Xingyi Swordsmanship is the foundation, while the path of self is the path of development.
In such a terrifying realm of perception, Zhou Yan continuously derived the Supreme Water swordsmanship, those already perfectly condensed Nine Forms, which are now merging and transforming one by one, like an ancient Sword Soul being slowly condensed and taking the form of a special 'seed' with a halo around it.
This seed fluttered as if it were an elf, dancing in front of Zhou Yan, and his emotions also changed incessantly with the seed.
Time passed as if ten thousand years had gone by, extremely prolonged, yet Zhou Yan felt no abnormalities.
After a long time, he sighed lightly, capturing the seed, which had condensed into a point of light, directly into his hands, and then this seed entered directly into the hands of Zhou Yan's soul.
"Life and death, Soul Destruction."
"The ultimate good is evil."
"Supreme Water Sword Intent, first form, Soul Extinguishing Sword Intent, go!"
