After telling the Scripture Library's attendants, Chu He flew toward the wilderness.
Beneath the night sky, moonlight spilled down like fine silk, bathing the wilderness in a silvery glow.
The distant mountains appeared and disappeared in the moonlight, like the outlines of giant beasts.
Suspended in midair, Chu He drew his saber and moved as he pleased, practicing a completely new saber art.
After three days of studying saber arts in the Scripture Library, and with his saber skills already at Conception Level, his comprehension—further enhanced by Snow Lotus Wine—was astonishing. When he looked over those manuals, it was only natural that he felt as though he were viewing them from a higher vantage point.
He could grasp the basic moves of a saber art after reading its manual once. After practicing a few times with his hand in place of a saber, he could easily grasp its underlying meaning as well.
The clash of so many different conceptions was enough for Chu He to distill the Xuanming Blade Intent he wanted.
Profound and far-reaching was xuan; silent and secluded was ming.
Xuanming was the god of the Great Yin.
A water-attribute saber art, imbued with the somber, murderous chill of ice and snow, was perfectly suited to the name Xuanming.
Beneath the moonlight, Chu He swung his saber in a flurry, its gleam like winter snow and autumn frost.
Tangled clouds hung low over the morning dew; sudden rain danced in the returning wind.
His mind followed his intent, and his saber followed his mind.
By the current understanding on Earth, there were three paths of mental cultivation:
First: See one's nature clearly and point straight to one's true heart.
Second: Become one with heaven and humanity, and cultivate a Childlike Heart.
Third: Have an Infinite Heart that could