Several moments later, Tian Yongheng slowly closed his eyes.
Inside his body, golden runes continued to revolve around his Essence Soul and the Primal Dao Sword, weaving together into an intricate network that seemed capable of encompassing heaven and earth.
The Natal Dharma Treasure binding was proceeding steadily, although its progress was slow, it remained unwavering.
With every passing instant, the sword became less like an external object and more like an extension of Tian Yongheng's own existence.
At the same time, Tian Yongheng's mind had already shifted elsewhere.
His previous simulations had revealed a weakness he had not expected.
His cultivation was sufficient, and his combat experience had also caught up after months of relentless battle.
What lagged behind were the techniques he relied upon.
Most of them had been perfected while he was still only at the Immortal Ascension Realm, not even a Half Immortal.
