[Are you looking for the Ran Yi Fish?]
The Ran Yi Fish?
What did this have to do with the Ran Yi Fish?
After spending ages researching the Ran Yi Fish without success, Lin Feng sat down cross-legged. He had, in fact, already thought of a few possibilities.
But a single piece of evidence proved nothing.
Even knowing this would do him no good.
Lin Feng picked up [Old Qu's Carving Knife] and sat there cross-legged, carefully carving the mask in his hands. He was in no hurry to refine it, because refining it was bound to take a very long time.
It might take months. In that case, he might as well prepare thoroughly before going into seclusion for several months. Before that, he still needed to finish the work at hand.
As he carved, faint echoes lingered in his mind—ancient incantations from the shattered Divine Husk.
He tried to utter those incantation sounds, again without success.
Those sounds utterly defied human anatomy.
Lin Feng would need more time before he could produce them.
Then there was No-Gap.
Incorporating No-Gap into his Swordsmanship would be a qualitative leap.
With a single stroke, his sword qi would blend silently into the wind.
It did not matter whether the blade was sharp. A sharp sword Intent was enough.
That single stroke.
Lin Feng swept a finger downward, and a thin crack opened in the nearby Shi steps.
He glanced at it, dissatisfied.
Because he had not cut through these Shi steps, the currents of energy within them were still connected.
His No-Gap had the form, but not the substance.
When he could cleave a river and sever its flow, he would have truly grasped the essence of "No-Gap Intent."
When he could reattach someone's severed arm with even the