Seven days later.

When Lin Xun woke up from meditation, he noticed the drop of Taiyi real water vibrating in the center of his brows as it floated, turning into specks of light and integrating with his mind-sea. 

Buzz!

At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, and his fair and slender finger made a gentle tapping motion in the air. A wisp of shimmering water fluttered up into the air, rippling with dao energy. 

With one thought, the shimmering water changed again, turning into a round and plump water droplet and falling from the air.

Sometimes it turned into a drizzle, streaming down gracefully. 

Sometimes it turned into a waterfall, pouring down rapidly. 

Later, it turned into a river, lake, cloud and other forms of water, all filled with Dao energy and indescribable mystery. 

In the end, the drop of water stretched out and transformed into a sword with a dreamy shimmering water surface.

Lin Xun quietly studied it, his expression detached and without a ripple of emotion. 

After a long moment, the water sword changed again,...