Within the cultivation chamber in Li Luo's residence.

Li Luo was seated cross-legged. Before him was the mottled dragon fang that radiated a weak but mystical light.

He was channeling his resonant power into the dragon fang, and the cry of a sword could be heard in his ears all the while. Li Luo had fallen into a trance, and when he concentrated upon this sound, he found himself immersed in a vast, starry world that was filled with boundless amounts of sword intent.

It was as though the primal chaos had just been split apart in the galaxy created by sword intent, leading to its genesis. The sight of it was vast and majestic, and as the galaxy revolved, even the stars that fell into the streams of sword intent were obliterated into nothingness.

Li Luo's presence was like a speck of dust within this grand world, and just a mere strand of sword intent brushing past him could wipe him out of existence.

Although Li Luo was taken aback by the sheer grandeur of this sight, his heart remained calm. He had already felt the oppressive...