Another five days passed. As a streak of brilliant azure light shone out from within the Dao Palace, a second beam of sword light was forged from the Cicada Cry Sword.
What Zhang Yu was doing now was far from an ordinary splitting and merging transformation of sword light. If that were all, it would have been an exceedingly simple matter for him—he could have produced a hundred, a thousand, or even more.
Yet no matter how numerous such sword lights were, they would only be reflections cast by the original sword, with nothing extraordinary about them. Any cultivator with sufficiently profound cultivation could block them with their own magical power.
The sword lights he was forging now, however, were different. Each differentiated sword light could carry an Art of Divinity Born from the Sword such as Sever All Absolutes. Thus, every sword light that came into being demanded both spirit and focus; the effort condensed within it was no less than forging and polishing another sword.
Moreover, the more sword lights there were, the greater the mental and magical power needed to bear them. If one exceeded one's own limits, then even if they could be forged, they would be difficult to control.
Zhang Yu judged that, given his current cultivation and attainments, differentiating three sword lights for use was most suitable. It was not that he could not create more, but that any more would instead become a burden and hinder him in battle.
Furthermore, the differentiated sword lights needed constant tending and quiet nurturing. Otherwise, they would regress on their own and lose the power they ought to possess. This also meant that he could not differentiate too many sword lights at once. Only once his cultivation advanced further would he consider increasing their number.
Even so,