It was a quiet night, much like any other. Deep autumn had arrived, and insects and swine were seizing what time remained to give their final cries of life. In them, Hou Niao heard a faint desolation and a killing chill.
Just like his mood!
To study the sword, one had to possess sword intent. Even a hazy trace represented an improvement in essence.
He could not yet claim to have comprehended true sword intent, but amid autumn's chill, as all things lay dormant and heaven and earth grew desolate, killing intent naturally arose in his heart!
He had essentially mastered the essence of the dozens of direct, hard-clashing sword techniques in the Hidden Sword Tower, and had thoroughly honed them through actual combat in the Soul Realm. Beneath those accumulated changes in quantity, a hint of qualitative transformation had emerged.
Today was the day!
He bathed, changed his clothes, closed his eyes, and focused his mind. Emptying his thoughts, he merged himself into the desolation around him, quietly savoring that trace of an artistic conception that remained when all living things fell silent!
As soon as the optimal time for evening cultivation arrived, he set his cultivation method in motion, drawing in qi and absorbing spiritual energy.
Now, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth no longer entered his body through breathing alone. It poured in from every direction through his countless pores!
Both dantians worked in unison. Already thoroughly familiar with the process, he swiftly drove his qi-gathering efficiency to its utmost. His entire body seemed surrounded by countless fireflies, with still more flying toward him from afar, as though he were a little black hole for spiritual energy!
Such little black holes were everywhere in Jincheng. Evening cultivation was a time all cultivators devoted to practice, come