Lin Xin's back muscles gradually bulged, becoming taller and thicker.
In the center, a black round hole slowly emerged, emitting wisps of white smoke.
There were even bursts of eerie laughter coming through.
The hole was only the size of a fist, but it seemed to be directly connected to Lin Xin's body.
He reached back into the black hole, fumbling around.
Hiss...
The Sword of Joy was slowly pulled out by hand, seemingly pulled directly from Lin Xin's body.
"Hee hee hee hee...."
The air was faintly filled with a strange and enchanting laughter, eerie enough to make even Lin Xin's scalp tingle.
The world's origin was still being wildly absorbed by his soul.
The Sword of Joy was also rapidly transitioning from a semi-transparent ethereal state to a solid form.
The sword had a pink body, a ghastly white smiley mask pattern, and a weirdly curved blade at the end.
The hilt even lacked a handguard.
"Is this the Sword of Joy then...?"
