The storms outside had nothing to do with Luo Cheng.
In the Practice Field, Luo Cheng held the Flame Trace Sword with both hands, seated cross-legged like an old monk in deep meditation, completely motionless.
His brows occasionally relaxed, occasionally furrowed. His upright figure gradually emanated an indescribable sharp aura.
As time went on, the Sword Intent within Luo Cheng's mind grew more solid, no longer illusory and unfathomable.
He began attempting to actively control the Sword Intent, clashing against the fragmented Sword Intent emitted by the Flame Trace Sword, trying to comprehend its mysteries.
With each clash, the essence of the Sword Intent gradually surged into Luo Cheng's mind, accelerating his cultivation progress once again.
On the third day.
Crack!
Suddenly,
The air around Luo Cheng trembled slightly, rippling like water. The Flame Trace Sword in his hands instantly shattered into thousands of fragments!
At the same time,
Buzz!
