental transformations.

Only by combining it with this domain could he unleash this move.

An immense amount of light surged down with Naimus's sword, crashing into the domain of shadows.

"Your domain Swordsmanship is impressive, but it is ultimately only a pseudo-domain!" Atata praised Naimus's Swordsmanship from within the shadows.

The Phantom Demon who had previously used the Sword of Mist was far inferior by comparison.

His idea of rashly combining mist and illusion arts had been correct, but he had not integrated them closely enough, leaving behind several flaws instead.

Naimus, on the other hand, had used it exceptionally well.

He fused the techniques together without making them feel abrupt; instead, they fit together perfectly.

Still, Atata merely praised him.

Because such techniques could not compare to solid, tangible power.

Countless shadows shifted, and a true domain world emerged.

Within this domain world, shadows were the rule governing all things. Everything was made of shadows.

Flesh and blood, earth, weapons, air, and even most souls could be freely transformed into shadows.