Deep within the Sword Wind Cave, Xie Tian immersed himself in devoted cultivation.
The nine sets of Cultivation Techniques he practiced had become second nature to him. Despite having cultivated them for only a few months, they seemed to have become ingrained in his very bones, each move flowing naturally like an antelope hanging its horns, with not a single trace of affectation.
However, this place was the depths of the Sword Wind Cave, where half a skeleton of a powerful cultivator lay on the ground. In such a harsh environment, Xie Tian's movements were extremely slow, and as he cultivated, he had to resist the invasive Sword Winds with all his might.
Bare-skinned, Xie Tian's body faintly radiated a strange luminescence. The flesh and bones within him ached unbearably, yet he did not block the Sword Winds from entering his body. Although the pain was intense, it maximized the effects of his cultivation.