Back at Greenleaf Peak.
Song Yan briefly regulated his breathing, quieted his mind, and sank his Divine Sense into the Two-Pole Realm.
At a glance, the little sword formed from the embryonic Dao heart had already returned to its place above the Sword Dao Seed.
The flying sword "Heart Demon" had undergone a tremendous change.
Its hilt remained black as ink, but white patterns had manifested across it.
Scattered waves of dark flame still flickered into existence and died away around the hilt.
There was no distinct guard between the hilt and the blade, only a gleam of white spiritual light that stood out strikingly amid the inky black.
The blackness of the blade had dissolved, leaving it hard, white, and flawless.
Whether it was because of the interplay of black and white within the Two-Pole Realm, he could not say, but a faint white radiance now rose from the blade.
"What a fine sword!"
Though Song Yan knew little about flying swords and sword weapons, its appearance and texture alone were enough to draw his heartfelt admiration.
Perhaps he simply had not seen much of the world.
But this sword was right before his eyes, and it was already the finest sword Song Yan had ever seen.
He controlled his Divine Sense and took several steps forward, the body formed from his Divine Sense reaching out to touch the flying sword's hilt.
The instant his Divine Sense touched the flying sword.
A sudden change erupted.
The scattered waves of dark flame around the hilt and that gleam of white spiritual light within its pitch-black depths surged toward him together through his fingertips!
Agonizing pain exploded from the depths of his soul. His Divine Sense shuddered, and his consciousness began to blur.
"Urgh..."
He gave a muffled groan, and everything