To maintain consciousness, Bai Ye bit through the tip of his tongue several times. Finally, when the tip was riddled with wounds, the pain allowed him to remain lucid.
Just as he couldn't help but feel despair, a refreshing coolness suddenly appeared in his Sea of Consciousness. Something spread throughout it, continually repairing his damaged Sea of Consciousness and gradually easing his pain.
The agony in his Sea of Consciousness grew less intense until he felt nothing at all. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when a mysterious voice echoed, "From now on, you are the master of the Dragon Scale Sword, and you may practice the Supreme Mysterious Golden Thunder Sword Dao."
The voice didn't sound human; it carried an ancient vicissitude that unsettled his mind upon hearing it.
