The sight of the sword rays in the distance still sent fear through his heart. I've come this far. Is there any reason to turn back now?
Wenlong summoned his courage and looked ahead again. At last, bracing himself despite his crawling scalp, he threw himself into a clumsy roll and dodged an attack.
As he rolled to evade another attack, a searing pain spread across his back. He knew he had been wounded again.
Wenlong gritted his teeth, his resolve growing fiercer, and dodged several attacks in succession.
By the time he took shelter beside a large rock, he was drenched in blood. He hurriedly swallowed a Wound-Healing Pill before slowly removing his clothes.
His skin had split open, exposing the flesh beneath. He applied hemostatic medicine as well, howling from the pain. Only after it subsided did he sit down to meditate and heal.
Two days passed before his injuries began to improve. None of his vital areas had been struck-a great blessing amid misfortune.
Only on the fifth day were Wenlong's injuries no longer a concern. With some of his energy restored, he began studying that sword ray.
Yet even though he felt he had a fair talent for understanding the sword Dao, he could not grasp its intricacies in a mere moment.
Cultivation knew no passage of years. Wenlong had long since forgotten the time, throwing himself wholeheartedly into cultivating the sword Dao.
When he finally grasped the essence of the sword Dao and could release sword rays from his own sword, his cultivation also broke through to the immortal stage.
Joy filled his heart. Every aspect of his physical strength surged, and his mental power increased severalfold.
Even after grasping the essential principles of the sword Dao, he dared not slacken. He had unraveled sword