It carried no additional attributes—none of flame's fury, none of ice's freezing, none of lightning's swiftness, not even the speed of wind.
It only severed.
Yet beneath this pure intent to sever, Ye Lin seemed to see mountains smoothly split down the middle, rivers cut cleanly in half, metal and stone silently cracking apart like rotten earth. Protective divine light, magical treasure barriers, even sturdy spatial walls—all slowly split open like a hot knife sinking into butter.
This was not a contest of strength, but the absolute negation of the very concepts of continuity and wholeness by the true intent of severance.
It was a true interpretation born from the essence of the Sword Dao.
It was a true Sword Dao.
The purest Sword Dao of all.
Ye Lin's mind shook violently. A string of fine cracks rang out from the bones throughout his body, as though he himself were about to be split apart by this pure intent of severance.
The Myriad Calamities Nirvana Flame that had only just fused within him flickered faintly, seeming to be somewhat suppressed by this absolute, attribute-less Sword Intent.
Ye Lin clenched his teeth. Rather than seeking to comprehend some profound law, he seized tightly onto that domineering conviction: once a sword was drawn, all things would be severed.
A sword should be like this.
When purity reached its pinnacle, it became the confidence and dominance to cut through anything!
Before he could savor it properly, before the intent of severance had faded, a second intent surged in like raging waves crashing against the shore.
This time, it was no longer a static line, but a moving thrust.
It gathered every thought, every ounce of power, every trace of presence into a single point, compressing them without end before driving forward, unstoppable and