Published: February 21, 2025
In the mythical world, amidst the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, an innate awakened one moved gracefully above the treetops, appearing almost weightless. If it weren’t for the gentle taps on the branches and leaves, one would think he was flying.
Up in the sky, an exotic bird beast spotted him. As it dove down to catch him, it became confused as it approached within a hundred meters. Then, it spread its wings and soared back into the sky, completely forgetting its intention to capture the white figure.
In the morning, on the edge of a cliff deep within the mountain range, An Fuqing sat cross-legged, surrounded by an invisible sword intent that emitted a sharp aura capable of tearing everything apart. After several days of epiphany, her cultivation was now only a hair's breadth away from reaching the mid-stage of four heavens.
However, she found herself at a bottleneck regarding her understanding of the spatial rift sword intent. Although the sword intent surrounding her was powerful, it lacked the final piece to fully condense.
At that moment, a figure clad in white like snow appeared not far away, standing weightlessly on a branch. Upon seeing the figure sitting on the edge of the cliff, especially the stunning side profile filled with heroism, the white-clad youth felt a fleeting nostalgia.
It was so similar; calculating the time, she should have arrived at the Exotic Beast Battlefield by now.
Suddenly, the white-clad youth spoke calmly, “The space is formless, and human power cannot touch it. What you should see is not the formless space but the sword in your heart.”
“With the will of my existence as the sword, reflecting the fleeting rift in your heart, transcending the real and the illusory, cutting off everything…”
The voice that resonated in An Fuqing’s ears shook her spirit. The reflected space collapsed in her eyes, her long hair danced wildly, and the air within a ten-meter radius around her solidified, resembling an invisible space.
Without a sound, black rifts began to spread out from An Fuqing like a web.
Boom!
Within a ten-meter radius around An Fuqing, the formless 'world' of will projection shattered, instantly creating strong gusts of wind that swept across the surroundings.
Bang!
Accompanied by a razor-sharp sword intent that surged upward, a translucent long sword phantom measuring three meters in length gradually formed above her head.
At the same time, her true power thundered, vibrating within her, and under the tearing and cutting sword intent, she instantly broke through to the mid-stage of four heavens.
And she didn’t stop there; her true power continuously circulated, consuming the dense energy of heaven and earth around her, growing stronger until it slowly came to a halt just before reaching the late stage of four heavens.
Mid-stage of four heavens cultivation, dissolution, and the two great sword intents of space.
Once her true power stabilized, An Fuqing turned to look into the distance.
When she saw the white-clad youth, an inexplicable warmth filled her heart. She couldn’t help but express her gratitude, saying, “Thank you for the guidance. May I ask which Martial High you are from?”
The girl’s voice was clear and pure, free from any impurities.
Zuo Jing, dressed in white like snow, smiled slightly and floated down from the branch, “It’s unimportant which Martial High I come from; just consider me a passerby.”
“A passerby.”
An Fuqing paused slightly, not expecting such a response.
Zuo Jing stood not far from the girl and spoke gently, “I saw you stuck on the final step of condensing your sword intent. It reminded me of my past, prompting me to speak up.”
“My past self? Do you also excel in the way of will, fellow student?” An Fuqing’s eyes revealed surprise.
Since her cultivation began, she had seen many other Martial High students, including quite a few talented prodigies, but she had hardly encountered anyone who completely condensed their intent.
One could imagine how rare it was to possess such a ‘talent.’