Sword of Heaven and Earth

The Gale Wind of Myriad Ren Sword Peak seem to be repeatedly imbued with the Primordial Chaos Qi of the Beginning of Heaven and Earth. When they sweep across the dark brown rock veins, they carry the smoothness of Jiangnan Cloud Brocade brushing against a blue stone arch bridge. Even the sword-shaped moss growing in the crevices of the rocks is neatly combed by the wind. But if one focuses and observes closely, the sharpness hidden in that gentle wind is a hundred times greater than before—every grain of dust in the wind is wrapped with the sword Heaven and Earth Sword Intent Sword Ancestor. When it falls on the rocks, it carves imperceptible sword patterns. The sword patterns are as fine as hair, yet deeply embedded in the rock bone. Little by little, they accumulate and quietly reshape the outline of the peak, which has remained unchanged for hundreds of millions of years: the originally ferocious sword peak is slowly unfolding, transforming into the phantom of a giant sword slanted into the sea of clouds. The golden light of the rising sun condenses on the Sword Spine of the sword, and the edge of the blade gleams with Silver Light like Moonlight Essence. Even the hilt can be vaguely seen with a guard formed from clouds, and Ancient Sword Script guard's patterns.

Sword Ancestor stood with his hands behind his back on the steepest sword-shaped boulder at the summit. The naturally formed sword marks on the boulder's surface resonated subtly with the markings on his Daoist robe. The sword marks on his plain robe gleamed with a warm, amber-like luster in the morning light. The sword intent of ninety thousand years was no longer the flamboyant surge of countless sword shadows, but condensed into a nearly transparent Sword Strands. This Sword Strands wound and flowed along the veins of the rock, resonating with the breath of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. Even the Ancient Dragon sleeping deep underground were disturbed, emitting a low dragon roar. The Dragon Breath climbed up the Sword Strands to Sword Ancestor's fingertips, transforming into a pale golden dragon-shaped sword tassel. At the end of the tassel were two condensed morning dews, reflecting the illusory image of the entire sword peak.

Every pulsation of the rock beneath his feet resonated with his sword intent; the flickering rhythm of the earth fire flowing within the veins perfectly matched the frequency of his primordial spirit's pulse. With each eruption of the earth fire, a golden glint flashed between his brows. The surging of the distant sea of clouds precisely corresponded to the rhythm of his chest's rise and fall; for every three inches the clouds rose, his breath deepened by three. Even the rising sun in the eastern sky seemed drawn by his sword intent, cleaving a golden sword mark in the clouds, its edges still adorned with lingering stars, shimmering like jewels on a sword tassel. As the stars fell, they transformed into tiny sword shadows, merging into the air around him. This was the "Sword of Heaven and Earth" he had comprehended after breaking through the chaos—using the entire sword peak as its hilt, the earth fire deep within the peak as its guard, sword energy erupting with every flicker of the flames; using the vast sea of clouds as its tassel, the clouds... The ice crystals condensing in the mist are like pearls, and when they collide, they emit a sword's cry. When the wind blows through the pine forest, the sound of thousands of branches and leaves rustling together is the sword's chant, interspersed with the whispers of the remnant souls of ancient sword cultivators, recounting lost sword techniques. When rain falls on the bluestone, the circular ripples created by the water droplets are the sword's momentum, and runes of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth will appear where the ripples spread. When the runes combine, they form a miniature sword manual. Raising one's hand can draw upon the power of the Milky Way, and when one's fingertips glide through the void, the Big Dipper will shift its trajectory and transform into seven dazzling sword shadows. When the sword shadows are arranged in the order of the shifting stars, they form the "Big Dipper Demon-Slaying Formation." Lowering one's gaze can gather the spiritual energy of the earth, and sword-shaped stalagmites will rise from the rock veins beneath one's feet. At the top of the stalagmites grow sword leaves that can absorb and exhale spiritual energy. With each unfolding of the sword leaves, new sword intent is conceived within them, truly achieving "Heaven and Earth as the sheath, all things as the blade."

