In this strange place, time seemed to have halted, and Shen Luo had no idea how much time he had spent in his cultivation. All he knew was that he had successfully cultivated the first twelve layers of the Pure Yang Sword Art.
Upon mastering the twelfth layer of the Pure Yang Sword Art, all his twelve main meridians and eight extraordinary meridians expanded twice their size, and the mana contained in his meridians increased nearly threefold.
At this moment, within his meridians, a conspicuous white stream of Qi, with a rulership state, was patrolling everywhere.
Suddenly, Shen Luo's eyes sprung open, a sharp light flashing through them. The arm hanging in front of him abruptly raised, and pointing a finger, he suddenly pointed forward into the void.
The white mana circulating within his body followed his instruction, rushing through his meridians, and through the meridians of his arm straight to his fingertips, shooting out.