Fatherly Asura

Conversations of ants often arose.

Mortal sentiment, and how when lost, became mortal detachment.

Fu, Hushi and Shuidi knew not the answer, having ceded the right to such conversations some myriad [Seasons] ago. A first kill within the [Thousand Shore Mystic Realm] and the cascade that had fallen from it.

All that had stained their hands were uncountable, and yet, these [Primordial Lords of Tribulation] were quite certain they had never killed with such dispassion as this.

A thin line to tread and an unnecessary one at that. If we have, or will become the same breed as this heartless [Cherry River Sword], then it is for reason enough. Merely, the scale of this has winded us.

A way existed to escape this.

“This Gao Shuidi will do so, brothers. Few else might accomplish such a feat, thus this peerless mistress asks that you appreciate the extent of her talents.”

Could either Fu or Hushi dip their respect, they would. It seemed, for all the Cherry River Loyalist’s imposed control, one’s [Inner Qi], [Channels] and [Meridians] could not be touched.

And an inwards glance could do much.

[Primordial Law] sparked within as Shuidi’s [Mind] detached from her partners, beginning a great work. Fu’s blood writhed to know he could do nothing as she attempted this, but watch.

Then came the grand opening move in this perverse impossibility.