Chapter 17: Preliminaries Selection

The night vanished in the blink of an eye. At dawn, Daxton Mabbett rose early and breathed in rhythm with the sunrise. Before long, his mind felt clear and his body light. He stood and loosened his limbs, then settled his thoughts and immersed himself in the alchemical arts, the Martial Path, and a few unusual techniques. All of it had spilled out from the Nine-Colored Mystic Sword. It was a supreme trove, something that would shape his cultivation for years to come. In a flash, two hours passed. The...