Between us, whether in swordsmanship, sword intent, or sword realm, we had both reached the ultimate extremes. The influence we exerted on each other could affect one another's sword realms.
At this moment, the victor might well be decided not by the swords, but by the heart!
I drew a deep breath. The Sword of Creation swept across my palm. "Beyond Mount Buzhou, all mortal emotions fall away; the cold moon of Chen Frost piles up for a thousand miles..."
Killing intent bathed me in that instant, as though the moment a long-sealed vintage was uncorked, its wine fumes rushed straight into the face!
Xia Ruize knew that this time, I had cast aside every outward appearance and submerged all my hatred in a sea of blood.
"Silent, empty clouds and skies have no former lord; heed not the clamoring flock, for only the birds cry here! My way! Heaven has no former lord!" Xia Ruize narrowed his brows and swung his sword. That red-and-black sword seemed to ignite, its shell crumbling away like sheets of paper. In the end, what remained was no different from the sword in my hand.
The acquired Sword of Creation—or rather, a sword in which creation had reached its utmost extreme.
Innate creation returned heaven and earth to their source, then used that source to control the laws governing their operation.
Xia Ruize, however, went the opposite way. He drove creation to the terminus of its evolution, stripping it of any further capacity for creation and pushing it beyond the point of control.
That was precisely where Xia Ruize's cleverness lay. When the innate traced back to the extreme, it returned to the foundation!
When the acquired calculated forward to its end, it could no longer return to its true nature. Thus, it was