Luo Cheng slept soundly and only woke up the next day when the sun was high in the sky.
"My spirit has finally recovered. This is the first time I've felt so exhausted."
Sitting up from the bed, Luo Cheng pinched the space between his eyebrows.
Tempering the sharpness of his sword intent with the Sword King's Will was indeed a shortcut.
But it was extremely exhausting and placed a tremendous burden on the mind and spirit.
Even with Luo Cheng's soul power intensity, he couldn't sustain it for long periods.
"It seems I'll have to purchase more elixirs to restore my essence, qi, and spirit; otherwise, I won't be able to support the cultivation of my sword intent."
Luo Cheng murmured to himself.
Right now, he was running low on Awakening God Pills.
After hastily washing up, Luo Cheng stepped out of the great hall. He paused for a moment to admire the tidal waves of the cloud sea and silently hoped: May the Martial Storage Hall have swordsmanship suitable for my cultivation!
