No one came forward to fight during this brief lull, and Song Yan wasted no time. He sat cross-legged on the platform, refining Spiritual Power and continuing to hone his Sword Qi.
For a Sword Cultivator like him, the chances of successful Core Formation were actually slightly lower than those of ordinary cultivators.
After all, ordinary cultivators used Spiritual Power as a medium to fuse and refine their Essence, Qi, and Spirit. It was gentler and easier to control.
But Sword Qi was too sharp. Any mishap could easily injure the Three Flowers and cause Core Formation to fail.
Seen in this light, Divine Sense became even more important.
Moreover, over the past six years, Song Yan had deliberately used Sword Dao Alchemy to refine higher-grade pills, training his control over Sword Qi.
He had to admit that Senior Chen Yi, who had proposed Sword Dao Alchemy, was truly a genius. Most astonishing of all, he was not even a Sword Cultivator himself.
He wondered whether that senior was still alive.
"Seventy-one thousand eight hundred and fifteen Spirit Stones."
Deng Su said, "Subtract the first thousand, and that makes seventy thousand eight hundred and fifteen."
"Brother, you've already won fourteen thousand one hundred and sixty-three matches-"
"Have you gained any insights?"
Song Yan first shook his head, then nodded.
In truth, the average standard of Luohou Abyss's cultivators in lethal combat and sparring was quite high-at least much higher than that of the Chu Kingdom's cultivators.
Over these six years of arduous cultivation, the opponents he had encountered had all helped Song Yan advance in the Sword Dao to some degree.
Even merely reinforcing his foundations made his sword strokes more concise and fluid.
But there were not actually many who could genuinely put him under pressure once he suppressed