Sword Light illuminated [Other Shore] in an instant.
Before leaving its sheath, it had hidden in the deepest darkness without a sound. Once unsheathed, its ringing blade nearly left echoes throughout the entire Light Sea.
Yet all of that was merely surface appearance.
For that peerless sword edge had arrived at the fifth layer of [Other Shore] before its cry even rang out, drawing infinitely close to Chu Sheng's figure.
In an instant, Chu Sheng's pupils contracted sharply. The birth and extinction of stars in his eyes accelerated by billions upon billions of times before he finally caught that sword edge, trailing him like a shadow, like a venomous serpent. A glint of sharpness, clear light like a bolt of silk—it was already less than three feet from his brow, carrying bone-piercing killing intent!
"Clang—."
In that split second, Chu Sheng extended a finger. Needle tip met wheat awn, colliding squarely with the sword edge at such close range.
As sword and finger collided, time seemed to halt at that very moment.
The Sword Light, which should have been able to cleave through all things, seemed to have struck an impregnable wall before that fair finger, unable to cross it no matter what.
Immediately afterward, a spark of spiritual light spread from Chu Sheng's fingertip, transforming into streams of Talisman Script that rapidly extended toward the colliding sword edge like chains. Every script was as vast as a mountain, its radiance carrying endless profundity. Words became law, seeking to suppress the sword edge outright.
"Clang! Clang!"
In an instant, the sword edge shook violently, and its cry became several times more piercing. In the blink of an eye, it shattered the Talisman Script spreading over it, then swiftly drew back.
"What a pity."
Chu Sheng withdrew his finger and sighed.