He advanced step by step. The surrounding Yin Qi seemed to diminish, yet the fragmented Primordial Spirits grew denser, all of them converging on the Sword Spirit up ahead.
The light grew ever brighter. In just a moment, Wen Qingye peered through a hazy veil and saw the scene before him with perfect clarity.
He saw two Sword Stones ahead, each holding a sword. The light was radiating from one of them. The Sword Body was crafted entirely from wood—a very simple, ordinary-looking wooden sword. But Wen Qingye knew a Sword Spirit was hidden inside.
The sword next to it was also made of wood, but its left edge was lined with dense, sharp serrations, while its right edge was a blade that glinted coldly. It had an extremely bizarre appearance that sent a chill down one's spine.
The air around the two Sword Stones seemed to clear up. All the chilling energy was gone, and within a radius of several yards, every fragmented Primordial Spirit had vanished without a trace.
