"Draw your sword."
Facing Chen Fuye, who had suddenly charged at him with his sword, Bai Yi hurriedly sprang into the air. The Purple Clarity Abyssless Sword surged with waves of Sword Intent and thunder, slicing through the void toward the Sword Light thrust at him.
Clang!
The Sword Shadows in Chen Fuye's hand quivered lightly. With a sweep and a block, he shattered the Sword Intent thunder.
"Sword Forms are merely the crystallization of one's comprehension of the Sword Dao. They aren't the whole of the sword..."
"What is Swordsmanship? It isn't a set of fixed sword moves. It is every one of your strikes..."
Chen Fuye barked, using the same Middle Golden Core cultivation to knock the Purple Clarity Abyssless Sword aside with a succession of strikes.
He sprang forward. There were no Great Dao blessings, no sword moves of overwhelming might-only one simple strike after another, each blade wrapped in True Essence.
"Practicing the sword isn't about cultivating an object. It's about cultivating the heart!"
"Pour your feelings into every strike and carry each one to its limit. That is the essence of a Sword Cultivator."
"Though there is no sword in your hand, there must be one in your heart!"
Chen Fuye's voice rang like a bell and drum, striking again and again at the depths of Bai Yi's heart.
The scarcity of Sword Cultivator inheritances in the Immortal Alliance and the lack of high-level Sword Cultivators had left him to explore the Dao Path of the sword entirely on his own.
Especially with the Dao-Deriving Mirror's aid, he had mastered one Sword Art after another, and their paths had gradually led him astray from the true Sword Dao.
He had focused only on mastering an even stronger strike, forgetting to constantly hone the most basic,