War was being prepared in low-dimensional spacetime. Whether the entire grand strategy would succeed began here.
Meanwhile, in High-Dimensional Spacetime, Wang Tong'er had grown into a six-year-old child, though he already stood four feet tall.
He looked rather like a little adult!
Wang Tong'er wore a solemn expression as he formed sword seals with both hands on a stretch of green grass!
He was controlling a flying sword that danced all around him!
Under his control, the flying sword conjured one astonishing vision after another, unleashing startling power!
At times it became mountains and rivers; at others, a flowing river. Sometimes it scattered into ten thousand cold stars, and sometimes a flash of swordlight vanished without a trace!
He wielded the flying sword with uncanny mastery. Like a stroke of divine inspiration, it appeared and disappeared without warning!
Wang Tong'er resembled a peerless sword immortal. Within three yards of him, nothing survived the passing swordlight, and a murderous chill seemed to tower to the heavens.
He had reached the peak of the State-Forming realm. After little more than two months of cultivation, he was already on the verge of breaking through to the Human Tribulation realm.
Beside him, Wang Linger watched with shining eyes, as though she were looking at a treasure.
After a long while, Wang Tong'er recalled his sword and stood still, seemingly contemplating the sword-control technique he had just used.
Only after another moment did Wang Tong'er open his eyes. The moment he saw Wang Linger, he rushed over in delight and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Sister... Was Tong'er's swordplay good?"
His radiant expression made him look unbearably adorable.
Wang Linger stroked his little head with pride, a flush of excitement crossing her face.
"My Tong'er is the best!"
"Your cultivation is still low, but