Cicadas chirped, birds sang, and leaves rustled in the woods.
Although the phenomena that had accompanied the True Lord's attainment of the Dao had already faded, their unseen influence remained unchanged. This year's summer heat alone was noticeably fiercer than in previous years.
Jiang Yang had finally found a rare spell of peace. He spent his days indoors, either concentrating on his Sword Dao practice or cultivating in seclusion.
Senior Bai's condition was unquestionably his foremost concern. For now, he intended to remain in seclusion until he achieved Sword Essence.
Jiang Yang opened his eyes from meditation and counted on his fingers. More than three months had passed again.
"They say cultivation knows no passage of time. Now I see how true that is..."
Jiang Yang could not help sighing with feeling.
Even an ordinary period of secluded cultivation took more than a month, and this was only Foundation Establishment. Once he reached the Purple Mansion, developing a single divine power would probably take years.
Of the three bottles of elixirs he had obtained in the Blessed Land, he had emptied one during this time. His cultivation had advanced considerably, and the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage was already within reach.
But cultivation stages were not what Jiang Yang urgently sought right now. He rose, left the Quiet Chamber, and picked up the Rusty Sword without a word before pushing open the door and stepping outside.
Sword light soon flashed through the courtyard. Seeing Jiang Yang work so diligently, Bai Tang said nothing, but inwardly she was thoroughly pleased. There was no need for her to push him at all.
Only one final step separated him from Sword Essence, so Jiang Yang was brimming with motivation. His execution of several sets of sword moves grew ever more polished as he searched