One Sword Shocks the Heavens, Suppressing the Petty

Shui Yuntian stood before the window, her pupils suddenly contracting.

She sensed an indescribable pressure spreading from that sword, pressing down on everyone's shoulders as if it were tangible.

It was not the pressure of Soul Power, nor the suppression of a Martial Soul, but an older, deeper force—as though heaven and earth themselves were resonating.

The surface of Phoenix Nest Lake began to tremble.

It was not wind, nor waves. The lake itself was afraid.

The water molecules trembled, recoiled, and tried to flee from the sword's edge.

The fish in the lake fled frantically, while mud and sand from the bottom surged upward, muddying the once-clear waters.

Then Xiao Yun moved.

He merely swung his sword lightly.

There were no flashy movements, no dazzling radiance, not even a sound.

Holding that sword, he simply swung it gently from bottom to top.

Yet the power of that strike silenced the entire world.

The waters of Phoenix Nest Lake split down the middle.

They were not blasted apart, nor were they thrown up. They were neatly severed by an invisible force.

The lake water parted to either side, revealing the mud and aquatic grass at the bottom, as well as the snails, clams, and broken stones hidden within the silt.

The fissure extended straight ahead, from beneath Xiao Yun's feet all the way to the opposite shore, spanning several miles.

The fissure grew deeper and wider. The mud at the lakebed was sliced apart, exposing the rock beneath.

The rock was cut apart, exposing deeper layers of earth; the earth was cut apart, exposing an underground river.

Water from the underground river surged upward, only to part beneath the invisible sword intent and reveal even deeper rock strata.

The fissure extended all the way to the shore across the lake,