The scene before him was like ink spreading in water.

"..."

His chaotic thoughts gradually cleared. Song Yan, within the Liangyi Realm, regained consciousness.

This was his third time descending into an illusion, and he seemed to have grown accustomed to the discomfort that followed exiting.

However, unlike the previous two times, there seemed to be no Spiritual Intent left behind by a Senior for him to absorb and refine this time.

Perhaps it was because the Lord Lin was, after all, merely a mortal iron sword, and was later replaced by Senior Nie Zhao.

It didn’t matter; he had already gained a lot this time.

Now he knew what the two treasures left behind by the Senior were.

With the help of the Sword-robed Taoist, Nie Zhao obtained three scales from the fierce Qilin—which were its heart-guarding scales—and three drops of Qilin essence blood.

He used one portion himself, leaving the remaining two here.

One of those portions should have already been taken by the Sect Master.

The heart-guarding scales could be used to refine Flying Swords, enhance the grade of a sword body, or refine other Spiritual Artifacts.

The Qilin essence blood could be used to strengthen the Physical Body.

The Useless Sword Casket could only hold two Flying Swords, so the Lord Lin would just have to make do with staying inside the Liangyi Realm.

In Song Yan’s subconscious, he thought that since the Lord Lin was only a mortal weapon, it probably wouldn’t have many opportunities to be used in the future.

He would keep it as a collection in the Liangyi Realm.

After all, it was a Flying Sword once used by a Sword Cultivator Senior.

Buzz... Just as Song Yan was about to leave the Liangyi Realm, he acutely noticed that the speed at which the black and white runes around him appeared and disappeared was significantly faster than usual.

And it was getting faster and faster.

"Hmm?"

Immediately, ink-colored rune patterns leaped out from among them, circling around him.

This scene was so familiar.

At a certain moment, these rune patterns flew straight towards him, surging into Song Yan’s glabella.

The dizzying sensation only lasted for a moment.

"This is..."

After a brief moment of sorting through his thoughts, Song Yan’s face showed a strange expression.

If he wasn’t mistaken, this was the Body Refining Cultivation Technique that the Sword-robed Taoist had imparted to Senior Nie Zhao!

It could refine Demon Beast essence blood to strengthen the Physical Body.

Song Yan was overjoyed.

Humans are like this: when they have prepared for "loss," but that part of misfortune does not occur.

The joy of what is called ’regaining what was lost’ is far greater than simply ’having’ it from the start.

However, after a period of joy, he fell into contemplation.

Up until now, Song Yan had never mentioned the liangyi pearl to anyone.

All its miraculous effects, functions, and usage patterns were entirely based on his own experience and speculation.

His previous two experiences were because the original sword master had died, and the Flying Sword contained the spiritual essence of their Dao Heart and Sword Intent.

So, he naturally assumed that all ancient swords were like this.

These Flying Swords had undergone thousands of years of change, and the will of their original owners had long been worn away by various events.

These spiritual essences could strengthen his Sword Qi and increase his Cultivation.

They were like a kind of... Medicinal Pill without pill toxins or any other side effects.

However, the appearance of the Lord Lin overturned his original speculation.

The situation seemed to be somewhat different from what he had imagined.

For a Sword Cultivator, it was understandable to inherit the legacy of a Senior and have their Sword Dao Cultivation slightly improve.

But why was the Liangyi Realm able to let him learn the Cultivation Technique that the Senior had once practiced?

This kind of thing should have reached the level of memory.

"..."

"In any case, it’s a good thing."

Without thinking for too long, Song Yan decided to start Cultivating this Body Refining Cultivation Technique after the Sword-Wiping Tournament ended.

Being in the small Blessed Realm, many people might be watching him through the illusion from outside, making it inconvenient.

He exited the Liangyi Realm and opened his eyes.

Xiao He, in human form, sat primly on a rock she had moved from who knows where, staring at him very nervously.

Seeing him finally open his eyes, Snake Babe breathed a sigh of relief: "You’re finally awake."

Xiao He didn’t know what Song Yan was doing, but she knew there must be a reason for it.

What made her anxious was that the Restriction had already passed them.

She transformed back into a small snake, her tail coiling around Xiao Song’s neck.

"Hurry, hurry, or we’ll lose."

Song Yan took out the jade tablet recording the spirit patterns from his waist and found that a large portion of the "Five" displayed on it had already dimmed.

This was a rule of the Sword-Wiping Tournament: if a Cultivator stayed outside the Restriction for too long, and their spirit patterns completely dimmed, they would be teleported out.

This was mainly to prevent Cultivators who avoided combat from using this to rank high.

"Fortunately, it’s only the second Restriction movement, and the speed at which the spirit patterns dissipate isn’t very fast yet."

He had actually stayed in the liangyi pearl for nearly two hours... The second Restriction movement was almost over. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Xiao He was Song Yan’s registered personal spirit beast this time; if Song Yan was teleported away, Xiao He would also be eliminated.

Snake Babe had a strong desire to win.

"There should still be time!"

Song Yan bowed three times towards the autobiography on the wall.

He quickly walked out of the cave, determined the direction.

Then, with Sword Qi surging throughout his body, Lingyun Intent fully unleashed, he leaped towards the central area of the Wipe Sword Peak domain... Flowing Cloud Cliff.

Three Cultivators were hiding in a concealed spot on the cliff, intently watching the misty white fog outside the Restriction.

From their Taoist robes, they appeared to be three Disciples from Tongchen Peak.

One was at Level 8 Qi Refining, and two were at the Qi Refining Stage Seventh Level.

"Brother Guo, at this hour, will anyone still come?"

One of the Cultivators asked, "It doesn’t feel like there are many people here."

The Cultivator called Brother Guo slowly shook his head.

"Although it’s random teleportation, there are too many fellow Disciples participating in the Sword-Wiping Tournament. Overall, the number of people in each area should be similar."

"But it’s also normal if there’s no one. There aren’t many resource points in the southwest, while the west and northwest have some marked areas with Spiritual Plants and Spirit Medicines."

"If we don’t catch anyone, they probably went further up."

The three were naturally lying in wait here, hoping to catch any lone Cultivators who had just entered the safe zone from outside the Restriction, to earn some spirit patterns.

Cultivators who had just stepped into the safe zone from outside the Restriction usually relaxed their guard, making them easier targets.

Furthermore, Flowing Cloud Cliff had a complex and advantageous terrain, making it easy to hide.

"...Brother Guo!"

The young Cultivator was about to say something when he suddenly saw a figure vaguely approaching rapidly from within the white fog outside the Restriction.

"Oh?"

The Cultivator surnamed Guo also noticed the anomaly and made a decisive command: "Zhe, your left. Long, your right. I’ll attack from the front. The opponent is only one person; let’s finish this quickly."

"Understood."

The three concentrated, waiting silently.

However, the speed at which the figure approached made them feel something was amiss.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the person’s appearance was already visible to the three.

Clad in the Taoist robe of Wipe Sword Peak, with a sword casket on his back.

It was Song Yan.