"Fellow Daoist Ren, please enlighten me again." The Sword Ancestor's voice spread with the wind, as peaceful as chatting with an old friend about anecdotes in the mountains. Yet, the fighting spirit hidden in the last syllable made the surrounding air tremble slightly. The Sword Feather Bird perched in the crevices of the sword peaks in the distance were startled by this fighting spirit and fluttered into flight. The rhythm of their wings beat became the cadence of the sword manual, leaving a small sword mark in the air with each flap. He flicked his fingertips, and ripples spread in the void beside him. Countless figures practicing swordsmanship were reflected in the ripples, and a long sword formed from flowing clouds slowly emerged—the sword was pure white, and the outlines of mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas were clearly reflected on its cloud-shrouded blade: the snow-capped Snow Peaks of the Himalayas were frozen into ice patterns at the hilt, and within the ice patterns were the remnants of an ancient sword god. His consciousness, though lingering, would occasionally open its eyes and utter an ancient sword incantation. The undercurrents of the Mariana Trench swirled at the tip of his sword, within which swirled the phantoms of millions of Sword Shark. As the Sword Shark swung their tails, fragments of Sword Qi would spew out. When he casually swung his sword, not a trace of sharpness was visible, yet the rolling sea of clouds in the distance seemed to be sliced open by an invisible blade, automatically parting to create a path a hundred feet wide. The clouds on both sides of the path condensed into neat sword tassels, each adorned with tiny rainbows. The seven colors of the rainbows corresponded to the seven sword attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder. As they swayed gently in the wind, they scattered seven-colored light spots, which, upon landing on the ground, transformed into sword-shaped buds about to bloom. Within these buds, one could vaguely see the sword embryo gently pulsating, with tiny Chaos Current swirling around it.

Ren Xiaoyao stood in the center of the newly formed world. The green meadow had spread for ten miles around his feet. The dewdrops among the grass blades contained both the gray light of Chaos Current and the golden gleam of flowing sword shadows. The two lights intertwined in the dewdrops, forming Tai Chi Pattern that slowly rotated as the dewdrops rolled. As they rotated, they scattered tiny particles of light, which sprouted into miniature Sword Grass and Chaos Moss upon landing. The Sword Grass had sword-shaped leaves, and the Chaos Moss had Tai Chi patterns. The ancient tree at his feet, which had just sprouted, had grown to the height of three people. Its trunk was covered with vibrant green leaves that represented vitality, and the veins of the leaves were composed of countless... Composed of tiny sword shadows, flowing with the veins of leaves, it was as if practicing swordsmanship within the leaves; entwined with withered gray-black vines symbolizing Annihilation, the barbs on the vines were actually miniature sword blades, yet they coexisted in a strange harmony. When new leaves fell, they were entwined by the withered vines, transforming into dewdrops containing Chaos Sword Qi, and where the dewdrops fell, new buds sprouted from the soil. When he looked up, Ren Xiaoyao's eyes were filled with a mixture of Primordial Chaos and sword intent, and deep within his pupils, it seemed as if countless sword embryos were being conceived, formed, shattered, and reborn in the Primordial Chaos. He said softly, "The Sword Ancestor has comprehended the heavens and earth, and his swordsmanship has reached a new realm. It is indeed I who should seek his guidance."

Before the words were finished, the Chaos Current around him suddenly contracted, condensing into a gray-black longsword like rivers flowing into the sea. The sword's blade was smooth as a mirror, without a single pattern, yet within it one could see countless Sword Cultivator practicing, comprehending the Dao, and perishing: there were children learning sword techniques under peach trees, the traces of the peach wood sword concealing the nascent patterns of Primordial Chaos, new sword principles born as the patterns flickered; there were youths comprehending the Jian Xin amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the splattered blood droplets transforming into sword-shaped Primordial Chaos flowers upon landing, their petals inscribed with the true meaning of the sword path of life and death; there were elders shattering their swords to prove their Dao under the Star Orbit, the shattered... After the sword fragments were reassembled, they became Star Map where Primordial Chaos and sword intent intertwined. As the Star Map rotated, it foreshadowed the future path of swordsmanship... These phantoms were not static, but rather flowed in a continuous cycle. The movements of each Sword Cultivator's phantom were constantly changing, absorbing the essence of sword techniques from the past and future. This was the "Myriad Tribulation Sword Shadows" born from Primordial Chaos, carrying the Dao Path of all Sword Cultivator throughout history. Even the first move, the "Wood-Chopping Sword," that the Sword Ancestor comprehended in his youth in the Sword Hut was clearly reflected in it, and even the cracked wood at that time was exactly the same as in his memory.

