The gaps in the dark-cloud-and-lightning armor covering my body writhed and knitted themselves back together, quickly restoring its original form. The wounds on my body also fully healed under the urging of Dao power. I held my long sword level, the corner of my mouth curling into a cold smile, and began reciting the sword incantation I knew best and which possessed the greatest power: "Beyond Mount Buzhou, all mortal feelings fade; cold frost and moonlight pile away for a thousand miles..."
The mountains towered high, and Mount Buzhou seemed to pierce through the heavens, casting the entire world into dimness. Only the crescent lower moon remained, cold and icy enough to make one's whole body uncomfortable. Yet in such an atmosphere, the snow on the ground had already piled up thickly, sealing a thousand miles in ice as far as the eye could see.??
Baili Jue's expression shifted slightly. As his body was still recovering, he had never expected that I would not be seriously wounded—and would even chant the Eight-Character Sword Song! A bitter smile appeared on his face. In this contest, he could already be considered defeated, but facing a fellow cultivator from the Ancient Immortal Realm, he still wanted to fight with all his might!
Thus, he dared not be the slightest bit careless. Baili Jue also began reciting the Eight-Character Sword Song!
"Clouds entangle, waters bind, longing stretches on; jade is raised to an empty song, ask not of sorrow..." His aged voice carried both sorrow and the grief of parting. Baili Jue's sword intent had already become completely unrestrained. Compared with Baili Zhi's rendition, it held an added desolation. That sword intent surged forth magnificently, like white clouds, flowing rivers, and his memories of the past passing through his jade-like verses, striking up the