The saber intent weighed on him like an iceberg from ages past, crushingly heavy, making his bones creak.
Su Changqing slashed into the saber intent, his sword light a thread that tore open its sea.
He stepped forward, each footfall shattering a swath of saber intent.
After seven steps, he had cleaved the sea of saber intent clean in two.
The third saber strike descended. Its intent was no longer vast and mighty, but contracted into a single cold gleam that stabbed straight at Su Changqing's brow.
"This strike cuts not the body, but the heart," the Ten Thousand Blades Saber Lord's voice rang out.
Before the cold gleam reached him, Su Changqing's sword heart sank, as though that strike were severing his entire sword Dao.
Su Changqing stood beneath the cold gleam, his gaze calm.
"Cut the heart?"
"This heart of mine has cleaved the heavenly river and severed the ages."
"You cannot cut it."
He pointed his sword skyward and thrust to meet it.
The cold gleam struck his sword tip with a thunderous crash. Su Changqing staggered back a hundred zhang and dropped to one knee.
His sword shook violently, but did not break.
"The sword did not break." The Ten Thousand Blades Saber Lord gazed at Su Changqing and slowly nodded.
"Good. You possess both sword bone and blade soul now."
"Receive the saber!"
He swept his hand, and the pitch-black saber rose from the ground. With a flash of blade light, it plunged straight into Su Changqing's brow.
Humm-!!
Saber intent poured into his body, entwining with his sword intent, colliding with it, then melding together.
The sword intent was cool and clear, the saber intent domineering. They circled ever closer before crashing together and fusing into one.
An entirely new sharpness shot skyward, piercing