Another month had passed, and the atmosphere within the cultivation chamber grew increasingly heavy.
Xu Ping stood quietly in place, surrounded by an almost imperceptible aura of Sword Qi.
This Sword Qi was no longer sharp and fierce, but carried a gentle and peaceful yet unfathomable presence.
Finally, in a tranquil moment, Xu Ping gently shook the wooden sword in his hand.
In an instant, a soft and radiant light blossomed from the sword's tip.
The light was not dazzlingly bright, but spread like moonlight, gentle and far-reaching.
The next instant.
"Hoo!"
Xu Ping exhaled a long breath, slowly waking from the miraculous state of enlightenment.
He opened his eyes slowly, a sharp gleam seemingly flashing through his gaze.
At this moment, he appeared bewildered, as if he had just endured a long and deep dream, momentarily unsure of his whereabouts.
Only after a long daze did he gradually regain his senses.
