Chapter 42: Parting the Clouds to See the Sun
That sword intent sank deeply into Lu Fengmian’s consciousness, like a seed falling into soil, quietly waiting for the moment it would break through the earth.
Faced with such a blade, no one could remain unmoved.
Lu Fengmian closed his eyes, yet his hand lifted of its own accord.
He wanted a sword.
The moment this thought arose, Enlightenment Cliff responded.
Dao aura surged in from all directions, seeping from the fissures of the cliff face, rising from the rock strata deep underground, peeling away from the veins of grass and trees, erupting from every inch of soil that had been permeated by sword intent for ten thousand years.
They swirled and intertwined, condensing within his loosened palm.
Light and intent interwove, gradually outlining the shape of a sword—without substance, without weight, merely an exceedingly faint phantom, like light congealed in the morning mist.
Lu Fengmian grasped it tightly.