In an instant, a wave of profound and mysterious insight flooded Su Yu's mind.
A single moment in reality felt like several years passing in the depths of his consciousness.
In a daze, Su Yu felt as if he had become a Spiritual Ape, leaping between precipices and swinging his saber against the wind on a ten-thousand-foot cliff. Then, he was standing on a reef lashed by crashing waves, facing a hundred-foot-tall tidal wave, cleaving a path between life and death with each strike, suppressing the raging torrent.
From tedious repetition to a sudden flash of inspiration.
Finally, after countless strikes, the scattered fragments of his techniques suddenly coalesced, forming a single, focused will!
Su Yu's eyes snapped open. He took a deep breath, his once-restless gaze now as deep as a tranquil pool. He raised the Mo Yuan Saber once more, but this time, he didn't rush to strike. Instead, he stood quietly, letting the biting wind in the courtyard whip at the corners of his clothes.
