In Ye Tianling's heart, a sword had already taken form.
And in his hand, a sword also appeared.
A Blood Sword, a shadow of crimson light, coalesced from the Power of Slaughter.
The Blood Sword looked utterly ordinary, yet the flowing, mystical, and profound transformations of its Runes were both deep and distinct!
Ye Tianling gripped the blood-red Blood Sword.
In that instant, his presence was as profound as an abyss and as unshakable as a mountain—he had achieved the Unity of Man and Sword.
In that moment, Ye Tianling felt as if he and the blood-red Blood Sword had become one.
He was the sword, and the sword was him.
"Eternal Silent Extinction, One Heart, Many Thoughts! When the One Heart Sword is drawn, heaven and earth rage!"
