Although he could still hold on for now, the Sword Intent storm grew stronger with every breath. Sooner or later, there would come a moment when he could no longer withstand it.
And when that moment came, it would be his death knell.
Ye Lin began to ease part of his resistance, taking the initiative to guide a relatively gentle, dense strand of Sword Intent into his body.
That Sword Intent was like an endless drizzle, seeping into every opening, giving him a new understanding of endurance and penetration.
He wrapped this foreign Sword Intent in holy power and slowly refined it, comprehending, merging, and absorbing its essence to fill in the missing pieces of his own understanding of the sword.
One strand, two strands, three strands.
At first, it was exceedingly difficult.
Fine cracks began to appear across Ye Lin's body, and golden blood seeped out.
Yet Ye Lin did not utter a sound and continued doing what he had to do.
Not only did he remain silent, even his expression never changed.
One day, two days, three days...
There was no sense of time within the Sword Graveyard forest.
Ye Lin sat cross-legged amid the trees, like a reef in a raging storm, allowing the Sword Intent tempest to batter him.
His Chaos Sword Body began to undergo transformation beneath this brutal tempering.
A trace of pure, flawless silver-white gradually stained the originally dim gray sword light.
It was the manifestation of the Sacred Land's origin Sword Intent essence being absorbed and fused.
After the cracks on his sword body healed, it became even tougher, with a faint metallic sheen flowing across it.
The sword patterns on his bones grew deeper and more intricate, gaining many runes that represented purity, sharpness, and resilience.
The Sword Heart seed in