There was nothing left except a futon and an incense burner.

Lin Yun glanced at the incense burner and had no intention of lighting it. Instead, he sat on the futon.

This level has nothing to do with the incense burner, and there is no time limit.

What is tested is your understanding and your own swordsmanship. The answer actually lies in the wooden house itself.

It's empty, just a gap for the postgraduate entrance examination.

It depends on how much you can forget!

Lin Yun was very confident that his guess would never be wrong. He knew what he knew, but whether he could do it or not was another matter.

The brilliance of the sword fell on him through the cracks in the door, forming mottled light and shadow.

Under the interplay of light and shadow, Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged, looked a bit like an enlightened monk.

Lin Yun felt very comfortable when the radiance of these sword intentions shone on him, like a baby soaking in a warm holy spring.

As time passed, Lin Yun's eyebrows bloomed with light, and specks of light emanated from it.

Soon these light spots disappeared in the air. These were the accumulations he had made along the way. They were the swordsmanship he had understood since his innate state.

It was a treasure at the time and brought him supreme help, but now it seems that there are many things that are wrong.

There are also some things that have been accumulated too complicatedly, so they should be forgotten, leaving only the purest sense of swordsmanship.

The difficulty is indeed very great. These insights on the way of swordsmanship have already penetrated deeply into the bone marrow, flowed into the blood, and even been engraved on the soul.

Lin Yun guessed that it would not be completely forgotten, and it would be enough to reach a certain standard.

Forgetting it all, he couldn't do it for a while. That should be the realm of his master.

Wash away the lead and return to nature.

As time went by, more and more light points dissipated in Lin Yun's body, and the sword heart in his body became purer, as clean as crystal.

His sword heart became smaller and smaller, and finally transformed from an invisible existence into a substantial "sword pill".

The silver sword pill was about the size of a fingernail, right at his heart, and could even beat slightly like a heart.

rustle!

The mottled light and shadow in the wooden house continued to merge and squirm, finally turning into the figure of an old man in white.

Lin Yun sensed the presence of this person and immediately opened his eyes. His eyes became clearer.

He felt that his swordsmanship had not progressed, his body had become much lighter, and even the Sky Sword Intention was no longer so strong.

If the peak-perfect Sky Sword Intent before was like boiling magma that could explode at any time, now it has turned into a calm and clear lake.

"senior."

Lin Yun saw the old man and immediately spoke.

The white-haired old man picked up a stick of incense and lit it, looked at Lin Yundao and said: "You are so young, but you have mastered the true heart of the sword. It is incredible. If I were still here, I would definitely accept you as my disciple and teach you a peerless sword master.

...No, teach a Supreme Sword Emperor."

Lin Yun said calmly: "Senior, I want to take the path of the Sword God."
Chapter completed!