Sharp tools

Hao Xuan was projecting a portion of his soul outside the periphery of these lands to fight an enemy he had never encountered before.

In a bid to overwhelm him, it attacked from every conceivable direction all at once and without pause. All he could 'see' and discern was the relentless torrent of turbid umbral energies trying to snuff him out and overtake the lands that were bound to him.

It had no physical form but struck with the might of a thousand Ivory Chargers.

It had no teeth but still gnawed at his very being trying to rip its way through.

But it would not be that easy.

He was made for this- built to fight wars that most mortals could not hope to comprehend in a hundred lifetimes!

Hao Xuan's soul power surged with every passing moment as his Spiritual Threads focused the power into a dozen different Ethereal Swords.

[First Step-]