Ji Hao sat in the sword formation with his legs crossed and silently sensed its power through the formation spirit.
The power of the sword formation flooded into his body in endless streams. While accepting the power, Ji Hao felt a deeper and deeper understanding of this sword formation bloom in his embryo of Dao like countless lotuses. Along with a series of clanks, the secrets about the multiple types of fierce powers contained in the formation were clearly carved on his embryo of Dao.
After drinking the spring from the living calabash, Ji Hao's power and cultivation had still been rising rapidly. At the moment, his soul and spirit had thoroughly merged into the sword formation, because of which, an extremely sharp sword intent was added to his soaring power. Under the effect of the sword intent, his power turned purer and purer, sharper and sharper, with a higher and higher concentration.