Heavenly Being Jiang Wang held his sword crosswise as though reflecting upon himself. Its cold gleam was like water, utterly unruffled.
This world-famous sword called Fickle Lover had lain hidden in its sheath for far too long. People knew its name, yet had forgotten its edge!
After the Southern Dipper Hall was destroyed and Longevity Lord seized its name before vanishing into seclusion, perhaps no one remembered its name anymore.
From this day onward, the Heavenly Dao would reveal it.
The forged patterns upon the blade were naturally formed, and had always depicted two scenes of spring. One was flowers before the moon; the other, the moon atop willow branches. Only the deepest passion could reveal true fickleness.
The scene of flowers before the moon played out within the Sun-Moon Eyes.
The bright moon had hung eternally overhead, its clear radiance cold and desolate, gazing upon these infatuated men and resentful women—countless throughout the human world.
Yet the scene facing True Self Jiang Wang was that image of the moon atop willow branches—
The moon rose above the willow's tip; lovers met after dusk.
Though the True Self called "Jiang Wang" spoke grandly.
Once this sword emerged, life and death would be decided.
What path of fate did that paper-thin edge carve out? It skipped over countless transformations of sword forms, using its edge as paper and the power of the Heavenly Dao as ink, to write the final chapter of Jiang Wang's life.
He understood Jiang Wang too well. Every sword form He had mastered was likewise mastered by Jiang Wang. Ordinary methods could never defeat this "True Self." To gain an overwhelming advantage, He had to use "what exists" to defeat "what does not"—using the Heavenly Being's grasp of the Heavenly Dao to crush the obstinate spirit of