In the hoarse voice, a blade clear as autumn water stood slantwise embedded in the bluestone ground, without the slightest tremor, as though it had been there since ages past.
The sword bore no other adornment. Its jet-black hilt stood in stark contrast to its blade, which reflected the expressions of the cultivators around it. No matter how the light distorted those reflections, when they fell back into the cultivators' eyes, an inexplicable chill rose in their hearts. The reflected faces and expressions faintly corresponded to what they harbored within, as if the sword intent pointed directly at the direction of their thoughts, leaving nowhere to hide.
Ghost God Sword studied it for a long while before speaking in a low voice:
"Wield it like ink to write delusions, its blade like a mirror to reveal true intent... the Wu Wang Sword!"
Yes, this was Ye Bin's personal sword.
All these years, Ye Bin had wielded this sword to suppress the East Sea, subdue the neighboring regions, and intimidate powerful foes from every quarter, preserving Half-Mountain Island's foundation. Her achievements were so resplendent that even Ghost God Sword, born into a great clan and arrogant to the bone, secretly admired her.
And now, raising their heads to look at the lingering trajectory of the flying sword in the void and tracing it backward, they saw within that gloom a dense sword intent spanning the heavens. It seemed present yet absent, real yet illusory, containing the power to evolve without end, yet icy, pure, and direct. On reflection, was that not the wonder of the Half-Mountain Mirage?
Previously, they had been trapped in the Myriad Transformation Demon Domain and knew little of the overall situation. It was as though they had closed their eyes and opened them again, only to find