On the panel, the characters for "Azure Profound Sword Art" began to flicker violently, and countless insights regarding sword techniques poured into his mind like a rising tide.
At that moment, he seemed to see a sword practitioner in cyan robes dancing with a sword in the endless void. The practitioner's figure was illusory and ethereal, yet the sword art was piercingly sharp. Every single strike contained the fundamental laws of heaven and earth, and every single movement stirred up the Azure Profound Power. Wherever the sword light passed, the void was torn apart, revealing pitch-black fissures.
The profundity of that sword art far surpassed his previous understanding. The Azure Profound Sword Art he had practiced before was merely a superficial skimming of the surface; what he was seeing now was the true essence.
Lin Feng immersed himself in the comprehension of that sword art, forgetting time and space. His mind and spirit merged with the illusory sword practitioner, dancing with his sword and slashing with his blade.
One day, two days, three days...
Three days later, Lin Feng opened his eyes.
Two streams of cyan light flashed within his eyes like a pair of sharp swords stabbing straight into the void. The light vanished in a flash, but his aura had completely transformed.
The Azure Profound Sword Art had reached perfection!
He stood up and casually waved his hand, sending a cyan sword light slashing forward. Where the sword light passed, the green bamboos in the courtyard silently snapped into two halves, their cut surfaces as smooth as a mirror, as if those bamboos had naturally grown broken. Even more astonishing was that after the sword light slashed out, it did not dissipate; instead, it transformed into a cyan arc of light, circled the courtyard once, and slowly vanished.