Fang Yang's door was shut tight.
In the darkness, he was not in bed resting.
On the contrary, he was still seated on his mat, deep in cultivation.
'Shattered Dream's Lingering Sword. A Tier Three Magic of the Dream Dao school, inspired by the realm of Sword Intent within the Sword Dao.'
'The stronger a Cultivator's Sword Intent, the greater the power they can unleash from this Dream Dao Magic...'
At this moment, Fang Yang was tightly gripping a pure white jade slip.
He was recalling the words Sub-Venerable Han Wu had spoken to him not long ago.
The manifestation of this dream Magic was similar to the Sword Dao and could be used to forcibly break through certain difficult junctures in a Dream World.
And so, he centered himself and mobilized the True Essence in his first aperture, attempting to cultivate the technique.
The next moment, his first aperture remained still, but the phantom of the Dream Emperor in his second aperture began to faintly glow with a divine light.
