The final move of Lord Tasting Swords had indeed changed again. What had initially looked like a casual, understated strike had now become even more concise, yet within that tiny space lay the power of Mount Sumeru in a mustard seed and a vast world in a single reed. That sense of space truly invited underestimation, but such underestimation was fatal. The slightest lapse in caution would be crushed into the finest dust!
It was like cramming Mount Sumeru into a mustard seed, while a vast, boundless world was terrifyingly compressed inside it until it resembled nothing more than a tiny reed. This sword strike possessed precisely that kind of power!
"Open! Heaven! Create! The World!" I had actually been waiting for this move for a very long time, so I did not hesitate in the slightest. The instant his attack erupted, I released my own attack as well! In a flash, my Open Heaven, Create the World swept everything before me into the opening of heaven. If Lord Tasting Swords' attack was like a beam of light devouring and annihilating everything in the darkness, then my attack was like multitudes of rainbow threads twisting together into a chrysalis!
Opening Heaven meant destroying everything, while Creating the World meant reconstructing the Laws. Thus, when this strike blasted forth, one of the two was concise to the utmost limit, while the other was intricate to the extreme. Yet the time they required was actually no different; only their forms of expression differed!
Lord Tasting Swords' move was no simple matter. It looked concise to the tiniest detail, seemingly as small as a mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru, but only someone who truly understood this move would know how many times he had compressed it! The energy had been compressed layer after