Several days later.0

Qin Sang’s eyelids quivered slightly before he slowly opened his eyes, awakening from meditation. With a flicker of thought, sword light flashed between his brows and shot outward.0

The ebony sword had completed its metamorphosis. Its power far surpassed what it once had, now advanced into a high-grade astra.1

Qin Sang, wishing to quickly engrave the killing symbol and raise his cultivation, had used only part of the Soul-Nourishing Wood.0

Though the ebony sword looked almost unchanged on the surface, as its master, Qin Sang could distinctly sense the improvement.0

Sword shadows flickered and flowing lights danced as he guided the sword through a series of sword arts. The blade moved with perfect ease, without the slightest pause or resistance.0

Then he drew the ebony sword back and let it hover before him. Gazing at...0