Within the Dao Palace, brilliant sword radiance flashed out from within, illuminating the vault of heaven and lighting up the clouds and rainbows in the sky. Only after several breaths did it gradually fade away.
On the tenth day after refining the second beam of sword light, Zhang Yu refined the third as well.
Three sword shadows were reflected within his mind. At first, they had seemed like swords beneath water, separated by a layer—blurred and wavering. Yet as his mind observed and brushed over them, they became ever clearer and more solid.
In the end, a faint gleam arose upon the sword shadows. With a sudden flash, they leaped forth from his mind, joining head to tail into a circle and whirling endlessly there. Yet it was impossible to tell which was the true sword and which were the divided lights transformed into shadows.
In truth, there was indeed little difference between them.
The two sword artifacts could now both be counted as part of his body. Even if they were damaged or broken, so long as he remained, he could produce them again with a single thought. The sword lights divided from them were the same.
However, he could sense that there was still a slight sluggishness in the circulation of the sword lights. If he encountered a true adversary, that sliver of delay might cause him to miss the moment of battle—or become an opening for his opponent's counterattack. Thus, having reached this point, he still needed to find a way to strengthen them further.
With a thought, he summoned forth the Great Dao Unified Text. He saw that another seal of "Sword Unification" had appeared upon it. He sent spiritual essence into it, and bright light gradually arose from the seal before a ray of light