Zhang Yu reached out and took hold of the Cicada Cry Sword, sensing waves of sword-song passing from it into his mind. He had stirred it with his qi-intent, guiding the sword to seek out and climb the path of the Dao on its own. The support of the Mystic Chaos Cicada was indispensable here as well.
Only with the guidance of supreme power, the foundation for establishing the Dao, and the correct path of seeking the Dao—all three in place—could one forge ahead along this path.
Now, he merely needed to wait for things to fall into place.
He continued channeling his qi-intent into it. Another day later, the light on the sword instead weakened. This was perfectly normal; it was gathering strength for the final charge. So long as it accumulated enough power and the destined opportunity arrived, it could attain this Dao.
Yet at this moment, he sensed something. It seemed there had been a change in the lower layer. Turning his attention downward, he saw that the more than thirty Pure Spirit Abodes originally cast into the Mystic Chaos Cicada were faintly stirring. Some spiritual beings, having long drawn upon the Mystic Chaos Cicada's power, had broken away from the Pure Spirit Abodes and intended to become independent entities.
In truth, this was not the first time such a thing had happened. Under the Mystic Chaos Cicada's prompting, those spiritual beings would eventually move in this direction. Yet the spiritualities that had now separated were still weak and utterly incapable of resisting the Pure Spirit Abodes, so they were not enough to trigger any major change.
Sure enough, just as he had expected, the spiritualities that had only just separated were swallowed by the Pure Spirit Abodes before they even understood the name of their own