Within the Sword Array, Xiao Yi moved swiftly.
With each additional mile he progressed, an extra sharp sword would attack.
When he had traversed several hundred miles, hundreds of sharp swords, like dragons made of Sword Qi, devoured him.
The aura on the swords varied from wildly fierce to chillingly sinister, and some were as swift as phantoms...
Each of these swords carried the aura of the Sword Dao left by the stele's master.
Gradually, Xiao Yi's pace slowed down.
Moving forward became increasingly difficult, but Xiao Yi felt more and more joyous.
For, his Qi Spring within had overflowed long ago; Primordial Power spilled into his Small World.
This indicated that with mere Primordial Power and Cultivation, he had reached the Peak of Saint King Realm.
And now, he had only traversed just a few hundred miles, acquiring hundreds of strands of Primordial Power.
If he truly reached the end, his Small World would surely be brimming with Primordial Power.
