Every time he drifted off for a while and then woke up, he found that he seemed to have switched to another cave for enlightenment.
Moreover, the previous process took very little time, several times faster than when he was conscious.
The content of his enlightenment was also clearly remembered in his heart, with nothing missing.
Since there was no harm, Lin Xin didn't bother to intervene and let it happen as it would.
One sword technique after another, one sword path after another, he seemed to be surveying an immensely large book on the sword path.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a year had passed.
The time finally drew near.
The sword marks of the Sword Masters changed batch after batch, with old Sword Masters disappearing with their sword marks, and new Sword Masters emerging.
They were once overlords, recorded in history.
Yet now, they stood before Lin Xin, imparting all their lifelong learning to him.
Finally, time moved.
