Even with Ethan’s prodigious talent, he was far from invincible.
In the path of a cultivator, victories and defeats were part of the journey. There was no sha in comparing winners and losers, but the true test was the stability of one’s heart and spirit.
There was no need to prove oneself better than others in every facet. Human desires were insatiable, an endless march toward a horizon that forever receded.
After winning one battle, the thirst for the next victory surged.
After accruing a hundred spiritual stones, the greed grew to a thousand more, then ten thousand.
It echoed the ancient saying: one who treads against the wind while holding a torch risks burning their own hands.
Therefore, to master cultivation and oneself, one must reign in such desires, lest they spiral out of control and consu their soul.
Seraphina sighed, settling into a cross-legged ditation, her gaze fixed on the lingering sword intent shimring in the distance.
Ethan’s way was different from ordinary battles. He had harnessed the very power of heaven itself, reaching an enlightennt that resembled the forging of a supre inheritance uniquely his own.
His sword strokes were pure perception—no rigid techniques bounding him.
Any cultivator with even moderate talent could glean insights from rely witnessing his sword intent.
Seraphina was no exception.
In the past, she would have scoffed at relying on another’s sword intent for breakthroughs. Now, though, observing Ethan’s sword intent loosened the barriers in her own sword practice.
Even if the sustenance she fed herself was diocre, she could no longer deny how nourishing it felt.
Ethan watched the silver light of his sword dissipate slowly in satisfaction.
The Supre Profound Sky Sword Technique was now completed—a cultivation marvel akin to crafting one’s own swordsmanship manual.
Of course, no mortal was a pure originator. He stood on the shoulders of giants.
"This technique opens doors to enlightennt, significantly improving my comprehension," he admitted with a modest grin.
"Let’s na this final move ’Silver Blade Breaking the Sky.’"
The power granted by the Celestial Jade Physique Scripture was undeniable.
Ethan’s eyes flicked to the sword in his hand.
"If I wield a scythe, will it work just as well?" he mused softly.
His inspiration surged anew.
Ethan sheathed the sword, summoning the Moonflood Scythe in its place.
The sword intent receded into his body, but the silver blade’s brilliance still glowed faintly in the sky, a remnant that would take ti to fade.
The night stretched silent for a brief mont, the dissipating sword light remaining.
Then, suddenly, scythe intent surged powerfully from Ethan’s body.
"The scythe transforms the world!"
The energy exploded outward, expanding instantly to cover a radius fifteen miles—far wider than his sword’s reach.
Weapon mastery was natural for him, and his scythe cultivation excelled beyond his swordsmanship.
Making complexity simple, requiring only a single, decisive swing.
Ethan grasped the scythe firmly with both hands, his eyes glowing with fierce cold light.
"Full moon, glimpse, chill, autumn leaves falling..."
Flashes of scythe skills he had honed countless tis filled his mind.
The mories overlapped and rged.
He exhaled deeply, two fierce breaths surging from his chest.
This ti, he infused his both spiritual fire into the scythe, the flas blooming wildly around him.
A field of essence and blood fused with fire radiated from his entire being.
Ethan moved swiftly, dashing ten feet within a heartbeat.
The scythe carved through the air, unleashing a thrilling trail of flaming scythe light—more solid and intense than the silver sword light.
It split the night sky like a divine rift.
The light cyan blade overlapped with the fading silver sword light, forming a colossal cross hanging horizontally.
"It’s finished. This scythe outshines the sword!" Ethan declared with exuberance.
"Let’s call it the ’Divine Fla of the Void.’"
With a satisfied smirk, Ethan sheathed the scythe and descended from the night sky, retreating to his chamber.
A wave of his hand swept stones and bricks into place, nding the holes in his roof.
"Cultivators aren’t known for their craftsmanship," he muttered wryly.
He felt a new use in his power.
anwhile, within the ancient inheritance place, Ebon Azure’s figure slowly materialized.
His gaze settled on the fading shadows of swords and scythes still lingering in the night sky.
He stroked his beard thoughtfully, approving every move.
"That young man has indeed perfected the Supre Profound Sky Sword Technique. The power behind that sword can rightfully be called a supre inheritance technique," he stated.
"Interestingly, his proficiency with the scythe exceeds his swordsmanship."
"It’s almost unbelievable—to master both, molding them into forces that can transform the world itself."
"Today’s youth are truly fierce. I’m aging into obsolescence."
Ebon Azure’s voice held seriousness as he faded back into the ordinary chessboard.
.....
Back in his room, Ethan summoned forth his Dharma Body, the last crucial bulwark strengthening him further.
After the breakthrough to the middle stage of the 4th level, his Dharma Body fused with his essence, becoming more potent.
Now perfecting the Supre Profound Sky Sword Technique truly transford it into a supre inheritance swordsmanship.
Tonight’s leap was no small feat.
With the Dharma Body’s might, his own supre inheritance technique, and mastery over the transformative World of Sword Intent, he no longer feared cultivators under the fifth turn of the Mahayana realm.
He was bold enough to face them in combat.
.....
Months passed silently—two full months of reclusive refinent.
On a quiet day, Althea ca to visit.
Ethan welcod her warmly.
"Junior Brother Ethan, it’s been a long ti since I last saw you. How have you fared?" her voice carried softness laced with respect.
"Just as always, practicing diligently."
"Not long ago, you had an epiphany late into the night. Your surge in sword intent shook the sect. The level you’ve reached is unmatched," she praised sincerely.
Though glad for his progress, worry knit her brow. She feared falling too far behind.
Despite having grasped the Sword intent transforming the realm herself, her cultivation remained perched at the peak of the Tribulation Transcendence realm.
Yet compared to Ethan, she was still a distant star.
Ethan’s strength cannot be judged by his realm at all.
"With your talent, soday you will reach the realm where sword intent truly transforms the world." Ethan spoke.
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