and within him, a surge of spiritual energy began to gather.Time flies.When the first ray of dawn kissed Su Xin's face as it painted the distant horizon, his eyes finally fluttered open."The Realm of...The Sixth Sacred Mountain, in the courtyard where Su Xin resides.

Wow!

Blades of light flashed as Su Xin practiced swordsmanship alone.

"Shadowed!" "Dream fragments!" "Dawn breaks!" "Ephemeral bloom!" "Snowy expanse!" "Path to the underworld!"

Each move follows seamlessly from the last.

"No, that's not right."

Su Xin quickly stopped, and his brows furrowed.

He had mastered the Flying Blood Sword Art long ago, and his proficiency was extremely high. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it peerless. He could perform each of the six forms in this technique almost perfectly, bringing out the full power of each move.

It was like this before.

However, at this moment, as he wielded this sword technique again, it felt completely different.

It's not because of the proficiency in swordsmanship, but the swordsmanship itself...A hint of surprise flashed in the grey-robed middle-aged man's eyes.The comprehension of the ambience, is only a barely grasped sliver, and then applied in battle. This is merely the threshold of entr...