Another two months passed quietly in the immersion of Sword Dao insights.
In the special space within Taiyue Divine Peak, Chen Xihua slowly opened his eyes, and the originally closed pupils suddenly flashed with two faint black Sword Lights, like cracks opening in the void.
The next second, countless mysterious information surged into his mind like a tide, intertwining texts, patterns, and Sword Technique trajectories into a web, rapidly flowing in his sea of consciousness.
"Xichuan Sword Mansion... Tier Five Top Grade Daoist Sword 'Taiyue Void-Slaying Sword'..."
"Void Sword Manual, West River True Form Sword Manual, Void-cutting Nine Techniques..."
Every word carried the majesty of ancient Sword Cultivators, each piece of information contained earth-shattering secrets.
Chen Xihua's breath involuntarily became rapid; he finally understood the true opportunity of Taiyue Divine Peak.
