A Meeting
Linley had already spent more than five hundred years in establishing his divine plane of wind.
“Whooosh.” A savage wind blew about wantonly, causing the entire area to be in a state of chaos.
In this blurry, indistinct region, not even the skies or the land had yet to be fully formed. Deep within this blurry space, an indistinct figure could be seen, standing in the center, with rays of faint green light emanating towards every direction from his body, causing this blurry region to constantly expand and stabilize.
Linley, his eyes shut, just stood there, his long, light green hair billowing about loosely.
He had stood like this for five centuries now.
“Wind. Invisible. Formless. It can condense to be as sharp as a blade, but dissipate into nothingness.”
Within Linley’s mind, multiple sword shadows were constantly flashing about, executing the various insights he had gained.