The scene before his eyes receded like an ebbing tide.
Yet the original sequence and scenery did not appear.
This time, the Two Principles Qi emerging from the Fish-Dragon Bamboo Staff did not rise into the heavens.
Instead, it became a black carp and a white swimming dragon, leaping up and falling at the tip of the bamboo rod.
With a thought from Song Yan, rings of Qi rippled outward from the bamboo rod.
His surroundings gradually changed, becoming the scene from the Sword Dao illusion where Yue Maiden A Qing had first begun fighting the Wu army.
Though he had only just watched it, it was playing out again.
The difference was that this time, Song Yan himself had taken A-Qing's place.
At the sight of the Wu army, killing intent inexplicably surged within him, and his Avīci Prison Sword Intent naturally spread.
Song Yan immersed his mind completely in it. At that moment, his thoughts truly became one with those of Yue Maiden A Qing.
Song Yan did not know how long the slaughter lasted. In his daze, it seemed that only an instant had passed.
Sure enough, he had entered that state of ethereal comprehension again.
With this experience, Song Yan's understanding of Avīci Prison Sword Intent deepened further.
It seemed his earlier conjecture had been correct.
Song Yan raised his head. The sky within the Two-Pole Realm was bright and clear; not a trace of Two Principles Qi remained.
"What a bottomless pit..."
With a casual beckon, he drew the short Fish-Dragon rod into his hand and lowered his head to examine it closely.
Among the many ancient swords Song Yan had obtained, this treasure was a rather unusual one.
It did not even look like a flying sword.
And it had no name.
Song Yan