Twelve Capital Heaven Universe Formation!

"A blade of grass cut down all the stars in the sky?! Hiss... Who was that? Could he be the Chosen Immortal King?!"

Li Qingshan's heart shook. He could hardly believe it.

But soon, he sank into a strange state, the image of that strike replaying endlessly in his mind.

That figure seen from behind, that blade of grass, that strike—every detail repeated in his sea of consciousness. Each replay brought him fresh insight.

The sword intent within that strike was no longer the fierce force that had once dominated heaven and earth. It belonged to a higher realm.

It was a realm beyond sword moves, beyond sword intent, even beyond the way of the sword itself.

With a blade of grass as his sword, the figure had cut down all the stars in the sky. A sword was no longer a sword, nor grass merely grass. All things in heaven and earth could become swords.

"The ultimate realm of the sword... All things as swords..."

Li Qingshan murmured and slowly closed his eyes.

He sat cross-legged before the jade wall, his divine sense sinking entirely into the image.

The stray strands of golden Sword Qi no longer attacked him. Instead, as though they had found a home, they slowly circled him, forming a golden vortex.

Time grew hazy.

Li Qingshan immersed himself completely in comprehending that vast sword intent.

His foundation in the way of the sword was not especially deep, but he cultivated the Law of Chaos, which could encompass all laws.

When that heaven-dominating sword intent entered his sea of consciousness, the Law of Chaos devoured and fused with every fragment of law within it like a ravenous traveler.

One strike had cut down the stars.

The essence of that strike gradually took shape in his heart.