Lin Heng began trying to comprehend the sword light stretching across his sea of consciousness, the sword light that represented the Sword Emperor Intent.
He gathered his mind and visualized it carefully.
At first, Lin Heng only felt the sharp sword light stabbing painfully into his mind, as though his entire body were being sliced apart inch by inch.
But this did not break Lin Heng.
Over the past period of time, he had often experienced this feeling.
This was also why his Burning Killing Intent frequently surged, why he always wanted to destroy something.
If he did not find something joyful to distract himself from the pain, even the toughest spirit would become warped beneath unceasing torment.
Precisely because he was accustomed to the feeling of sword light piercing his mind, Lin Heng soon ceased to care about it.
Nourished by the endless vitality of Blood and Qi within his body, his spiritual consciousness became tougher. Lin Heng's mind grew empty and clear, and he gradually began to grasp the true meaning contained within this sword light.
It was an utterly tyrannical feeling—those who obeyed would prosper, those who defied would perish; lofty above all, I alone reigned supreme.
Yet beyond that forceful side, there was also a calm composure that held everything in its grasp, a great compassion that embraced heaven, earth, and all living beings, a benevolence that sheltered the common people, and a yearning for a broader future.
These two contradictory yet unified feelings were brought together by an Obsession called survival.
The great Obsession to survive himself and lead his people to survive united all contradictions.
In the end, all of it merged into sword intent renowned for its sharpness.
Thus was formed the Sword Emperor Intent, in which I alone reigned supreme and commanded