Half a month later, after comprehending many times, there were only a few nonhuman prisoners left that he had exchanged for.
Xu Qing no longer continued to use the prisoners' breakthrough to draw the saber of heavenly tribulation. Instead, he kept recalling and carving the saber in his mind. He also tried to copy the movement of the saber.
In his mind, a rather stable saber image finally appeared. He carefully maintained it and slowly deepened it.
This process was very boring, like forging a peerless sharp blade.
Gradually, the saber emitted a sharp glow. In reality, at this point, Xu Qing knew that he could end it.
However, he sensed that although the saber he comprehended at that moment had astonishing might, it wasn't the saber that could slash the Dao that he had envisioned. Instead, it could slashed the body and soul.
"It's different from what I imagined…"
