Ying Bing’s stunning sword strike had everyone wide-eyed and jaw-dropped.
After all, the Holy Maiden of Misty Rain Tower was no slouch—she was a sixth-tier Hidden Dragon. With her devilish figure, she could hardly be described as weak.
In those brief, electric moments, if one didn’t concentrate, they might easily be tricked; even the scenery outside could slip by unnoticed.
This was also how Yin Mianmian managed to slay several elite Hidden Dragon warriors and walk away unscathed.
But just now, that devilish apparition was split in half by a single sword strike!
Sword heart connected!
The elders pondered among themselves; at their level, there was no way they could match Ying Bing’s speed.
In fact, they might not have even encountered someone like her in years.
That little girl had turned the Sword Marks into a way to perceive the divine and grasped its ultimate form, which was simply beyond imagination.
And Ying Bing?
The elders exchanged glances, each reflecting the solemnity and expectation in the other’s eyes.
It seemed they were about to witness a historic moment for Hengyun Sword City.
“Please.” Elder Zeng gestured.
Ying Bing nodded slightly, her serene gaze shifting toward Li Mo.
If it weren’t for their connection through the Consciousness Soul, she wouldn’t have seen that unique moon phase, nor would she have this level of sword heart communication.
Thus, if she could gain something from the Horizontal Cloud Sword Marks now, surely his figure would also be present within that.
Lowering her gaze for a moment, she suddenly parted her lips:
“Draw it for me.”
“Uh…”
Li Mo, who was currently battling with his own mental exhaustion, was taken aback by the unexpected request. After a moment of confusion, he pulled out a jade slip depicting the remarkable Sword Marks.
“Not that one.”
“Huh? Then which one…?”
He hesitantly produced a painting of a lady.
And then, he watched as Ying Bing pulled out a giant-headed doll from her robe and gently covered the corner of the painting.
After a surge of energy flowed through, the doll’s oversized noggin poked at the painting.
The doll was outlined with her energy on the lady’s image, very clearly.
“This is also part of me; you missed it.”
“Is this what they call a group photo?”
Li Mo chuckled, stifling laughter.
It looked more like a stamp.
The girl turned and walked toward the Sword Marks, and just then, the aftermath of the earlier battle subsided, with light rain cascading in the pale blue sky.
In her cerulean skirt, she appeared like a shadow in the rain curtain, creating a misty illusion, making it hard to tell whether she was stepping out of the painting or stepping into it.
“Waiting for you in the misty blue skies~”
“The moonlight has been fished up, flushing out the ending~”
Li Mo tucked away the painting and couldn’t help but hum a couple of lines.
Honestly speaking, he sang pretty well!
If a musical expert from the illustrious Fanghua Tower were here, they’d surely applaud his knack for the rhythm of the Dao.
“Brother Li, what are you singing… it sounds kinda nice…”
Little Jiang suddenly noticed another virtue of Brother Li.
Li Mo smiled, “I’ll teach you when I get the chance.”
“But I… I…”
“It’s okay, I can teach you step by step.”
“!”
Jiang Chulong’s little figure jolted. Thanks to her master’s animated PPT demonstrations, though her speech was still a bit jumbled, her imagination was quite vivid.
In an instant, she envisioned the scene.
However, she… she stuttered…
Could she really learn step by step?
If it’s Brother Li, then maybe… just maybe it could work?
…
At this moment.
A strange, inexplicable wave emanated from the Sword Marks and resonated in everyone’s ears.
Not only the elders in the Sword Building but also the assorted heroes below seemed to sense something in the air.
It was as if some unknown entity was lowly murmuring from the void.
What it said sounded profound.
A few people strained to hear more, hoping to glean some insight, but the more they concentrated, the more their minds felt like they were about to break.
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Many eyes, some yearning and others dazed, converged on the Sword Building’s rooftop.
The spectators felt as if they were pulled into the scene themselves.
But Ying Bing, situated at the center of this wave, saw a different sight.
Buzz—
In her Consciousness Soul, divine patterns glimmered gently.
After a clear chirp of birds, moonlight enveloped her.
As she extended her hand to touch the Sword Marks, Ying Bing suddenly realized she was standing in a void.
Opposite her was another her.
Strange yet familiar.
Wait a minute.
Was that her from her past life, during her perception of the divine?
Or perhaps it was the remnant of her heart concerning martial arts—regarding the Divine Sky Heart Sword.
‘She’ was cold and unfeeling, her eyes devoid of any emotion, holding the same Tian Shuang sword.
‘Her’ icy, mirror-like gaze fell upon Ying Bing, quiet yet echoing a thousand unspoken words.
“Have you forgotten your own convictions?”
“Have you forgotten your own martial way?”
“Are you… still yourself?”
Question after question flooded in.
She didn’t plan to answer; instead, she gently lifted her Tian Shuang.
Words fell flat.
Right and wrong would be answered with the sword.
The ‘Ying Bing’ across moved with unparalleled, tyrannical sword light, as if trying to consume the Ying Bing who had strayed from her heart.
This was the former Ying Bing, attacking the current Ying Bing with a sword!
It was the truly complete “Divine Sky Heart Sword Technique”!
With a decisive stance, it surged forward!
“That one strike…”
Ying Bing shut her eyes, seemingly recalling that moon she saw when their souls intertwined.
That was not just one moon.
It wasn’t simply about the Taiyin pathway.
There was also a sword within it.
In a flash, Ying Bing drew her sword.
That sense of divine intention, that connection, that new understanding of the Dao blossomed into the original “Divine Sky Heart Sword,” merging fully!
The moonlight radiated around her.
It seemed like a mystical moon floated behind her.
She grasped the sword light, like a celestial being descended from the Taiyin, her stance not yet complete, yet her essence already permeated.
Flawless and pure.
Fast yet slow.
Calm yet turbulent, cold yet warm, soft yet incredibly strong!
This was her answer!
Going with the flow, was that not the Divine Way?
Ding—
The two Tian Shuang swords clashed, a contest of meaning, and a spiritual clash.
It felt like ages passed, yet also as if it were just a moment.
Ying Bing opened her eyes; her gaze reflected the Sword Marks, her serene depths holding a touch of mysterious beauty.
The “Divine Sky Heart Sword” she now mastered was also a divine skill, yet it could no longer bear the name it once had.
At this moment.
The void trembled, and the Sword Marks continued to resonate as it was understood!
This situation was unprecedented!
The elders looked stunned, rushing forward in haste, fearing something unpredictable would occur.
Yet the anticipated change came to pass.
In their shocked eyes.
The eternally existing sword mark on the miraculous stone began to fade rapidly.
It was as if…
It was being erased by a higher being?
Like ink in a water painting quickly dispersing, returning to become a blank sheet.
