Xuan Zi watched the scene before him with a serious, curious gaze, anticipation rising in his heart. He wanted to see what kind of ten-thousand-year fourth ring his disciple had obtained.
Yue Ling held the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum in both hands and raised his Martial Soul above his head. Driven continuously by Soul Power, the chrysanthemum gradually swelled larger and larger.
Only when every steel-blade pattern on its petals could be seen clearly did he stop exerting force. Since it was his first time using it, Yue Ling knew he was still unfamiliar with it.
Once he became more accustomed to his Martial Soul, changing its size would take no more than a thought. He would not need to slowly charge power and expand it like this.
His expression darkened slightly. Under Xuan Zi's watchful gaze, Yue Ling gave a low shout.
"Fourth Soul Skill! Thousand Chrysanthemums Gather Edge!"
The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum suddenly blazed with light. Its petals scattered outward, then began drawing together and reshaping.
The outer steel petals, etched with golden-purple patterns, broke away from the flower's body. They spun and collided rapidly in midair, interlocking and assembling with dull crashing sounds.
Xuan Zi widened his eyes, unwilling to miss this moment.
The originally thick steel flower stem split down the middle, transforming into the handles of two curved blades.
The surfaces of the handles retained the stem's original texture. They were formed from small Flower Blades layered and interwoven together, making them solid and secure in the hand.
The chrysanthemum petals extended forward from the handles, fitting together layer by layer until they gradually formed two curved blades with smooth arcs and exceptionally slender bodies.
"This... this is...?" Xuan Zi smacked his lips and took a drink of wine.
The blades transformed by this