Lin Xuan could clearly sense it.
The might emanating from the Qingping Sword in his palm had been completely restrained.
Moreover, he could not detect its existence with his divine sense.
If his gaze had not happened to notice it hidden inside the meditation cushion, he probably would have subconsciously overlooked it as well.
Without even thinking, Lin Xuan knew.
This was something his nominal master, Sect Master Tongtian, had deliberately left for him.
Lin Xuan gently held the Qingping Sword between his fingers. It had been shrunk to the size of a grain of rice.
He slowly nourished it with his mana.
Then.
The corners of Lin Xuan's brows lifted slightly.
His consciousness entered the interior of the Qingping Sword.
Lin Xuan clearly saw that within the Qingping Sword, strands of Saint's Origin Power were faintly interwoven into a formation.
It completely sealed off the sword's aura.
At the same time, it prevented divine sense from probing this Innate Spiritual Treasure.
Lin Xuan knew this was the work of his nominal master, Sect Master Tongtian.
Only a grandmaster of formations like him could use Saint's Origin Power to set up such a simple yet wondrous formation.
One had to understand.
Setting up a formation was easy, but trying to conceal it from a saint's divine sense was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
The formation patterns spread across the surface of the Qingping Sword immediately emitted a dazzling divine light after sensing Lin Xuan's aura.
Then they gradually began to disintegrate on their own.
Revealing the true form of the high-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Qingping Sword.
Lin Xuan gently stroked the spiritual treasure floating before him, which resembled a pool of emerald water.
Then he put it away directly.
His nominal master had already done everything within