That line of thought occupied Qin Hao for seven days and seven nights!
On this day, Qin Hao did not continue staying in the Cultivation Chamber, but instead came to the courtyard.
He still sat motionless, but now and then he looked up at the sky, sensing Heaven and Earth around him.
Sometimes, shutting himself away to cultivate brought him nowhere. He needed to feel nature.
[watermark omitted]
As Qin Hao sank into thought once more, his gaze suddenly fell on a Rock Pile and a patch of weeds ahead.
A breeze passed, and the weeds swayed.
The stones did not move an inch.
"Weeds... life!"
"A soul? Weeds have life, and the source of life is the soul. And the soul..."
"Thought!"
Qin Hao murmured to himself. Then something struck him, and he sprang to his feet. "That's it! What is intent? Intent can be called a soul, or it can be called thought!"
"The heart of an Intent Realm is the soul—thought itself!"
Qin Hao's eyes grew brighter. The realization poured through him like enlightenment from the crown of his head, filling him with excitement and the urge to shout.
But he held back. Understanding the heart of an Intent Realm was not enough; he had to put it to use.
With that insight, he reconsidered the Black Mirror Man's sword strike. This time, everything was different.
He could clearly sense the powerful Destruction Intent Realm within that strike, as though the sword itself had thoughts and a soul.
As though it were a living thing!
Qin Hao's excitement settled into calm. Instead of returning to the Cultivation Chamber, he stayed in the courtyard and released his Destruction Sword Domain with a hum.
Then...
As naturally as water flowing downhill, a massive Destruction Greatsword took shape.
It was