In the barren, deathly stillness of the starry sky.
The Supreme Sword Heir tried for a long time, again and again, but he could not find the road to the Grand Dream Sword Realm.
Only then did he realize with a start that something once within arm's reach, as ordinary as sunlight, air, the sun, moon, and stars, held far too many unknowns.
"Impossible!"
"It's only the seventh step! Most of the framework is already complete, and the hardest part has been solved. Can't I derive the rest on my own?"
The Supreme Sword Heir spoke through gritted teeth.
He steadied himself and continued healing. As soon as his injuries had recovered a little, he began deriving the cultivation method.
He started with the most basic structure and the most basic work, building his own system and cultivation method brick by brick. All the while, he suppressed the urge to consult others, because he knew no one would answer.
Just as he himself had been in the past, all cultivators guarded their secrets like a cherished old broom. They would never answer another's questions about the Dao Path.
Besides, cultivators who did not practice the Supreme Great Sun Sword Dao could not answer his questions.
Even if they lost their heads and wanted to help, they could not.
This endless starry sky was so vast that extraordinary talents seemed commonplace, yet so small that, wherever he looked, he saw only mediocrities and dark, barren stars and worlds. There were scarcely any exceptional people to be found.
Sword Dao talents he had once encountered everywhere in the Grand Dream Sword Realm were exceedingly hard to meet in the real world. The distances between the stars kept sword cultivators apart.
The more the Supreme Sword Heir derived, the more agitated he became.