Fallen Immortal Realm, Heavenly Sword Sect.
Three days later.
Li Fan sat cross-legged in a secret room, with his eyes closed for quiet cultivation.
Around him, dozens of strands of Sword Energy were spiraling.
They were tangible as if they could melt gold and cut iron, even giving out a faint metallic sheen. Looking closely at the sword body, countless blurry Sword Shadows could be seen in a constant state of flux.
In front of Li Fan, a [Sword Embryo], from which he had completely absorbed and mastered its essence, was floating in mid-air.
"This [Breathing Sword Technique] seems to be somewhat intricate," Li Fan said, swallowing down the dozens of razor-sharp Sword Energy that was howling, returning it to his belly for nourishment.
In his Dantian, around a gaseous planet-like Gold Core could be seen the brilliance of tens of thousands of Sword Lights. It formed a halo of dazzling beauty causing intoxication at first sight.
