The power of the dead. The River of Forgetfulness.
Infused with the will of life and death, this saber strike blotted out the heavens and covered the earth. Killing intent filled every inch of it, engulfing all in its path. It was the final echo of the immortal-path wisdom of two heroes who stood at the summit of the realm, two extraordinary men who had endured for nearly a hundred thousand years upon the river of time.
At that moment, every hair on Jiang Ding's body stood on end, and his soul trembled.
At that moment, he gained deeper insight into the six paths of reincarnation and the life and death of all beings. At the cost of their lives, his enemies had laid the mysteries of life and death bare before him, clear for him to see.
How beautiful. How wonderful.
"In my reincarnation,"
"there should be an interval, like a river that washes impurities from souls entering it..."
A sense of fulfillment rose in Jiang Ding's heart.
Clang!
In the void, the cry of a sword surged like tides upon the sea.
Beneath that sword cry, the light of the black-and-yellow sword of forbidden laws suddenly deepened, thickening like mist. It rippled across heaven and earth like water, then drew inward to form a ring of black-and-yellow Yellow Springs River, a jade belt encircling Jiang Ding.
The saber light of the River of Forgetfulness, bearing the will of the dead, flowed through it.
Its spiritual substance plunged. The fierce killing intent and resentment of the departed weakened sharply, while the ghostly blue webs of soul-path and blood-path rules rapidly dimmed and aged.
Spiritual substance weakened swiftly as it passed through.
With its foundations affected, the saber light of the River of Forgetfulness dimmed considerably. It no longer blotted