At the beginning of this turning point, most people were still immersed in the shock brought by the events of three days ago, either talking grandly with friends, classmates, and colleagues in real life, venting the emotions in their hearts.
Or they picked up their keyboards and battled heaven and earth in the online world. It seemed that only in this way could they release the turbulent emotional force within them and finally relax.
Zhao Cheng's ascension to godhood was one thing. Earlier, whether it had been the words carved upon the moon or the demonic god's true form he had displayed in the polar regions, he had long since shown signs of being inhuman. His ascension was astonishing, but still within the bounds of what people could accept.
After all, in many people's minds, Zhao Cheng just happened to look like a human.
What had truly created this situation was the sword strike with which Zhao Cheng severed the demonic god's arm.
A moment earlier, the demonic god had struck across the cosmos, displaying the power of a world-ending blow. In that instant, everyone had been utterly convinced that they were doomed, that there could be no survivors.
But in the next instant, the demonic god's arm had been cut off by a single sword strike.
The psychological plunge brought about by that cycle of life and death was the root of it all.
Swordsmanship! Swordsmanship! Swordsmanship!
That single strike had undoubtedly pushed the very concept of swordsmanship to an entirely new level.
It had redefined swordsmanship, and redefined the sword path as well.
As many people recalled it now, their only feeling was that the strike had not been swung by a person at all, but by an entire universe.
The stronger a person was, the more deeply