Chapter 477 - 437 Fury II
"Perfect Sword Intent Transformation," Ning Que said solemnly. "According to the terminology of your world, Sword Intent is essentially a unique existence imprint of a person, embodying his will, his soul, his everything, blending into a one-of-a-kind Attribute, a unique existence. This existence is highly condensed, representing the ultimate sublimation of an intelligent life form."
"And Perfect Sword Intent Transformation is the strongest category among them! It is the only flawless, most powerful, and most perfect of the top-level Sword Intents! In our Stellar Domain, countless Star Lords turn to study this when their Sword Intents encounter obstacles, using it as a reference to perfect their own Sword Intent. Although no one has been able to master Perfect Transformation, it has been of great help in developing their unique will."
"Then why don’t they directly follow the path of Perfect Sword Intent Transformation?" Lin Fei asked, puzzled.
"Didn’t I say earlier? Each person’s Sword Intent is condensed from their everything, including life experiences, spirit, will, and so on, which are not things that can be decided by one’s own will. No one can decide their birth, no one can predict what they will encounter in the future. Therefore, nobody can decide what their Sword Intent will be! All this is predetermined from the beginning," Ning Que explained.
"Perfect Sword Intent is just the most powerful, the most perfect among countless individuals. Nobody knows how it comes into being, so naturally, nobody can follow that path. Even the existence of this kind of Sword Intent is only mentioned in records passed down by some top fighters. Whether anyone has ever walked this path is unknown, and I have even doubted whether this theory is just a conjecture by our predecessors."
Lin Fei’s expression suddenly turned solemn.
"How do I make use of this Perfect Sword Intent?"
"It’s simple, I once came across these records, although they were versions that had been copied over many times."
A silver star pattern shone on Ning Que’s forehead.
A circle of star patterns instantly flew out, undulated slightly in the air, and whooshed in front of Lin Fei.
Lin Fei gazed at the gorgeous silver pattern, which resembled a complex flower, yet also seemed like a miniature version of the Milky Way vortex. Jingjing, it rotated before his eyes, unhurried, emitting a soft silver light.