The instant the two swords clashed, there was no earth-shattering collision as expected, only a clear, resonant sound like Kunlun Jade shattering. That sound traveled along the Spirit Vein, spreading throughout the continent, causing Sword Cultivator a thousand miles away to stop their swords and gaze towards the summit of the Sword Domain —the wooden sword in the hands of the young swordsman practicing his technique automatically unsheathed, hovering in the air, the trajectory of the two swords clashing appearing on its blade; the molten iron in the forge of the swordsmith suddenly solidified into a sword shape, flowing cloud and Primordial Chaos patterns automatically forming on the unfinished Sword Billet; the old man in meditation awoke from his deep meditation, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the trajectory of the two swords clashing, the trajectory solidifying in the air into a half-gold, half-gray light mark. The Flowing Cloud Sword. Drawing upon the power of heaven and earth, the sword pressed down, causing all the spiritual herbs to bend over in its path. The curve of the blades perfectly mirrored the trajectory of the sword's force, and tiny Ice Crystals, each engraved with the character "Heaven," condensed at the tips of the Sword Strands Ice Crystals. The stream was diverted by the sword's force, weaving a vast Sword Net across the ground. The mesh of the net shimmered with the marks of the Big Dipper, each star rotating and emitting fine Sword Strands that intertwined to form the characters "Heavenly Net." Even the sunlight was bent by the sword's force, casting flowing Light Spots at the bottom of the net. Each Light Spots was a miniature sword shadow, engraved with the characters "Heaven and Earth." As the two characters flashed alternately, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi gathered.

The Myriad Tribulation Sword Shadows, based on Primordial Chaos, seemingly slowly parries upwards. The illusory Sword Cultivator on the swords simultaneously wield their swords—there's Gongsun Daniang's Sword Dance, as fluid as a Dunhuang flying apsara, her skirt swirling as she unleashes ribbons interwoven with Primordial Chaos and sword intent; wherever the ribbons pass, new sword shadows emerge in the void. There's Jing Ke's decisive sword, carrying the chilling stillness of "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold," the sword tip not condensing Killing Intent Artistic Conception, but rather the "inevitable death" intent refined from Primordial Chaos; where this Artistic Conception reaches, even the air stops flowing. There's the old Daoist's Tai Chi Sword, using softness to overcome hardness, flowing smoothly and effortlessly, new sword techniques and Chaos Current constantly emerging within the sword circle; for every inch the sword circle expands, a Flowing Cloud Sword appears. Caught in the middle... these vastly different sword auras merged into a force encompassing all things in the Primordial Chaos. The moment the Sword Net collided with the sword shadows, it did not tear apart as the Sword Ancestor had anticipated. Instead, it flowed like water into the ocean, absorbed one by one by the Myriad Tribulation Sword Shadows, and then transformed into the shape of the Flowing Cloud Sword to counterattack. This caused the Sword Ancestor's pupils to shrink slightly—the counterattack Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi it stirred was exactly the same as his own. It even perfectly replicated the half-form of a new move he had comprehended in his dream last night. The move also carried the clear light of the waning moon in his dream. This Chaos Power could actually perfectly simulate the sword path of heaven and earth, and even predict the future direction of the sword path?

The two figures moved with lightning speed, leaving behind afterimages. Upon landing, these afterimages transformed into sword-shaped streaks of light, from which sword Spiritual Qi vortexes continuously emerged. Within these vortexes, a shrunken version of the Sword Ancestor and Ren Xiaoyao could be seen exchanging blows. The Sword Ancestor's Flowing Cloud Sword sometimes transformed into a bolt of lightning, its power like thunderbolts crashing down from the heavens, carrying the majesty of the wrath of the world. Countless golden Sword Talisman were wrapped within the lightning, their inscriptions filled with ancient sword phrases such as "Exterminate Evil" and "Fiend Suppression." As these phrases were uttered, the phantoms of Demonic God Phantom screamed and vanished. Lightning-avoiding Sword Talisman automatically appeared in the trenches cleaved in the ground, their inscriptions... In a flash, the Thunder Clouds that were about to gather in the sky quietly dispersed. The raindrops falling from where the Thunder Clouds had dissipated all had sword-shaped tails, transforming into tiny sword saplings upon landing. Sometimes they condensed into fine rain, the sword shadows as dense as cow's hair, each one precisely piercing the weak points of Primordial Chaos. The raindrops that landed transformed into sword saplings rooted in the earth, and the sword saplings grew into sword trees ten feet tall, their branches laden with sharp sword fruits. When the sword fruits split open, palm-sized sword birds would fly out, their beaks and wings composed of pure sword intent. Wherever the sword birds flew, the Chaos Current were combed into sword shapes.

