The West Sea was vast to the point of seeming endless.
Qin Yun flew over it on a cloud but his mind was elsewhere.
The Dharmic formulation of condensing a sword immortal Essence Soul constantly surfaced in his mind, as he deliberated over it again and again.
The body was capable of accommodating mistakes. Even if a Dharmic formulation had flaws, one could still condense an Essence Soul. It was also why Dharmic formulations had different grades.
Qin Yun did not wish to create a sword immortal Dharmic formulation that could match the Grand Supreme Dao Ancestor's.
Even if it was a little weaker…
It was enough as long as he successfully condensed a sword immortal Essence Soul.
"Am I getting too caught up in the nitty-gritty details?" Qin Yun pondered over the Dharmic formulation as he constantly constructed it in his mind, making minute adjustments.
