His mental power was ink, and his sword qi was a brush. He painted in the vast white world.
An Le's mind followed the sword qi and began to draw.
His mental power was like ink as the painting appeared.
It was a painting of the future.
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A black cloud suddenly attacked between heaven and earth.
Li You'an, who was standing beside the pine tree on Pine Helping Mountain, suddenly raised his head. His powerful mental power bloomed between his eyebrows, and endless starlight surged. The Thousand Degrees Sword appeared around him at high speed.
"Future Sword Qi, peeking into the future, messing up the heavenly secrets…"
"The weather changes because of it! The mountains and rivers are in chaos because of it!"
Li You'an took a deep breath, his Confucian shirt puffed up, and his eyes lit up.
His gaze suddenly turned and landed on the white-robed young man sitting cross-legged in front of the cliff.