Xiao Changkong's figure soared into the air. That terrifying "Sword Immortal" aura had already dispersed, and the Sword King Soul had vanished.
"Hmm?"
Yet Lin Xuan could still clearly sense the changes in Xiao Changkong.
"Spirit Limit!"
Xiao Changkong, already at the Second Extremity Realm, had taken another step forward and actually reached the Spirit Limit. His spiritual power had reached at least eighty thousand li.
"There was actually such a benefit!"
Lin Xuan could not help exclaiming inwardly, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Xiao Changkong had long since fully engraved ten Laws. If he reached the limit of the Spirit Limit, with ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine li of spiritual power, his combat rating would definitely stand at the Eternal Emperor Realm level.
Sure enough, no genius could be judged by ordinary standards. Xiao Changkong was gradually living up to the title of "Sword Emperor."
"Rest where you are. In half a day, we'll head for Night Abyss Hall."
Wang Xuanfeng's voice rang out, and everyone descended from the sky.
No one on Lin Xuan's side even bothered with Shenxin and the others, yet they obediently followed them down as well.
With their lives and deaths in others' hands, they had no room to choose.
"I've already had Elder Lian rush over. Once you fuse with the other Divine Eye, you should be able to undergo another transformation."
"Tsk, your strength is getting more and more monstrous, kid. Once your Divine Eye finishes transforming, I might not be able to beat you."
Wang Xuanfeng's voice transmission rang beside Lin Xuan's ear.
Lin Xuan was thrilled. He could vaguely sense the Divine Eye's transformation, and he could foresee that once it was complete, it would be incomparably powerful—perhaps no weaker than the power of profound meanings.
"Don't worry, Old Wang.