Apart from the gale winds, the number of Spatial Rifts flashing through the endless yellow sands also clearly increased from time to time.
Even with East Sea Sword Saint Liu Hua's astonishing attainments in the sword path, all methods proved useless before Spatial Rifts.
Caught off guard, he was wounded by several Spatial Rifts.
Had he not reacted swiftly, he might have perished on the spot.
Seeing how dire the situation was, the two had no choice but to abandon the idea of traveling while circulating their cultivation. They descended into the yellow sand, used their cultivation to withstand the incoming gale winds, and advanced slowly.
Su Shi'er had yet to recover from his injuries. Under such circumstances, East Sea Sword Saint Liu Hua could only bear the greatest pressure at the front.
Liu Hua, however, did not utter a word of complaint. Whether injured or not, he merely continued onward in silence.
As he traveled, he began trying to use the incoming gale winds to temper his control over sword qi and sword intent.
Day after day passed. Su Shi'er could clearly sense that Liu Hua's sword path was still improving at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Liu Hua's sword path was one of single-minded focus, free from all distractions—a sword that concentrated power at one point, using the least strength to inflict terrifying damage.
With every sword momentum, Su Shi'er thought Liu Hua had reached the pinnacle of the sword path.
Yet every few days, he would suddenly realize that the power of Liu Hua's sword qi had improved further, while the True Yuan he needed to mobilize had grown ever less.
By then, wherever the sword qi went, it even showed a tendency to draw the incoming gale winds into its sword momentum and turn