In this Immortal Sect's world, amid the Friendship Calamity, a black and white point stood out with exceptional clarity.
As though startled, it vanished at incredible speed.
In an instant, it changed hundreds of millions of times, shifting from left to right, from top to bottom, taking on every conceivable shape. Sometimes it appeared within the bodies of certain friends; sometimes it became a bird, a speck of dust... The countless transformations dazzled the eye. It changed every moment, with no fixed location.
It was so mysterious and profound that it was difficult to capture. Luck was utterly useless on a battlefield like this.
But why was that black and white point so clear?
No matter where it was, no matter what form it took, why was it so conspicuous?
It transformed faster and faster, and obvious panic and alarm began to show. It tried to change, but it was useless. That black and white point, like a festering sore clinging to the bone, could not be shaken off.
A certain force had been locking onto it with absolute precision all along.
The black and white point accelerated once more, somehow increasing its speed beyond the limit. Its evident panic could no longer be concealed.
Clang!
Great Sun Sword Son slowly drew his sword, its ringing cry melodious and pleasant.
"Fellow Daoist,"
"I have heard that there are no perfect sword arts or perfect formations in this world. For under equal mana and divine sense, trying to cover every angle means mediocrity, means ordinariness, and makes one as fragile as an egg."
Great Sun Sword Son spoke slowly.
"But if one plays to one's strengths and avoids one's weaknesses, concentrating the same mana at a single point, one can break a surface with a point."
"A blade or sword is