"Demonic Qi?"
At the mention, An Jing instantly became alert and carefully sensed the Qi in his Qi Sea, but he found no clues.
Nevertheless, he trusted the Sword Spirit, "My spirit isn't sharp enough, should I use the 'Tranquil Sword Manual'?"
"It's not enough to just use the Tranquil Sword Manual, but I can help you," said the Sword Spirit. "Close your eyes, visualize, and I will lend you my 'eyes' to see."
An Jing closed his eyes and activated the Tranquil Sword Manual.
A rusted broken sword appeared in his Divine Sea.
He felt a sudden cool piercing pain on his forehead, as if a small sword was suspended in front of it, opening a point.
Silvery-white sword marks appeared, and suddenly An Jing 'saw'.
With himself as the center, An Jing saw, everything around him—whether the glaze platform, wooden figures, bed, or the room itself—gradually turned into nothingness, leaving only a white and cyan Qi vein underneath him, slowly pulsing with life.
