Breaking the Ghost Capital, Opening the Netherworld with a Blade to Summon the Yellow Springs

"The boy was still a little too hasty. If he could have held out until the next round before drawing his blade, he might have worn Li Yezhu down to death."

Inside the Three Sovereigns Dao Palace, Yun Shiliu watched Xu Taiping sweep toward Li Yezhu on waves formed from Blade Qi Thunderclap in the Spirit Mirror. Alongside the amazement in her eyes was a trace of regret.

Her view was the same as Zhu Huai's and Qionghua's.

"No, no, no. You're still looking at this too superficially."

Beside her, the Old Palace Master suddenly smiled and shook his head.

"Too superficially?"

Yun Shiliu was somewhat puzzled.

"If you had practiced the blade and could look at this strike through a blade cultivator's eyes, you would realize that Xu Taiping chose precisely the right moment to strike."

The Old Palace Master spoke with an easy smile.

"You mean whether Xu Taiping strikes at this moment has a bearing on how far he can go along the path of blade cultivation?"

Yun Shiliu immediately understood what the Old Palace Master meant.

"At least for young Xu Taiping, whether or not he reaches the twelfth layer, his trials in the Mysterious Wasteland Tower have already been worthwhile."

The Old Palace Master nodded.

"Even so, it's still a shame. There is only one chance to have the Blade Slave guard his path. If he fails to breach Guifang's Imperial Capital even this time, the day a cultivator from the Shangqing Realm reaches the Mysterious Wasteland Tower's twelfth layer may be far beyond sight."

Yun Shiliu spoke with deep regret.

"One fewer young hero who reaches the twelfth layer, one more battle general capable of commanding four tokens. That is a very worthwhile trade."

The Old Palace Master spoke with a broad smile.

Clearly,