Lin Xing stared at the scroll that appeared in his mind, sensing a sky full of sword light, flickering like a multitude of stars.
The next moment, sword intent surged wildly from within his body.
Countless sword marks appeared on the ground, radiating outwards in all directions with Lin Xing at the center.
His spiritual perception expanded along with the sword marks, reflecting all things between heaven and earth within his mind.
But Lin Xing had no time to care about these things.
On the painting born in his sea of consciousness, the sword light flickered and struggled, like lively, agile fish, trying to break free from his control.
Lin Xing, fully concentrated, exhausted all his mental strength to suppress each strand of sword light within the painting and tried to arrange the sword light in specific positions.
However, it wasn't long before some sword light broke free from his mental sea uncontrollably, slashing deep, ten-meter-long sword marks into the ground around him.
