Shi Xiaole couldn't remember how long he had been contemplating. In the end, he could no longer hear the sound of the waves, had lost track of time and even forgot about himself, driven by a primal instinct from within.
A huge wave rolled in from the distance. Shi Xiaole grasped his sword, drew it, and then returned it to its sheath, all in one breath. But he distinctly felt a flash of light faster than his movements, spreading throughout his body.
This was the connection between his mind and intent.
Crack.
A crack appeared before his eyes, slowly expanding, and finally, a barrier crumbled. Shi Xiaole saw an incredibly dazzling light: his true self.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
Endless Sword Qi burst forth from his body, piercing the nearby sea breeze. At this moment, Shi Xiaole seemed to have transformed into a freshly forged, peerless sword, radiating unmatched sharpness.
