"The next saber is 'Slay our way up Spirit Mountain; let all Buddhas enter Nirvana.'"
After Overlord solemnly announced it, he did not immediately bring down his long saber. He stood tall and waited for Master Lu to strike first. Unlike his casual blow just now, when facing an opponent far beneath him in both realm and strength, he certainly would not make the first move.
This was Overlord's pride—the pride of one invincible in his age.
Master Lu's Dharmakaya gradually turned translucent, seeming to shine in tandem with the long sword in his hand. That peerless depth of feeling and love was almost tangible, setting him sharply apart from everything else in the world. This was the one and only Master Lu; this was the one and only One Heart Sword. Apart from myself, there was no other self. That sense of being the sole one stirred subtle changes in his Inner World, seeming to draw a few qualities of the Nine Heavens from his incomplete grotto-heaven. Unique in the world, it looked down upon ten thousand realms.
At that moment, it was as if an incomplete Legendary Great Power stood before Overlord.
"What a pity..." Overlord sighed again.
The other man had surpassed those who came before and carved out such a path. It truly stirred in him the feeling of one hero honoring another.
The world was vast and boundless; every seeker of the Dao was alike, yet unlike.
As his sigh rang out, a mighty sword-light swept forth, as if descending from some unknowable height. It pierced the whole world, leaving nothing else in existence. It slashed from the front, struck from behind, descended from above, and rose from below, leaving no way to evade it.
It brought the collapse of countless substances in the void,