Within his Soul Space, Loa's consciousness hovered beneath his sword-shaped soul, his eyes tightly shut and his brows knitted together.
Azure Wind Trace circulated on his left, purple Thunder Light leaped on his right, and an aura of destruction so deeply black that it swallowed everything churned silently before him.
The three Profound Mysteries each occupied a region of his Soul Space, chasing and colliding with one another, yet never truly merging.
Every approach ended in violent repulsion and tremors-the instant Wind Trace struck the aura of destruction, it was annihilated; when Thunder Light struck into Wind Trace's domain, it was scattered; whenever the aura of destruction tried to envelop Thunder Light, it was pierced through.
He had been here for an unknown length of time.
Perhaps only a few breaths had passed outside, but within his Soul Space, he felt as though he had sat in solitary contemplation for a thousand years.
Again and again, he worked through the possibilities and tried to forcibly blend those three disparate Profound Mysteries together.
Every attempt ended in failure, and every failure made his soul tremble slightly, but he did not stop.
Because he knew that if he failed, he would die!
Why? Loa asked himself. He had asked himself this question countless times, never finding an answer.
Wind and thunder both belong to wood, and wood is the power of burgeoning vitality. Destruction is the end, the terminus of all things. Life and death should be as incompatible as fire and water. Did I choose the wrong path from the very beginning?
His consciousness involuntarily returned to the very beginning.
Back then, as a Rank 6 Warrior, he had comprehended the sword force that marked his starting point-the Nine Heavens Wind-Thunder Sword Force!
Later, while training outside, he had stood atop