Inside Kunlun Mountain.
Atop the highest peak, on a stone platform.
A young girl sat there, her index finger lightly touching, releasing delicate beams of sword light sweeping outward—it was Lin Xing's Heavenly River Time Shadow Sword.
As the sword light flickered, strands of light formed a human figure in mid-air, brandishing a longsword, practicing various sword techniques.
At that moment, Bai Yiyi, who was wielding the Heavenly River Time Shadow Sword, looked proudly at the astonished maid beside her and said, "How is my swordsmanship?"
The maid, full of admiration, replied, "To transform sword light into form—it's truly a miraculous sword technique! Ancestor, you must have spent a long time mastering this technique."
"It was okay," Bai Yiyi said enigmatically. "All in all, it took me a bit more than seven years."
