Three days later, Lin Bai woke from his room, his face pale. The first thing he did upon waking was look at the 110,000 sword scars covering the walls around him!
Lin Bai sat cross-legged and adjusted the injuries within his body.
Half a day later, Lin Bai slowly opened his eyes and looked at the 110,000 sword scars. A faint smile touched his lips as he said, "Just what kind of person left behind these sword scars and sword intent? How could they contain such fury... swearing to kill everyone beneath the heavens, to kill every god beneath the heavens..."
"Cast aside my seven emotions and sever my six desires..."
"No more ties, only a love for life and slaughter..."
"Beneath my sword, no man, no Buddha, and no demon shall remain!"
"Beneath my sword, I will kill demons, slaughter gods, and then kill immortals!"
"Destroying all living beings, cleaving heaven and earth with the sword—this passage is simply the... funeral song of the Myriad Realms and all life upon the earth!"
Deep dread showed in Lin Bai's eyes. "This definitely isn't some kind of cultivation art or technique. Rather, it resembles... a state of mind!"
Just as Lin Bai was pondering the 110,000 sword scars on the stone wall, Xiang Yun's voice came from outside the door. "Junior Brother Dongfang, are you still cultivating?"
Lin Bai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Senior Brother Xiang Yun, come in."
Xiang Yun pushed open the door and looked at Lin Bai with a faint smile.
When Lin Bai saw Xiang Yun's pale face, dispirited expression, and haggard features, he asked curiously, "Senior Brother Xiang Yun? What's wrong? You look like you're in terrible shape."
Xiang Yun said, "I've received the notice. Tomorrow, I'll be forced