After Xu Fan had sorted out the entire process of forging the Mysterious Yellow Treasure that he had in mind for nearly ten thousand years, his consciousness then returned to his main body.
In the small courtyard, Xu Fan, lying on the lounge chair, looked at the sky and couldn't help but recall that Sword Intent.
In Xu Fan's eyes, that Sword Intent was extremely pure, representing an orthodox Swordsmanship.
From this Sword Intent, Xu Fan seemed to see another path to cultivation.
Encountering the purest sword suggestion, it condensed in the palm of Xu Fan's hand.
Following his heart, this Sword Intent transformed into different spiritual swords.
Finally, it turned into a crystal sword in the sky and fell beside Xu Fan, turning into a spiritual sword condensed from the purest Sword Intent.
"The world is infinite, the Dao never ends."
Xu Fan finally muttered, feeling a sense of yearning and fatigue in his heart.
