Ancient Times
Within a secluded abyss, Jiang Lin still floated above it, icy sword qi wrapping around him and circling endlessly.
Jiang Lin had already been here for a full two months.
Throughout those two months, Jiang Lin had not fallen unconscious. Instead, he had constantly experienced the sword intent within the secluded abyss.
This secluded abyss had been created by Jiang Feng's final sword strike in the Ancient Times—the last sword strike for which Jiang Feng had burned away his life.
Likewise, even after tens of thousands of years, the sword intent within this abyss still remained. It had not dissipated.
When Jiang Lin entered this secluded abyss, endless sword qi surged toward him madly, as though it had seen its master, or as though moths had seen a flame.
Endless sword qi poured into every aperture in Jiang Lin's body, while the sword intent of the Godslayer Sword darted ceaselessly through his spiritual meridians.
Whether sword qi or sword intent, all of it hoped Jiang Lin could accept it at once. The problem was that Jiang Lin was not Jiang Feng. The sword qi and sword intent within Jiang Lin's body were fundamentally different from Jiang Feng's.
Because he could not completely accept the sword qi and sword intent,
Jiang Lin felt as though every part of his body were being sliced apart by tens of thousands of long swords.
Over the past two months, even Jiang Lin's consciousness had already teetered on the brink of collapse.
But there was nothing he could do. Jiang Lin had to endure it all.
It was agonizing. Truly agonizing.
Jiang Lin did not know how much time had passed.
Nor did he know what was happening outside.
In short, Jiang Lin felt that everything he was enduring seemed to have no