Ren Xiaoyao's Myriad Tribulation Sword Shadows always remains unchanged amidst constant change: when lightning strikes, it transforms into a deep sea, the seawater formed from Chaos Current. Seemingly soft, it allows the lightning to dissipate layer by layer within it. Floating on the surface are lotus flowers composed of Chaos Sword Qi. When the lotus flowers bloom, they release Sword Pellet nurtured after absorbing the lightning; these Sword Pellet bear both lightning patterns and Primordial Chaos patterns. Finally, the lightning transforms into energy nourishing spiritual herbs. After being absorbed by the leaves, lightning-patterned Sword Talisman appear on the leaves. When these Sword Talisman flash, they can draw upon the surrounding lightning for their own use. The lightning flows within the Primordial Chaos, becoming a force imbued with the essence of Chaos Power. The Thunder Sword of Chaos Power. As the drizzle descends, it freezes into solid ice, within which lie countless sword caves. In each cave sits a phantom figure, enlightened by the Dao. These phantoms scrutinize the rain-like sword shadows, occasionally raising their hands to mimic them, noting down each flaw. When a flaw is marked, a rain-like sword shadow automatically dissipates, trapping all the rain-like sword shadows within. As the ice melts, the sword shadows are assimilated by Primordial Chaos, transforming into new sword techniques for the phantoms within the caves. The phantoms then rise, practicing the new sword path infused with the Chaos Power. When the new sword techniques are unleashed, the corresponding sword manual appears on the ice surface.

Over a hundred rounds passed, and the Flowing Cloud Sword and the Myriad Tribulation Sword Shadows remained evenly matched. The sword intent and Chaos Aura of heaven and earth intertwined to form a net of light covering thousands of miles. Half of the net's lines were brilliant golden sword intent, and the other half were deep gray Primordial Chaos. The two colors flowed and merged continuously, giving rise to transitional colors such as cyan, purple, and orange. Each transitional color represented a new possibility of swordsmanship. Within the net, there was the uprightness of the order of mountains and rivers, as majestic and unshakable as the Five Great Mountains, with the faint phantom of the Mount Tai Stone Guardian standing within it, holding a giant sword inscribed with the character "Guardian"; there was also the dynamism of the Life and Death of All Things, like the endless cycle of the four seasons, with the sprouting of spring swords visible. The swords of summer emerge, autumn recede, and winter hibernate, each season's sword possessing distinct patterns and auras. Even the ever-present Gale Wind of the Myriad Ren Sword Peak swirl gently here, swirling up sword-shaped petals from the ground to form the character "Dao" in the air. Countless tiny sword shadows and Primordial Chaos points of light surround the pattern, emitting a harmonious sound when the light points collide with the sword shadows, as if witnessing the resonance of two great Daos. Even the Milky Way beyond the nine Star River is stirred by this resonance; several dormant Ancient Sword Stars suddenly light up, emitting a buzzing sound in sync with the light network. Where the starlight shines, sword-shaped crystals and Primordial Chaos chalcedony sprout from the ground.

The Sword Ancestor grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. He had assumed the Sword of Heaven and Earth was sufficient to control the Primordial Chaos, but he discovered that Ren Xiaoyao's understanding of the sword was subtly improving. The moment he conceived a sword technique in his mind, a corresponding phantom would appear on Ren Xiaoyao's sword, its movements even more refined than he had imagined, as if Ren Xiaoyao had foreseen the final form of his swordplay. The Chaos Current in Spiritual Qi Xiaoyao's Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, which he hadn't yet activated, had already anticipated, creating an all-encompassing vortex. Upon entering the vortex, the Spiritual Qi was transformed into a fusion of Primordial Chaos and sword intent. It was as if Ren Xiaoyao had witnessed every instance of his sword practice and enlightenment over the past ninety thousand years. Even the "Cocoon-Breaking Sword," born from a moment of inspiration when his fingertips, worn raw from gripping the sword too tightly in the Sword Mound as a youth, healed—all were transformed by the Chaos Power into a corresponding sword move. The move even carried the pain of those fingertips and the joy of sudden enlightenment, making the Sword Ancestor feel as if he were transported back to that innocent afternoon.

