The sights before his eyes did not cease, one ferocious demon bird after another emerged, their sword light sweeping across heaven and earth, a cold gleam flashing incessantly.
Scene after scene of slaying demon birds with a sword unfolded in Lu Qingshan's consciousness, evolving into boundless intents.
And these epiphanies were being magnified limitlessly, enabling him to capture them better.
Lu Qingshan, who was cultivating the Taoist Treasury, had an ability to comprehend intents that was well above the average person.
Not to mention, these intents were all manifested in the form of swordsmanship.
This was the area where his talent was most outstanding.
Like a fish in water.
Lu Qingshan was completely immersed in enlightenment, oblivious to the passage of time.
It wasn't until a long time later that his spirit suddenly shook, and his whole body's aura flashed with sharpness.
A few lines of faint, firefly-like characters flickered before his eyes.
