The stone chamber at the Cold Pool was utterly silent. Amid focused cultivation and transformation, three months slipped quietly by.
Sitting cross-legged, Han Li slowly opened his eyes. Countless pale-gold sword phantoms, thin as gossamer, flashed through his gaze before vanishing into the depths of his pupils, leaving only a deeper, clearer radiance of stars. He opened his mouth and inhaled. The pale-gold sword qi swirling around him, tinged with the colors of chaos, flowed like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, pouring into his mouth and nose and merging into every limb and bone.
"Great evolutionary sword essence, complete!"
Looking inward at his Dantian, he saw that his silver-purple nascent soul had gained an exceedingly thin layer of pale-gold light. Yet that halo was incomparably resilient and sharp, as though it could evolve ten thousand techniques. This was the sign that he had begun mastering "initial sword essence evolution," the first level of the Great Evolutionary Sword Art-great evolutionary sword essence. Not only was its power far beyond ordinary spiritual power, but the trace of the Dao's "evolution" within it also added several tenths more variation and might to any sword technique or divine ability he employed.
With a slight stirring of his will, he held two fingers together like a sword. A three-inch strand of chaotic pale-gold sword qi, filled with specks of starlight, flickered from his fingertips. It was extraordinarily solid and gave off a heart-stopping sharpness. Stranger still, it seemed alive. Under the control of his thoughts, it could divide and reunite at will, becoming as many as nine sword shadows in which substance and illusion gave rise to one another, their trajectories unfathomable, yet as obedient as fingers to an arm.
The first level, initial sword essence evolution, has reached minor attainment. Han Li