Hou Niao had not overlooked this point; he had merely reserved the idea as his last resort.
It was not that he took Gu Sou's advice lightly, but Gu Sou had never pointed him toward any specific path in cultivation. Whenever they met, he always spoke in broad outlines, shrouded in clouds and mist. It sounded lofty, but was actually vague and insubstantial, with little practical meaning.
So he had subconsciously left it until last, because there was no controlling how long it would take.
Lady Bai's advice came at just the right time, for he was now stuck halfway up, unable to advance or retreat, having run into trouble reforging his flying sword.
His choice to destroy his flying sword had been both a necessity and a deliberate decision.
The necessity was that he would certainly be punished. Relatively speaking, lost cultivation was easier to recover; it was merely a matter of time and patient grinding. Most other cultivators would probably have chosen that option.
But he disliked wasting time so passively. He preferred to seek change on his own initiative. Given his dissatisfaction with his Flying Sword Art, after countless minor patches and repairs, he had realized that it contained systematic flaws that patching could no longer fix. So he had seized this opportunity to tear it down decisively and start again.
Not rebuilding his system, but reconstructing his flying sword.
Reconstructing his flying sword was a direction that was very difficult to commit to. Nameless had been with him for decades and had become a part of his body. How could he discard it lightly? He did not even have a workable plan, and even if he had, overcoming that psychological hurdle would have been all but impossible.
All these years, he had remained caught in this