What did Sun Shu mean by those words before he left?
Why was he one of the Gods, yet able to say that it made no difference whether the Gods ruled or the Dark Star held power?
Lin Yi recalled the feeling from not long ago, when Sun Shu's sword intent had reached his chest. It had been incredibly strange.
Clearly, it was an incomparably fierce, Unbreakable sword intent, yet it had caused no harm to his body at all.
Sun Shu's sword intent had been like an unstoppable breeze, gently brushing across his chest before silently fading away, as though it had never existed.
His path was to let nature take its course. How could a path of letting nature take its course be combined with sword intent? Was sword intent not supposed to be Unbreakable and incomparably sharp? Could such sword intent still be called sword intent? Why had Sun Shu told him something so contradictory?
Even several minutes after Sun Shu had left, Lin Yi was still pondering what he had said.
How exactly had I helped Sun Shu?
Which of my words had inspired him?
Why did the path he walked have nothing to do with the techniques he cultivated?
He could not figure it out. Not even a little.
Yet Lin Yi had personally witnessed Sun Shu's strength surge.
With a casual wave of his hand, Sun Shu had completely restrained the enemy's techniques. Was that not like forcibly stuffing a fired bullet back into someone's gun barrel?
That was no longer something mere strength could accomplish.
Xi Yue and Little Ao Shu both knew what Lin Yi was doing. The two of them tacitly chose not to disturb him and began pondering Sun Shu's words as well.
And so, the three of them remained