Liam continued deeper into the grotto. The passage descended at a steeper angle now, spiraling downward through the mountain's heart.
The luminous stones became increasingly sparse, their pale blue light creating pools of visibility separated by stretches of near-complete darkness. The sword Qi that had been oppressive in the chamber above intensified further here, becoming so dense that each breath felt like inhaling liquid form of it, and it would had been quite uncomfortable without his Myriad Armament Constitution.
Instead of being uncomfortable, insights flooded his awareness with every step. His body was learning sword principles faster than his mind could articulate them.
Other cultivators had attempted this descent and Liam could see evidence of their failures.
