Within the Sky Screen.
Sword Domain.
Sword Douluo's days settled into a regular routine after he obtained the Blunt Sword Dharma Body.
Every day, he rose before dawn and spent two hours practicing dharma body manifestation in his palm-sized stone hut, bringing the Blunt Sword Dharma Body out behind him, sustaining it, then withdrawing it, over and over.
Then he went to squat beside the square and watch the fifteen- and sixteen-year-old disciples do their daily training.
He neither spoke nor approached, simply squatting behind a stone pillar in the farthest corner of the square, his unblinking eyes fixed on every detail as the disciples released their dharma bodies.
How they positioned their hands, how they circulated their energy, whether they manifested their dharma bodies quickly or slowly, how the instructors corrected them when sword aura leaked out.
He committed all of it to memory, then returned to his stone hut after training ended to work through it himself.
At first, the results were poor. No matter how he practiced, his Blunt Sword Dharma Body remained a murky gray, its edges constantly dispersing, impossible to hold together.
But he was in no hurry.
Other abilities aside, when it came to "enduring," there were probably few people on the entire Douluo Continent who could match Sword Douluo.
He had endured his way through life. Average talent, average resources, average background-with nothing but the stubborn drive to grind away to the bitter end, he had ground his way into becoming a Titled Douluo.
Now that he was in another world, with another cultivation system, he kept enduring all the same.
Half a month passed, and his Blunt Sword Dharma Body grew from its original ten feet to fifteen. Though still murky gray, its edges no longer dispersed as badly, and its outline