Ling Tianyu lifted the Flying Dance Sword horizontally, but it took a great effort. After the sword transformed, its weight increased significantly, making it hard for him to accept.
A perfectly fine sword had turned into something he found difficult to accept.
Ling Tianyu carefully sensed the changes in the sword to understand its transformation.
He felt not only cold but also a force he had never felt before, which permeated his body.
He didn't feel uncomfortable; instead, this force entering his body made his cultivation somewhat loosen, hinting at a breakthrough.
"The weight is actually increasing!" Ling Tianyu had just adapted to the weight when it increased again, causing his right hand to start faltering, the Flying Dance Sword tilting down.
Ling Tianyu frowned slightly, stomped his feet hard on the ground, raised his left hand, and gripped the sword hilt with both hands, managing to stabilize the Flying Dance Sword.
