The wait seemed endless. Every second dragged by unbearably slowly.
The Giant Sword stood upright in the earth. The three powerful experts had rushed toward it, yet not the slightest sound had come from there. No one knew what was happening.
Waiting for an unknown outcome was the most nerve-racking thing of all. Bai Yang simply sat cross-legged in midair, recalling the classics he had read and using the wisdom of the sages to calm himself.
Amid the surging, ink-black evil energy, Bai Yang's eyes were half-closed. He let his thoughts drift as passages from one classic text after another swept through his mind.
The Book of Changes, the Dao De Jing, the Analects, the Daoist Canon, the Diamond Sutra...
Whatever the text, if it could help calm him, Bai Yang read it over word by word in his mind. He had never studied these works in depth, but with his photographic memory, the slightest recollection brought back anything he had ever read or heard, even in passing.
The Eighth-grade Merit Golden Lotus bloomed above his head, radiating Merit Golden Light. Surrounded by surging evil energy, he looked like a divine Buddha suppressing hell.
At first, he had merely been recalling classic texts to soothe his anxiety as he waited. But gradually, Bai Yang found them fascinating and began trying to understand the principles within.
His thoughts were empty, yet he remained alert to his surroundings. Little by little, Bai Yang seemed to enter a state of sudden enlightenment...
The Ninth Prince, Li Tao, and Fang Hao stood on three different sides of the Giant Sword. Most of their attention was fixed on it. From time to time, they looked into the distance or glanced at one another, but none of them made any other moves.
Time passed bit by