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The second level was the Yin Fog Sword Intent of the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Jiang Ding's Divine Sense probed into it, and the world before him blurred into a white fog with steaming mist, where a bright moon hung high in the sky, casting down its clear glow.
"It's become more real."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself as he looked at the mist ahead gathering into a vague humanoid shape, seemingly an old woman holding a sword made of fog light.
"...Yin...Fog..."
Her mouth opened and closed, vibrating the water mist, sending out such sound.
In the void, a force akin to Divine Sense intricately and ostentatiously fluctuated, fully demonstrating the Yin Fog Sword Intent's attributes of coldness, corrosion, and illusion.
There was no immediate attack, just a silent wait.
"...A kind of etiquette."
"...One that is unique to sword cultivators who comprehend Sword Intent..."
