With a gentle tap of his finger, the scroll painting slowly unfurled.
A tremendous surge of Evil Qi soared skyward, and the picture seemed engulfed in a golden haze, rendering it utterly obscure.
Han Li's eyes glimmered with crystalline blue light, and under his spirit sight, the scene was suddenly revealed in vivid detail.
The painting was astonishingly filled with countless golden flying swords of various sizes, each one lifelike and distinct in aura.
Strangely, although the painting was only a few feet in length, it conveyed an impression of accommodating an infinite number of flying swords.
Moreover, these flying swords differed in posture, some large and some small. The larger ones seemed like Sky-supporting Giant Swords, instilling a fearsome impression of being several tens of yards long, while the smaller ones were merely a few inches long, yet their intricate patterns appeared as though they were right before one's eyes.
