The gears of time turned through another month. Relying on the power of divinity, Tang Xuan firmly consolidated his level-forty cultivation. He slowly emerged from his cultivation. After two straight months in seclusion, his body had grown somewhat numb from sitting. Tang Xuan rose, stretched his limbs, and looked at the Divine Origin Grass before him.
"In two months, the restrictions around the Divine Origin Grass have weakened considerably. Given a little more time, they should disappear completely."
"When that happens, I'll claim this Divine Origin Grass, no matter what," Tang Xuan murmured, lowering his head.
After being washed by divinity, he felt that his state of mind had undergone a certain elevation. Once his mind grew still, everything he saw offered a different insight. Looking at the Godslayer Sword on the ground, he dimly grasped something.
"For a swordsman, holding a sword or holding nothing should make no difference. With no sword in my hand but a sword in my heart, my body is my sword. A swordsman is himself a keen blade, fearless and undaunted, with nothing but his sword." Turning his fingers into a sword, he began practicing every sword technique he had learned. His movements alternated between slow and swift, faintly carrying the essence of tai chi. At times, they became fierce and powerful, bearing the might of thunder. Finally, he practiced the techniques of the Godslayer Sword Art. Inspired by its third form, Thousand-Mile Pagoda, Tang Xuan no longer pursued fixed moves, seeking only their essence. He used two fingers as a sword, as though he truly held a blade, his sword force stirring sharp gusts of wind. At the end of his practice, Tang Xuan swept his right hand outward in a sword stroke, sending sword energy soaring into the heavens. The "heavens" here