"Pfft!"
His Martial Soul shattered. Chen Xin was struck as if by lightning and spewed out a mouthful of blood.
His body could no longer stay aloft. Like a kite with its string cut, he plummeted toward the ground.
The Crystal Blue Silver Grass stalk did not vanish after shattering the Seven Kill Sword.
It traced a graceful arc through the air and gently touched Chen Xin's forehead.
Then it became a streak of golden light and sank into him.
Chen Xin's falling body suddenly stiffened.
He felt an endless torrent of information pour into his mind.
It was the profound truth of "life."
It was an understanding of the "Dao."
It was Chen Xuan's "guidance" to him, a seeker of the Dao.
"Thud."
Chen Xin's body slammed into the ground, leaving a shallow crater.
But he did not lose consciousness.
He simply lay there, staring blankly at the sky as if he had gone stupid.
High above,
Chen Xuan's figure drifted down and returned to the courtyard, settling back into his rocking chair.
As though nothing had happened.
The Blue Silver web that had blotted out the sky quietly dispersed, turning into countless points of light that sank into the earth.
The golden sea of Blue Silver Grass that had surged through the academy gradually calmed and returned to its original green.
The sky cleared once more.
A gentle breeze passed through the courtyard, leaving only the faint fragrance of tea.
The whole world was frighteningly quiet.
Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong stood frozen in place like stone statues.
Their mouths hung open wide enough to swallow an egg.
Their minds were blank.
What had happened?
Was it over?
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, one of the strongest experts on the continent, had wielded the Seven Kill Sword and merged