Ye Futian stood firmly and shook his head. "It's nothing."
He looked up, and his gaze fell upon the stone stele. Once he received the will of this Thousand Proverb Stele, he would be able to form proverbs of pure will and integrate them into his sword.
When he did that, it would be much stronger than if he was relying on his own spiritual willpower.
If he could fully understand it, then he could store his own will inside the thousand proverbs. Once he released it, would it burst forth with a power far beyond his own spiritual willpower?
This time, he intended to visualize all of the thousand proverbs directly, but he could not withstand such a high-level endeavor.
It looked like he would have to go a little bit slower.
He walked forward. There were many people around him.
Xiang Ze was in front of him. He squinted at Ye Futian, then averted his gaze. He looked back at the huge stone stele and whispered, "You should not be doing this."
