The Flower Burial Sword didn’t weaken even after traveling ten miles away from Lin Yun. Scenes began to appear within Lin Yun’s mind. They were the sceneries ‘seen’ by the Flower Burial Sword. Seventy miles later, the Flower Burial Sword stopped, and this brought joy to Lin Yun’s face because the range had expanded by sevenfold.

“How did Senior Brother manipulate his sword from ten thousand miles away?” Lin Yun still remembered that day when he was pursued by the Demon Domain after playing the flute to kill his target, his brother manipulated a sword that flew all the way over from the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect and helped him clean up his mess.

This meant Jian Jingtian’s sword intent far surpassed his imagination. Jian Jingtian’s cultivation might not have increased over the eighteen years he had imprisoned himself in...