Hang!
Draw the bow and cleave down!
This word expressed every mystery of how thunder formed: the turn as its momentum gathered beforehand, and the resolve as it fell.
Hou Niao's intuition had been right. In the Unseen, his opportunity lay in this word, "hang," but no one could have imagined that this High Antiquity Thunder Talisman would be hidden within more than half a year of the thunder's advancing momentum.
The Great Dao was profound, its wonders beyond words.
Opening his sea of consciousness did not help his cultivation in the slightest, but it profoundly affected his comprehension of the Heavenly Dao's laws. From now on, a cultivator's mental power could participate in cultivation to a certain extent. This was a qualitative leap.
At this point, both preparations for ascending to the Upper Realm of Golden Core were complete: Spirit Sense opened consciousness, and the Natural Realm brought comprehension of heaven and earth. On the Brocade Continent, these were the foundations for taking another step upward.
Opening the sea of consciousness also raised a cultivator's use of their own abilities to another level. Alchemists could refine precious pills with greater spirituality, talisman makers could draw talismans better suited to Spellcraft, Magic Cultivators' spells gained greater spirituality, and Sword Cultivators could command their Flying Swords as naturally as their arms commanded their fingers.
Only after entering this realm did Hou Niao realize that, having broken through the barrier of Spirit Sense, he would never again face the situation he had encountered in the Yu Household's Cold Well, where he had been unable to transform into a sword spirit. From now on, whatever realm his opponent occupied, as long as he wanted to use the Body Sword Technique, he would be able to. This was the power of the mind.
Even