Yang Dao stood on his feet lost in comprehending the secrets of the sword's intent. It has been seven days since he came to the abyssal edge but till now he had yet to cross the ten-meter threshold. His appearance was a little dusty but his breathing was shallow. Only the flickering lashes were indicating that he was alive.
The boy had entered a state of deeper meditation. In his world, only the sword intent existed. The child was calm, his world and thoughts were completely dedicated to the comprehension of the intent inside him and then to walking to the Abyssal Edge. He wanted to feel the strength residue left behind by the True Immortal.
