Ye Lin held the Godslayer Sword horizontally before him, pressing the index and middle fingers of his left hand together as he slowly traced from the base of the blade to its tip.
Where his fingertips passed, silver-white patterns lit up across the sword's body. They were not the Sword Dao Law from before.
They were something deeper, more ancient—the opening stance of the third form of the Primeval Sword Art.
"Interesting."
Qingran's gaze narrowed slightly.
He sensed that Ye Lin's aura was undergoing some kind of transformation.
It was not an increase in quantity, but a leap in quality.
"Third form of the Primeval Sword Art—Five Elements Cycle."
Five-colored light ignited across the Godslayer Sword.
Gold, green, blue, red, yellow—sword light of the five colors, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, shot from the blade, spinning around Ye Lin, intertwining and merging.
The five-colored sword light gathered into an enormous divine sword of five hues, its blade flowing with the laws of mutual generation and mutual restraint among the Five Elements.
Metal gave rise to water, water gave rise to wood, wood gave rise to fire, fire gave rise to earth, earth gave rise to metal. The five powers cycled endlessly, unceasingly giving birth to one another.
Metal restrained wood, wood restrained earth, earth restrained water, water restrained fire, fire restrained metal. The five powers took turns countering one another, forming a perfect closed loop.
The five-colored divine sword hung above Ye Lin's head, its tip aimed at Qingran as it radiated a suffocating pressure.
Qingran's pupils contracted slightly.
He could feel that the power contained within this five-colored divine sword had already surpassed some kind of medium.
It was a power beyond cultivation itself—the perfect manifestation of laws, the ultimate fusion of the Sword Dao and the Dao