Two days later.
Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes.
Before him, fiery-red streams of light danced through the air, gorgeous to the extreme.
Lin Xuan suddenly reached out, and a wisp of flowing light fell into his palm.
The halo dispersed, revealing its true form.
It was an Immortal Sword of ancient, simple design.
The blade was like a pool of autumn water, sharp to the extreme, and very thin, as if semi-transparent; it could even reflect a person's silhouette clearly.
"The Nine Palaces Moment Sword truly lives up to its name!"
A trace of delight appeared on Lin Xuan's face. The other precious swords were still circling and flying around him—eighty-one in total, nine times nine.
This was the same as what had been recorded in the Ink Moon Heaven Witch Art.
So many Flying Swords could form one great sword lotus. When facing enemies, they could also be split apart as needed, every nine swords forming one small sword lotus.
Hidden within it was the return of nine nines to one; this was also the profound essence upheld by the Nine Palaces Moment Sword Formation.
Feeling the terrifying power contained within this sword, Lin Xuan was extremely satisfied. Although he had not tried it yet, this treasure's might was definitely no weaker than a Houtian Spirit Treasure.
And this was merely one of the Nine Swords. Once refined, it could already compare with a Houtian Spirit Treasure.
If the entire sword formation were completed, even against a Xiantian Spirit Treasure, it probably would not fall behind.
Thinking this, Lin Xuan shook out his robes and rose.
All the Immortal Swords flew into his sleeves like a long whale drinking water.
The expression on Lin Xuan's face was extremely satisfied. There was still one day left; he had finally