Northern Lands, the wasteland.
A speck of silver light flickered in the Great Void. Xu Xuan stood before the former Liao Capital, only to find that this foreign people's capital had become a ruin, destroyed by the cold currents, wind, and thunder surging down from the Northern Sea.
Mountain ranges ran north to south on both the eastern and western sides of the route through the Prosperous Capital, but the northernmost stretch beside the sea was flat. Thus, the Northern Sea's cold currents, wind, and thunder could pour in unchecked, blowing all the way to Dai Territory.
In the past, the Wood-Leaf Divine Mountain had sheltered this place, and the Ancestral Spirits' Witchcraft had helped ensure gentle winds and fair skies. But after the Xiao Clan withdrew and Li Fire swept through, the alternating heat and cold made it even less habitable.
Xu Xuan stood quietly in the Great Void, still thinking of that strand of Sword Intent, a little moved.
"Ming has formed his Sword Intent."
He had devoted considerable effort to his own son, finding him the lesser yang tradition and teaching him top-tier Profound Seals, along with the Profound Lord Sword Art and, most importantly, the [lesser yang receptacle].
Very few things could improve one's aptitude and talent. The [lesser yang receptacle] and [Greater Yin Chain Form] were both renowned. Although Tiantuo had used a simplified version, paired with the Seal Script of [Sun and Moon Within the Gate], its profundity should be no less than that of Eastern Radiance's receptacle in the past.
But Sword Intent was difficult to obtain. There was no clear reason why one person succeeded and another failed. Achieving it in a single stroke now could be considered a blessing from heaven.
Yet even as he rejoiced for Xu Ming, he felt