Ye Lin's divine sense was like a small boat in a raging storm, instantly stabbed by pain as though it were about to split apart.
Realizing something was wrong, Ye Lin immediately steadied his mind. He neither fought back forcefully nor drifted with the current, but merely held fast to a sliver of clarity and carefully observed the Sword Qi.
Gradually, he began to discern certain threads amid the chaos.
There was the intent of incomparably fierce slashes, the thought of cunning and agile assassination, the will of dense and tenacious protection, and the tragic intent of perishing together with jade and stone.
They repelled and carved into one another, turning this patch of land into a Sword Qi battlefield that would never know peace.
Those few sprouts of sword grass were the faint life force struggling to catch its breath within the cracks of this battlefield.
After observing for a long while, Ye Lin rose to his feet.
Looking at the sword field before him, Ye Lin held two fingers together like a sword and slowly pointed at the ground one step ahead.
A thread of pure, condensed Sword Intent, carrying the unique Dao resonance of his own, slipped silently into a crack in the iron-like earth like a slender yet incomparably tough strand of silk.
This strand of Sword Intent did not seem domineering, yet it carried an upright, peaceful rationality that embraced all things, attempting to seep within and dismantle these so-called Sword Qi and Sword Intent from the inside.
Sss! Sss! Sss!!!
The instant Ye Lin's Sword Qi entered, it immediately drew the siege of several violent remnants of intent nearby. Like sharks smelling blood in the sea, they frantically surged toward Ye Lin's Sword Qi.
Ye Lin's Sword Qi struggled desperately on all sides. Before