Ye Futian was cultivating in front of a sword peak, acting like nothing in the outside world mattered to him. At that moment, the only things he was thinking about were swords.
The images of countless swords appeared in his mind, but Ye Futian still was not able to comprehend their most important elements. Although he could clearly see what kinds of swords they were, he could not understand their essence.
He knew that this sword art was fast, extremely fast. You would become one with your sword. There would be swords everywhere, and you would be everwhere.
After comprehending for a while, Ye Futian shifted his gaze from the sword peak and looked to another one to his right. This was the mountain that Li Daozi was at, the second of the sword peaks. Their two mountains were not very different, and in fact, it could even be said that they were parallel.
At that moment, Li Daozi was immersed in his cultivation.
