There were more than seventy feathers in the circles.
You could say that he’d covered most of the first level and that there was no cause for concern, but... in the world of cultivation, there were no ‘simple’ ways to achieve your goals and succeeding only partially was no success at all.
After each new feather, the ability to fly over the next one became more and more difficult. In fact, Hadjar hadn’t truly mastered most of the Technique. In reality, he was only standing close to the ‘beginning’, and the ‘finish line’ still lay somewhere very, very far away.
As he always did during a break, Hadjar looked at the sword that lay in front of him.
While inhaling the energy of the world, he tried to find the energy of the blade within it. Alas, like the dozens of times he’d tried it before,
