The black-canopied boat glided beneath his feet as he shifted around. Lu Yin kept unleashing World Does Not Forget Merit while concealing the Yanmen First Needle, yet the Blind Man still dodged every attack.
Though his eyes were blind, his mind was not. This Blind Man saw far more than those creatures who could see the world around them.
Suddenly, the bamboo pole vanished, and so did the Blind Man. Behind Lu Yin, the Blind Man appeared with the pole in hand, bending low as he swung it sideways. Lu Yin dodged with ease, only to be restrained by an invisible force in the next instant. It was consciousness—something he knew well, yet this consciousness was entirely different from the kind he cultivated. He could not put that difference into words.
The bamboo pole cracked hard against Lu Yin's waist. The Blind Man was just about to pull it back when Lu Yin seized it with his free hand. His entire body withered, but the Blind Man shook the pole again. This time, it was not so easy. Lu Yin used his strength to forcibly suppress it.
The pole trembled without pause. The clash between their two forces shook the starry sky once more. Lu Yin suddenly kicked out. The Blind Man instinctively raised a hand to shield his chest and took the kick head-on. Under that tremendous force, he could either let go of the pole and lessen the impact or keep hold of it and bear the full force.
The Blind Man did not let go. He took the kick, a footprint appearing on his back. He looked up, face-to-face with Lu Yin. With a whoosh, a tremor traveled from the bamboo pole into the void. As the Blind Man's consciousness erupted, it hammered Lu Yin like a