That trace cleaved across the void, as if it had split Heaven-Earth in two.
Faint azure light flowed along the path left by the blade, accompanied by a soft hum, like wind passing through a bamboo grove, or the whispers of antiquity.
He raised a hand and gently stroked the blade.
Three hundred years of painstaking effort had finally condensed into this strike.
"This move..."
Qian Yu pondered for a moment. Countless images surfaced in his mind: the phantom of the Primordial Dao Tree, his insights in Chaos City, the slaughter on the Outer Domain Battlefield, and the turbulent battle against King Qinlu.
In the end, all those thoughts converged into a single name.
"Let it be called Verdant Chant."
Verdant was the color of the Primordial Dao Tree's new leaves.
Chant was the wilderness, the battlefield, and the vast land he had crossed along the way.
Chant was the cry of the blade, the song of the wind, and the echo that resounded through Heaven-Earth when this strike descended.
Verdant Chant.
Qian Yu softly repeated the name, the corners of his lips curling upward.
This move fused all of his understanding of the Law of Fire-Space. It contained the essence of the Primordial Dao Tree, possessing the blazing intensity of flame, the profundity of space, and the reincarnation of life.
One slash descended, and verdant wilderness covered the land.
He sheathed his blade and looked up at the void.
Those three hundred years had not only allowed him to perfect his ultimate technique. There was another, even more important matter: that flower on the Primordial Dao Tree.
Qian Yu closed his eyes, and his consciousness instantly sank into the Primordial Dao Tree Space.
Within the Chaotic Void, the Primordial Dao Tree still stood tall and imposing.
The colossal tree,