Under the soft, warm sunlight scattered like shattered gold, Xiang Yang reclined on a long bench, a soft duck-down quilt beneath him. He looked languid as he held a blue-covered book fragrant with ink, turning its pages from time to time and reading with care.
At times, he seemed pleased; at others, his brow furrowed. Clearly, he was wholly absorbed in it.
This book had been written by Xiang Yang himself some time ago. It contained no internal cultivation methods or other martial arts, only records of the many blade techniques he understood.
Classified into different categories, they numbered more than three hundred and eighty in total. Some were crude, some exquisite, some superior, and some commonplace, yet all had something worth learning from.
If it were passed down, it would be enough to become the supreme scripture in the hearts of blade wielders across the world. Xiang Yang had named it the Heavenly Blade Treasure Seal.
The final section of the Heavenly Blade Treasure Seal was the Seven Limits of Heaven Devouring Earth Annihilation. It recorded, in reverse order, the seventh form, Sea Shattering, then Mountain Collapse, Tempest, Hailstorm, Raging Flame, and Earth Annihilation.
Yet the first form—the strongest move of this Divine Demon Blade Technique, the Heaven Devouring chapter—was left blank. There were faint traces upon the page, but only simple sketched lines, like careless doodles.
Ning Ke sat beside Xiang Yang with her long hair coiled into a married woman's bun. Her pretty face was flushed, and her smile bloomed like a flower, revealing a row of fine, snowy-white teeth. Like a newlywed young wife, she was so lovely that no words could do her justice.
As she gazed at Xiang Yang with infatuation, she extended fingers as slender and white as jade, peeled away the soft