After the surrounding river of Sword Qi had completely merged into the Primordial One Qi Divine Talisman.
A thousand spirit-treasure Flying Swords stood embedded in the ground like rain, forming a ring of swords around Ling Qing.
The Primordial One Qi Divine Talisman had completely changed its form as well.
At this moment, a sheathed treasure sword floated silently before Ling Qing, emanating a sword intent that encompassed all things and annihilated all creation.
With a beckoning gesture from Ling Qing, the Immortal-Ending Sword fell into his hand. He then prepared to enter its spirit-treasure space with his divine sense.
Yet he discovered that there was no spirit-treasure space within the sword. The entire blade seemed to be a single whole.
At the same time, it felt as though he had entered an illusory world of endless transformations.
Every inch of the Immortal-Ending Sword's blade, every variation of its sword intent, seemed like a realm of utter despair—once entered, there was no escape.
Had Ling Qing not forged this sword with his own hands, the instant his divine sense touched it, its sword intent would have annihilated it.
It was vastly different from ordinary spirit treasures. One could not merge one's divine sense into its spiritual light to condense the root of heaven and earth.
Yet its entire body was like spiritual light itself.
Or rather, it used itself as its spiritual light, and the entire cosmos as its spirit-treasure space, to nurture itself.
When its transformations reached their utmost limit, the Immortal-Ending Sword itself would become part of the laws of the Great Dao.
Sensing this, Ling Qing thought no further and merely tempered the sword with his divine sense.
He merged his divine sense into every inch of the Immortal-Ending Sword's blade, completely refining it.
From then on,