Lin Chen's gaze fixed on the sword mark, but in his mind suddenly appeared a sword light so shocking it could rend the sky and move the divine spirits to tears.
That sword light seemed as if it could split the Sky Dome!
From that sword light, Lin Chen felt a vast Sword Intent as boundless as the starry sky.
On the stone tablet, each and every sword mark was a jaw-dropping Sword Technique. Altogether, they seemed like a living Immortal performing peerless Sword Techniques, brandishing the sword with enough power to cleave the firmament.
Lin Chen sat cross-legged in front of the stone tablet and closed his eyes.
His vision turned black, yet his senses became even clearer.
His body's Sword Intent rose up, like tangible tendrils, slowly touching the sword marks on the stone tablet.
Once seated, he remained there for a long while.
Inside the Ten Thousand Swords Pool, the scene of the swords silently swimming about had returned, as if Lin Chen had become part of the pool itself.
