It was as if a sun was stuffed into his body. He burned! His blood boiled. If cold moonlight did not pour into the crazed veins to take away some heat and frenzy, Ye Qingxuan would probably be on fire now.
The ancient sword lit up in his hands. The rust flaked off, the chips were filled in, and it radiated. The vibrations were like a dragon's roar!
Under the mind-shattering roar, Ye Qingxuan's chest thrummed. The sub-originator that had replaced the Avalonian enchantment was activated, creating unimaginable changes. Countless melodies were born from the disordered theories and connected to the inside of the Sword. A vast cycle was created.
Ye Qingxuan could feel the aether density of his blood rising rapidly. Ten times higher, one hundred times, one thousand times… The immense power was unleashed from the Sword. It turned the blood into flashes of light until Ye Qingxuan could no longer perceive how much his strength had increased.