The Eternal Will

The Falling Star Sword, raised above Chen Yan's head, swung downward, and the low chant of the Immortal Dao Echo abruptly ceased.

It wasn't only the low chant of the Immortal Dao Echo that vanished. In that same instant, the sound of the waves, the wind, and the sword cutting through the air also disappeared from the world.

After Chen Yan cried out that one word, "Open," the world seemed to have been completely muted.

But time had not stopped flowing.

At Chen Yan's feet stretched the boundless Endless Sea. Along the path where the Falling Star Sword descended, countless tiny black fissures appeared—signs that the Heaven and Earth Laws were crumbling.

Then a gigantic, perfectly straight crack appeared across the sea's surface, stretching tens of thousands of feet long and hundreds of feet wide, as if it had split the Endless Sea in two.

On either side rose dark water walls tens of thousands of feet high, smooth as mirrors. Completely severed by the "Karma interference" of Chen Yan's strike, they showed no sign of closing.

Chen Yan's gaze fell upon the unfathomably deep abyss his sword had just cleaved open.

That strike of his should have rivaled True Person Bai Shang of Fengjian Valley, who had once cleaved a ten-thousand-foot-deep abyss into the northern reaches of Chenping Continent with a single sword strike.

The only difference was that True Person Bai Shang had split the land, while he had split the sea.

Those stray thoughts flashed through Chen Yan's mind. Once he had gathered himself, he released his grip on the Falling Star Sword.

The sword dropped about half a zhang into the abyss below, then vanished into the void once more, waiting there to be summoned by Chen Yan again.

Looking down at the waters his sword