Chapter 922

"Dragon Tyrant Technique!" Wyatt let out a low shout as he sat with his legs crossed next to the Bladestone Sword Pool, focusing on cultivating this Immortal Path technique. Streams of energy swirled around him, slowly rising toward the pool. His aura began to interact with the domineering sword energy in the Sword Pool, touching, blending, and then separating again. Wyatt could clearly sense the sharpness of the sword's energy and the overwhelming regal aura. It seemed that if he could perfectly merge them, he would achieve an epiphany and step into a new realm. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fuse them together. The sword energy and domineering energy in the pool were like two ancient beasts, fierce and untamable, while Wyatt felt as insignificant as a husky trying to merge with them. In front of their immense power, he felt incredibly small. "How can the light of a firefly ever merge with the brilliance of the sun? I've overestimated myself," Wyatt thought, hi