He lay limp, his head resting in Xue Qingcheng's lap.
Xue Qingcheng gripped Lin Mo's shoulders with both hands and said anxiously, "You finally woke up!"
"You suddenly passed out just now. What happened?"
"I..."
Lin Mo froze, still not quite recovered from that wondrous experience.
He instinctively examined his sea of consciousness and discovered a vast surge of sword intent of unknown origin within it.
"Was this... left to me by that sword immortal?"
Lin Mo immediately focused his mind, attempting to summon and circulate the sword intent.
The sword intent transformed directly into golden light, flowing from his fingertips and winding around the blade of the Divine Wood Mystic Gourd Sword.
"So that's how it works!"
A possibility flashed through Lin Mo's mind, followed by a sudden revelation, and he could not help throwing back his head and laughing.
"Hahahaha! Marvelous, marvelous, marvelous!"
"As expected of the treasure that safeguards the Void Realm! Its wonders truly defy description!"
Lin Mo's sudden wild laughter left Xue Qingcheng utterly bewildered again.
"Lin Mo, you... what's wrong?"
"Why are you suddenly... laughing so happily?"
While Lin Mo had been unconscious, Taotie had attacked the Heavenly Pivot Sword Puppet without a moment's pause.
Despite the Sword Puppet's astonishing defenses, Taotie's relentless, ferocious collisions had left it tottering on the brink of collapse.
Lin Mo slowly rose to his feet, winding the sword intent around his blade. As he gazed at the foul-faced, fanged Taotie before him, a confident smile curved his lips.
"That sword immortal's strike truly shook heaven and earth, its grandeur swallowing mountains and rivers."
"Though I cannot reach your level, I will not disgrace you."
At that moment, Lin Mo repeatedly reconstructed in his mind the bearing and movements of the sword immortal who had slain the Eight-Tentacled Behemoth