Breaking Ice, Slaying Dragons
In that fleeting instant, Lou Queyue's thought was transmitted as well—or rather, a spiritual conception: "No trace of human habitation, only flowers in bloom; mist veils the cold waters, moonlight shrouds the sands." These words saw through the divide between reality and illusion, shattering the distinction between "name" and "form."
As for the latter line—"Since ancient times, who in life has not died? Do not blame the east wind; only lament yourself"—it interrogated the soul and struck straight at the heart.
This showed that when masters of their level exchanged blows, it was no longer a clash of spiritual will, nor a clash of flesh and blood, but a contest of ideals.
The moment the flaws deep within Jin Chengliang's heart were exposed and his defenses crumbled, he would no longer have any possibility of persevering.
It could be said that this was an immensely powerful force born of spiritual realms—utterly pure, nearly earth-shaking, possessing the ability to overturn heaven and earth and throw yin and yang into chaos.
In terms of the ingenuity with which she wielded consciousness, Lou Queyue was unquestionably an unimaginable genius. Having cultivated to her present level, her insight into spiritual realms ran extremely deep; she had even comprehended an exceptionally pure form of spiritual attack.
Once her strike was unleashed, it generated power on the spiritual level that seeped toward him, imperceptibly seeking to merge into his body. Like an inner demon, it was formless and traceless, soundless and silent.
Yet this attack directly assailed his consciousness and battered his worldview. An ordinary cultivator facing such an attack would immediately fall into a battle between heaven and man, with countless streams of information flickering deep within their heart, as though they were about to explode at any moment.
Jin Chengliang