The heart moved with intent, and when intent moved, heaven and earth trembled.
Su Ye had a sword in his hand. The sword was utterly ordinary, with no powerful Dao patterns engraved on it. It was merely a piece of iron in the shape of a sword, yet as he raised it, a desolate Dao rhythm spread through heaven and earth.
The autumn wind sighed; all things withered.
Feng Wu looked at Su Ye. At that moment, Su Ye changed in her eyes. It was not a change in appearance, but in aura. A sorrowful desolation emanated from him, a grief that made others resonate with it despite themselves. At some point, a tear had slipped from the corner of her eye.
The tear fell, dampening her cheek, and it instantly jolted her awake. She realized she had fallen into his conception. She swung the battle halberd in her hand, tearing through heaven and earth, and charged out of that sorrowful emotion.
But the instant she broke free, she felt heaven and earth had changed.
No—it was not a feeling. Heaven and earth truly had changed. The world before her was no longer the previous arena, but had become a vast and boundless realm, only this world was filled with sorrow and desolation.
"What's going on? An illusion?"
Feng Wu looked around with a grave expression. Profound patterns interwove in her beautiful eyes, granting her extremely powerful insight, yet under her perception, nothing about the surrounding world had changed.
Clang, clang...
At that moment, the sound of sword cries resounded through heaven and earth, and Sword Intent surged into the nine heavens.
"This is not an illusion. It is resonance."
Su Ye's figure slowly walked over. With each step he took, the aura on his body grew stronger. Looking at