Instinct!

After he comprehended the essence of countless sword techniques, Yang Ye always engaged in self-reflection before he drew his sword.

If he did it in this way, it would have too many flaws!

It forced him to change his attacks!

At this moment, Yang Ye finally understood some things.

What did his Sword Dao lack?

It was too monotonous!

While he’d successfully simplified his Sword Dao, and made it even sharper and stronger, it was too monotonous. It was naturally because he hadn’t seen many sword techniques. But now that he’d gained these sword techniques from the old man in Daoist’s robes, Yang Ye had clearly leaped out of the well and saw the boundless starry sky that stretched to infinity!

Every single sword technique represented a person’s Sword Dao!

In the Primordial Pagoda, Yang Ye sat cross-legged on a huge rock, and he just sat there for six hours.

A long time passed before Yang Ye opened his eyes, and there was a slightly bitter smile on his lips.

Meanwhile, Hou Qing...