"All things share common ground. Fire's violence and ice's stillness may seem opposed on the surface, yet both are manifestations of the qi of heaven and earth. If one can find the way by which they transform into each other, then water and fire may share the same source."
"Let me give you an example."
With a wave of his hand, two long swords condensed from Sword Qi appeared before him.
The sword on the left was crimson, radiating scorching heat that warped the air around it.
The sword on the right was icy blue, exuding a bone-chilling cold as a thin layer of frost formed across the ground.
"These are the pure Sword Dao of fire and the Sword Dao of ice. The two stand in opposition."
Sword True Person held his hands in the air, and the two long swords slowly drew closer.
The instant crimson and icy blue collided, they let out a sharp hiss, and white mist billowed forth.
But Sword True Person did not stop. His hands continuously adjusted their angles, adjusted their force, adjusted the proportions of the two kinds of Sword Qi.
Gradually, the hissing faded away.
The crimson and icy blue no longer repelled each other. Instead, they began to entwine and merge.
In the end, a long sword that was half red and half blue floated before everyone.
The red and blue did not blend into a muddled color. Instead, they spiraled around one another in a Xuanmiao pattern, merging while remaining as distinct as the Jing and Wei Rivers.
"This is not fusion." A Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm expert spoke, his voice indifferent. "This merely allows the two Sword Daos to coexist. In essence, they are still two different things."
Sword True Person's eyes lit up as he looked toward