His cultivation speed slowed down again and again, and he could even clearly feel that in his eyes, a sharp intent was slowly condensing.
A slight mistake, and blindness would be considered a minor consequence.
After an unknown period, the two strands of Sword Qi finally stabilized.
"Now is the moment."
Without further hesitation, Song Yan opened his eyes and lightly swiped his sword-finger across his vision.
The Sword Qi, which was about to rampage, suddenly became as thick as honey, slowly spreading along his pupils and eye sockets.
The intense stinging pain immediately turned into a numb tingling.
It was as if ten thousand lights had suddenly lit up before his eyes.
He quickly closed his eyes, quietly waiting for all the unusual sensations to subside.
This process lasted for about the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn.
Song Yan opened his eyes.
Sharp sword light seemed to flow within his eyes.
"It's done!"
