Although she had watched this kind of swordsmanship many times before, seeing it before attaining the Dao and seeing it after were utterly different experiences.
The stronger she became, the more deeply she felt that extraordinary rhythm.
Blazing fire consumed the city; the heavenly phoenix was reborn!
An ancient soul seemed to pass through heaven and earth, through the dark and yellow, sun and moon, time and light amid the flames, descending into this age with an ancient unfulfilled wish.
This was no longer swordsmanship, but an epic!
Without question, this was not a sword that a mortal could wield.
That was also why she had previously felt that General Yingtian was unworthy of Zhang Huang'er.
But now, that notion had naturally been overturned.
Zhang Huang'er was not affected by Han Jinyue's arrival. Her sword dance at this moment was not a performance, merely her daily cultivation, uninterrupted by wind or rain for countless years.
Ordinarily, cultivation was a rather private matter for a Daoist, but Zhang Huang'er did not mind others watching and learning.
Naturally, there were no outsiders among the spectators. They were all her own people.
Among those in the clearing at present, several were Zhang Huang'er's maidservants. The rest had once been maidservants as well, but later attained the Dao and became officers under Zhang Huang'er.
Before Han Jinyue had attained the Dao, she had been among the maidservants observing.
And such observation was indeed beneficial to attaining the Dao.
There were many cultivation methods for before one attained the Dao. The one Han Jinyue had chosen was the Image Entry method.
The immortal air she had once carried had not truly been her own temperament, but something she had gained by imitating Zhang Huang'er.
Anyone who had never seen Zhang Huang'er might find that bearing