Just then, Ren Xiaoyao's hand, gripping the Myriad Tribulation Sword Shadows, paused slightly. He gazed at the trajectory of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi flowing like a tide as the Sword Ancestor wielded his sword; within that trajectory lay the code of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, the code combining to form the two words "change" and "constancy." He observed the laws governing the Star Circulation reflected on the Flowing Cloud Sword; the rise and fall of the stars implied the birth and death of the sword path, and within the Life-Death Alternation lay the true meaning of "inclusiveness." Suddenly, he chuckled softly, a laugh filled with a sudden, enlightened clarity, like the first ray of light breaking through the fog at the Beginning of Chaos: "So that's how it is. Primordial Chaos encompasses all things, and naturally it can also contain the supreme sword intent."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Chaos Current around him surged violently, bubbling like boiling magma. When the bubbles burst, tiny sword shadows and Primordial Chaos light particles flew out. These sword shadows and light particles combined in mid-air to form a new sword embryo. The Sword Cultivator Myriad Tribulation Sword Shadows suddenly disappeared, replaced by a pure white Sword-Ray piercing through the Primordial Chaos. That Sword-Ray did not draw upon the power of heaven and earth like the Flowing Cloud Sword, but it was purer than any sword shadow, so pure that it seemed to be the original form of the concept of "sword" at its inception—without gorgeous special effects, without overwhelming momentum, yet it made everything in the world related to the sword... Everything around them trembled slightly: the rock veins of Sword Peak and the sword marks on the rock walls glowed, resonating with the Sword-Ray light and emitting ancient sword sounds; even the swords of cultivators, swords from thousands of miles away, were restless in their sheaths, wanting to fly towards this Sword-Ray, and the patterns on the sheaths lit up with light in sync with the Sword-Ray light; even the images of swords in the memories of each Sword Cultivator, the sword moves in their minds were automatically corrected, moving closer to the purity of this Sword-Ray, the redundant parts of the sword moves were stripped away, leaving only the most essential "slash" and "protection", all of them were surrendering to this Sword-Ray light.

"This is..." The Sword Ancestor's mind trembled violently. His knuckles, gripping the sword, turned white from the force. The Flowing Cloud Sword beneath his fingertips began to tremble invisibly. The mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas reflected on the sword were twisted and shattered. The illusory image of the Snow Peaks peaks of the Himalayas melted into water, from which Primordial Chaos fish emerged. The whirlpools of the Mariana Trench disappeared, and grass imbued with sword intent sprouted from their place. From that pure white sword Sword-Ray, he sensed an artistic Artistic Conception that transcended the sword path of heaven and earth—it was not that Heaven and Earth as the Scabbard, but that the self was heaven and earth. The sword resided in the heart, and the heart was the sword. There was no need to borrow the power of wind, clouds, thunder, and lightning. The self was the origin and end of the sword path, the "one," and also the "ten thousand." It was the motif of all sword moves, the destination of all sword intent, and the "Tao" itself.

The moment Ren Xiaoyao swung his sword, there were no unusual phenomena, yet the Sword Ancestor felt as if the entire world was pressing down on him, as if he were at the center of a collapsing universe. The surrounding light, sound, and Spiritual Qi were all converging on that Sword-Ray, even his own Primordial Spirit was being drawn towards it. The pure white Sword-Ray seemed slow, but it ignored spatial distance and appeared directly in front of the Flowing Cloud Sword. The air in the Sword Path was not torn apart, but rather gently pushed aside, leaving a trajectory that closed in an instant. At the point where the trajectory closed, tiny sword-shaped Ganoderma lucidum sprouted, with Primordial Chaos gills growing on the Ganoderma lucidum.

