Every time Lin Yun recited a word, the ancient runes on the wall would shine brightly. When he was done, the ancient runes radiated with great brilliance. Simultaneously, the statue guarding the wall was completely dumbstruck as it looked at Lin Yun with disbelief.

Ever since the Sword Saint Mountain fell to the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect, no one had recited the verse in one go. In the past, it was impressive if a disciple could find a word in an hour. Even the talented ones could only ...