Before the yin-yang stone stele at the gates of Luo Chen Sword Palace, two disciples were locked in fierce combat.
Luo Chen Sword Palace was a sect of Sword Cultivators, so naturally, the two were competing in swordsmanship. Sword Light and sword shadows interwove as their figures repeatedly touched and separated. The sounds of their swords colliding were neither unbroken nor continuous, but rose along with their sword moves. Their techniques were similar and close in nature, yet the clashes of their blades carried a faint rhythm, like music.
Wu Qi's Sword Qi dispersed into mist and clouds, rolling forward in billows, then gathering without scattering, condensing without erupting. His Sword Light flickered nimbly amid the cloudy Sword Qi, as though darting in and out of the azure sky. His mind, strengthened through his concurrent cultivation of divine methods, extended outward at this moment, looking down upon the sword fight from the perspective of a third party somewhere beyond. Every flaw in his opponent's swordsmanship lay exposed before his eyes.
Is this the power to glimpse through to the source bestowed by an Outer Saint? Wu Qi felt neither joy nor sorrow. He was clearly in the midst of a sword duel, and he had clearly focused all his attention upon swordsmanship, yet for some reason, he could still spare thoughts to consider this matter. He still had room to spare.
An unreasonable, illogical kind of strength!
According to the records of the SevenCrypticalBooksofHsan, this was the sign that one's Divine Body had taken shape: constructing a sacred body beyond oneself and transforming toward the realm of an Outer Saint.
Wu Qi had only heard that ordinary divine cultivation required the gathering of incense and faith power to forge a deity's Divine Body. But the SevenCrypticalBooksofHsan was the supreme heart