Sword Ancestor parried with all his might, unleashing countless rays of light from the Flowing Cloud Sword, triggering a resonance from the sword marks on the Myriad Ren Sword Peak accumulated over ninety thousand years—golden sword fire erupted from the grooves left by his past sword trials, burning with ninety thousand years' worth of sword technique memories, each memory transforming into a sword shadow; the Sword Talisman runes carved on the rocks lit up simultaneously, the runes forming a complete <Heaven and Earth Sword Scripture>, suspended in the air, the scripture reciting automatically, emitting a sound that suppressed Primordial Chaos; Even the ancient sword remnants buried by the Gale Wind at the foot of the peak broke free of their seal, transforming into sword shadows that flew into the sky. The sword shadows still retained the sword intent of their previous masters, combining with the Flowing Cloud Sword to form an indestructible Sword Shield. On the shield's surface, nine thousand years of sword comprehension transformed into the Star River in motion, each star representing a sword move, protecting the Sword Ancestor at the center. As the stars shifted, one could see the Sword Ancestor's sword-practicing figure from his youth to the present, traversing the Star River, his figure ultimately transforming into the patterns on the Sword Shield.

However, the pure white Sword-Ray struck the Sword Shield, piercing through them without the slightest resistance, like a hot knife through butter. The Star River on the Sword Shield instantly disintegrated, turning into countless Stardust. After the Stardust fell to the ground, glowing Sword Grass sprouted, its leaves still glistening with Primordial Chaos dew. The Flowing Cloud Sword let out a mournful cry, a sound filled with resentment and relief, shattering inch by inch, transforming into countless fireflies. After the fireflies fell to the ground, they merged into the green grass, growing new grass with sword patterns. The sword patterns on the grass leaves were fragments of the <Heaven and Earth Sword Scripture>, and tiny Primordial Chaos patterns sprouted beside the fragments, quietly filling in the missing parts.

The sword ancestor was thrown backward by an irresistible force of the sword, and hit the hardest rock wall of Wanren Sword Peak with a dull loud noise. The rock wall cracked open with a spiderweb-like gap, and golden sword marrow seeped out from the gap. After the sword marrow fell to the ground, it turned into a tiny swordfish, swimming in the standing water on the ground, with chaotic light particles stained on the fins. He Spurting out a mouthful of blood, the blood was cut into powder by the aftermath of the pure white sword light before it hit the ground. It turned into little golden light and sprinkled in the ravine of the sword peak, nourishing the sleeping sword talismans. After the sword talisman woke up, it no longer gave off a sharp breath, but glowed with a warm light. There was an additional word "rong" next to the word "Zhan" in the rune.

Sword Ancestor slowly straightened up, gazing at the Sword-Ray in Ren Xiaoyao's hand that seemed capable of severing all concepts. He smiled bitterly, "So... the supreme sword intent is not in heaven and earth, but in the heart that Inclusive of Heaven and Earth... I have lost." He raised his hand to stroke the sword marks on his Daoist robe. Those marks that once represented glory were now burning hot, as if cheering for him to finally break through his obsession. The burning sensation spread from his fingertips to his entire body. The sword path barrier accumulated over ninety thousand years quietly shattered at this moment, revealing a broader Dao Path —behind the barrier was Star Sea where Primordial Chaos and sword intent intertwined. Countless sword shadows rose and fell in the Star Sea, possessing both righteous order and agile changes.

Ren Xiaoyao sheathed his sword, and the pure white sword light retreated into the body like a tide, blending into the chaotic airflow, and the sword power and chaotic atmosphere between heaven and earth returned to peace. In the dewdrops on the green grass, the Tai Chi pattern of chaos and sword intention turned more and more harmoniously. The light particles scattered during the rotation formed the word "harmony" in the air, and there were sword shadows and chaotic light particles dancing around the edge of the word "harmony"; the sea of clouds in the distance re-closed, and the shadow of the sword and the shadow of the sword were hidden in the clouds. The scene of chaotic light particles playing, the sword shadow splitting the clouds, and chaos filling the gaps, repeating the cycle with no end in sight, as if nothing had happened. He looked at the Sword Ancestor and said softly, "The Sword Ancestor's Sword of Heaven and Earth is the pinnacle of swordsmanship, but beyond this world, there is still a way to embrace the world. Just like the sword mark on your palm, it is both a wound and a medal. Without any aspect, the sword journey is not complete."