Ethan tightened his grip on the black sword. Even though Vorian's cultivation pressure had dissipated, the atmosphere in the pit felt strangely dense, as if the very air had turned into glass on the verge of shattering.
Crul, how on earth does a battle of pure Dao Heart work? Ethan asked in his mind, keeping his eyes locked on the imperial enforcer.
[Search through Lord Amethyst's memories, Master,] Crul replied within his consciousness, his tone tinged with seriousness. [In ancient eras, that was the purest and most fundamental way to train the way of the sword. There is no mana, no physical techniques, and no brute strength. It is a direct collision of wills where spatial perception and mastery of the blade are everything.]
