In a secret room at the top of Mingyue Mountain, Fang Xingjian sat down cross-legged on the ground. He was not making a sound and had almost no breathing or heartbeat at all. It was as if he was dead.
Above his head, a lump of black shadows kept flashing about. They were like the devils and ghosts from legends, distorting and changing incessantly.
They were Fang Xingjian's deathly swords. After having seen the Full Moon Shrine's Moonlight King Physique and the Mystic Abyss Heavenly Emperor's Senluo Six Heavens Sword, he was attempting to rework the two methods of condensing martial will to create a path of his own.
With his current aptitude of having the world's best sword arts talent and the additional aptitude he had received from the ten tiers of the mystical prints, something like this was an easy feat for him. However, even after multiple attempts, he was still unsatisfied with the results.
