Sword Aura

After staring at the masked figure repeating the same process again and again, Yuan stood exactly where the masked figure had once stood, holding the same sword in his grasp—the Empyreal Oblivion.

Yuan took a deep breath as if preparing to do something, and then he began to replicate the masked figure's sword movements, almost as if he had become the masked figure, and the masked figure had become him.

One… Two… Three… Four…

Yuan struck the stone tablet with his sword four times, but no marks appeared on the tablet, as though his sword hadn't reached it and he had only struck the air.

However, Yuan did not give up, even after seeing this. He continued to strike the stone tablet, mirroring the exact movements of the masked figure, as if he were the masked figure himself.

One hundred… Five hundred… One thousand strikes.