Ye Xingyun held the Dao Sword horizontally across his chest, then forced out a drop of his natal essence blood. With two fingers, he condensed a strange, glowing rune upon the blade.
The next instant, the longsword—which had previously emitted only a faint trace of Dao rhythm—lit up brilliantly from end to end. Its dazzling radiance seemed capable of piercing the firmament, and as the blade trembled, it unleashed a coercive pressure more than ten times greater than before.
"What is this?"
Chapter 448