The intense roar of the outside world seemed not to disturb Su Changqing.
He stood in the center of a vortex of boundless Sword Intent, with a golden line between his brows rapidly solidifying.
A noble aura of domineering majesty was beginning to rise with the appearance of that line.
At this moment, deep within the sea of consciousness of Su Changqing.
A colossal golden sword, standing sky-high and immense, towered at the center of the sea of consciousness.
The brilliant light illuminated this divine sea of consciousness wholly.
"What...what a huge sword."
Su Changqing stood before the sword, mouth agape, looking up at the seemingly endless sword tip.
"Where...is this place?"
He murmured softly, gazing at the world around him illuminated by the golden light.
"This is your world."
An aged, gentle laughter sounded out.
Su Changqing turned around to see an elder in ancient attire, a sword strapped to his back, walking toward him slowly.
