The lake and moon disappeared when the two decapitated heads fell to the ground. Lin Yun took a deep breath before stepping forth and skillfully cutting open the corpses of the two demonic beasts, looking for their beast cores.

He had finally found the right feeling to unleash the one hundred and eight intents, and this should’ve been the minuscule stage that his master spoke of. That meant looking deeper and grasping every single detail and intent of the sword. But his hundred and eight intents had some differences when compared to his master’s.

“Can it be that this still isn’t the minuscule stage?” Lin Yun murmured as he fell into deep thoughts. He couldn’t forget it because he could see his master executing the Aquaheaven Sword Technique whenever he closed his eyes. So he was sure that the intents he executed were different from his master. Could it be that he skipped over the minuscule stage and reached the deification stage?

Lin Yun was slightly startled by his speculation and couldn’t help laughing. That was a terrific...