The wind howled fiercely as it escaped through the cracks in space.
"Are you alright?"
Jiang Ding summoned the Taiqing Flying Sword into his hand and examined it carefully with Divine Sense Scanning.
After such a brutal acceleration, even a Nascent Treasure might have snapped.
Yet, there was no damage on the inside or outside of the Taiqing Flying Sword.
It only appeared a bit listless as though it had consumed a massive amount of its spirituality, showing signs of drowsiness, its sensitivity to the surrounding environment somewhat diminished.
"Rest for a while."
He casually tucked the Taiqing Flying Sword into the space between his eyebrows.
It appeared in the unknown space within his forehead, quietly suspended, the space around it undergoing some change, channeling an unknown force that nourished the sword and healed its damaged spirituality.
