This was a stone cliff of blue mountains and green waters, where a Kuimu sword swung between heaven and earth.
Like the deity of this place!
It was exactly the Kuimu Sword Canon he had tirelessly sought, and Lin Shiming, filled with surprise and joy, glanced at it and was immediately immersed.
The surrounding scenery changed, the stone cliff disappeared, and what appeared instead was a plain with a small river reflecting white clouds and a blue sky, with layers of mountains in the distance, lush and verdant.
By the riverbank, a tall and straight Kuimu tree pierced into the sky.
And beneath the Kuimu, stood an old sword cultivator with white hair, poised and composed.
Lin Shiming became extremely vigilant in an instant.
He tried to reach for his Storage Bag, but found that it had lost its effects.
It was utterly impossible to summon any Magic Artifacts.
Even Flame Yang could no longer be communicated with.
