In the council hall, three utterly different auras of Divine Might shone alongside one another, distinct yet in harmony.
Holy Light, Windwalk, Phantasmal Tide.
Evergreen, Sword Master in the Snow, and Water God had become the brightest presences in the room.
The others, including Senior Brother En-En, wore their anxiety on their faces.
They had found their own paths, too, but an invisible barrier still kept them out. No matter what they tried, they could not break through.
"My sword... my power of flight..."
Veins bulged on Senior Brother En-En's forehead. Gripping his sword, he tried to unite the two powers he knew best.
He imagined himself becoming a streak of light, man and sword as one, piercing the sky.
But the energies inside him were like two stubborn oxen, neither willing to yield.
His sword energy remained sword energy: sharp and heavy.
His power of flight remained the power of flight: light and elusive.
They clashed through his meridians, sending his blood and energy into turmoil and leaving him in agony.
"No. It's still wrong!"
He drove his sword into the floor with a frustrated growl.
He wanted to become a Sword Immortal.
To fly on his sword and take an enemy's head from a thousand miles away.
But now, even making his sword fly felt impossibly difficult.
Qin Chuan watched him and shook his head.
"Your sword is too heavy."
Senior Brother En-En looked up sharply at Qin Chuan, confusion filling his eyes.
"Your heart is too heavy, too."
Qin Chuan's gaze fell on the sword embedded deep in the floor.
"You treat it as a weapon, a tool for killing. You've given it weight and a murderous edge. Of course it can't fly."
"Now look at him."
Qin Chuan gestured toward Sword Master in the Snow.
Sword