As he turned around, he figured something out!
That was—
If the other party had been an assassin, he would already be dead.
He turned back!
"Phew!"
Li Tianming let out a long breath.
He saw no one.
However, he saw the "Darkstar"!
A black, endless star filled his entire field of vision.
The river of time set this black star spinning, making it ever-changing before Li Tianming's eyes.
Because it was pure black, it was not as dazzling as Lin Xiaozhi's celestial soul.
"The celestial soul of the Taixu Sword Demon."
He had finally waited for it!
Li Tianming spread his arms.
Buzz!
The black star swallowed him in an instant, then vanished into the darkness.
The entire Kingrealm returned to calm, to deathly silence, like a world that did not exist.
"Senior..."
Li Tianming felt as though he were traveling within a stellar source star.
Countless scenes flashed past before his eyes.
In every scene stood a black-haired man holding a black wooden sword.
He was cynical and unrestrained, free and elegant, living by wine and sword, roaming wherever he pleased!
His sword was like a river of time—sometimes swift, sometimes slow, sometimes cut off, sometimes spraying into droplets!
All things beneath heaven changed unpredictably in his hands!
Scene after scene poured into him like enlightenment straight into the crown of his head.
"Too profound."
"The Taixu Sword Record actually has so much more to it?"
"These sword arts' wondrous use of the mysteries of time is simply enough to shake heaven and make ghosts weep!"
Li Tianming was completely immersed in it.
He was merely skimming the surface; in such a short time, there was no way he could learn much.
Yet within his heart, an image belonging to the Taixu Sword Demon gradually took shape.
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