Higginson stood in midair, watching Lin Lei with a puzzled expression. Lin Lei had simply begun cultivating right there without regard for anyone else.
"Amazing, truly amazing," Higginson praised, then flew over to Desly and the others. The group looked toward Lin Lei with admiration in their eyes. They each sat down, and Haywood chuckled, "Big brother, this Lin Lei truly deserves his reputation as a genius. Even after sparring with Higginson, who practices the Laws of Light, he managed to gain some new insight."
Desly's group were all supreme experts of the Saint Realm.
Seeing Lin Lei like this, they knew he must have realized something important to begin cultivating on the spot.
"Uncle." Rein hurried over when he saw Lin Lei like this. "What happened to Lin Lei? Is he hurt?"
"Haha…" Desly's entire group burst out laughing. Miller smiled and said, "Rein, Lin Lei is fine. But how long this cultivation of his will take, that's hard to say. As for us wanting to suddenly gain an insight like that — that's extremely rare."
Rein finally felt relieved.
At that moment, Lin Lei's mind began automatically demonstrating a scene. A figure holding a longsword appeared in the void of his consciousness, and the figure thrust out once more with the same sword Higginson had just used. Higginson's sword was like something out of a dream —
The sword struck, light pierced through, and space twisted and folded…
Those overlapping, blurred afterimages of space, that terrifying piercing force — it seemed unstoppable.
"What is it? What exactly is it?" Lin Lei kept asking himself, his mind replaying that sword strike over and over again. The instant he had seen that sword, he had felt a sensation, as though he had grasped something.
But it was so vague!
He replayed it again and again, thinking carefully.
Suddenly —
It was as though a bolt of lightning flashed through Lin Lei's mind. His heart trembled. The hazy fog was finally peeled away, and he finally understood why he had felt that stirring of insight: "That's it — it's wind, it's wind! It's 'speed'!"
A surge of wild joy welled up inside Lin Lei.
Back when Lin Lei had seen Miller use that sword technique representing the Laws of Wind Elemental — the realm of 'slowness' — he had known the path that lay beneath the realm of 'slowness.' He understood that the power of his own 'Rhythm of Wind' could continue to grow.
Because 'Rhythm of Wind' was just like the Earth's profound truth.
The more vibration waves, the stronger the Earth's profound truth.
By the same principle, 'Rhythm of Wind' combined two realms — the realm of 'slowness' and the realm of 'speed' — to create an opposing oscillation that produced spatial blades as an attack. The deeper one's comprehension of 'slowness,' and the deeper one's comprehension of 'speed,' the stronger the spatial blades produced by combining them, and the greater the power of 'Rhythm of Wind.'
Lin Lei's comprehension of the realm of 'slowness' had been steadily progressing since his exchange with Miller.
But his comprehension of the realm of 'speed' had stalled.
What was the path of the Laws of Wind Elemental — the realm of 'speed'?
And today, upon seeing Higginson's 'Phantom Void Sword,' Lin Lei had clearly glimpsed the road ahead: "Among the various elemental laws, in terms of speed, only the Laws of Wind Elemental and the Laws of Light hold the advantage. Higginson's speed was so fast that space distorted in an instant. And yet the 'slowness' of the Laws of Wind Elemental can slow things to the point where space itself begins to stagnate. That's right — the 'speed' of the Laws of Wind Elemental should also be capable of instantaneously distorting and overlapping space."
Lin Lei already had a foundation in his comprehension of the Laws of Wind Elemental — the realm of 'speed.' He had been pondering it frequently in recent days.
And now, with a clear goal in mind, his mind began rapidly demonstrating the path of cultivation. It was like knowing both the starting point and the destination — all he had to do now was figure out the road between them and walk it, step by step, to reach that end.
Lin Lei demonstrated every possibility in his mind, and his comprehension of the Wind Elemental's 'speed' gradually deepened. Whenever he could no longer judge whether a demonstration was correct or not, Lin Lei would stand up and use his 'Purple Blood Soft Sword' to test it in reality.
Cultivation was just like this — tedious, rigorous, and requiring the occasional flash of insight.
Just like the sudden spark of inspiration just now, finally revealing the general road and the approximate route. What remained was comprehension, research, and trial after trial — it would only take time. Given enough time, he could absolutely reach the same level.
To derive the path of the Laws of Wind Elemental's realm of 'speed' from a single sword strike based on the Laws of Light — such powers of insight were far beyond what an ordinary person could match. Even Desly and his group could not fathom what exactly Lin Lei had realized.
"It's been half a half-month already, and old three is still…" Rein gazed anxiously at Lin Lei, who sat cross-legged in meditation in the distance.
Beside him, Monica laughed, "Brother Rein, last night I saw Lin Lei suddenly stand up, as if demonstrating some kind of sword technique. But his sword影 was so hazy — the moment that purple sword影 appeared, wind stirred all around. And it was too fast to see any of the changes."
"If old three keeps this up, who knows how much longer he'll need to cultivate," Rein said anxiously.
"Brother Rein, look!" Monica suddenly pointed toward Lin Lei in surprise. Rein looked over and saw that Lin Lei had already risen to his feet. He was smiling as he walked toward Rein. "Old four, what's the matter? Did flowers grow on my face?"
Just then, a black shadow darted over and leaped onto Lin Lei's shoulder.
"Bei Bei." Lin Lei affectionately rubbed Bei Bei's head.
Bei Bei puffed out his cheeks in dissatisfaction. "Boss, it's been half a whole month! You really can sleep, can't you?"
"Sleep?" Lin Lei let out an amused laugh.
He knew that while he was cultivating here, Bei Bei must have been extremely bored. But Lin Lei was in excellent spirits right now — his comprehension of the Wind Elemental's realm of 'speed' had advanced another step. He also knew that to reach the power of Higginson's sword strike in this realm would likely require roughly ten years of effort.