The Sword Venerable had comprehended too many sword paths—so many that others could not make out his face, seeing only the countless sword paths reflected from his body. He was like a great river of sword paths, running through the grand Dao of heaven and earth.
Only when Li Yun activated his Double Pupil and forced himself to look did he see an old man with a long sword on his back, white hair cascading over his shoulders, bright and spirited eyes, and a gentle face.
Was this the Sword Venerable?
He looked quite ordinary.
Puzzled, Li Yun activated his Double Pupil again and looked toward the Sword Venerable.
This time, he saw a middle-aged Sword Venerable. His black hair was like ink, his eyes as deep as a sea of stars. He stood there with his hands behind his back, no sword on his back, yet his entire person seemed to be a sword.
Now this looked like the Sword Venerable.
But when he activated his Double Pupil and looked again, all he saw was a young Sword Venerable.
This Sword Venerable was ridiculously young, seemingly only around twenty. One hand held the hilt of his sword, its blade casually resting on his shoulder. He looked somewhat wild and unrestrained, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. His entire being was all exposed edge, murderous aura soaring into the heavens.
"So that's it!"
Li Yun suddenly understood. Through the Sword Venerable's sword path, he had seen three different stages of the Sword Venerable's life: youth, middle age, and old age.
It was because the Sword Venerable's sword path was too powerful, unconsciously affecting his Double Pupil.
This was the first time Li Yun had encountered such a situation. His Double Pupil had always been invincible before this.