The Sword Opens the Light

Yu Chen reached into the void and drew forth a green sword. East Mother and West Mother, hidden within the void, showed slight changes in expression, their minds tightening to the utmost.

But after examining the aura of the sword in Yu Chen's hand, they relaxed. It differed from the four swords rumored to be capable of threatening Shang Jun and the Dark Bird totem.

They watched as Yu Chen raised his hand and swung his sword, unleashing countless sword-winds that ravaged the surroundings, yet they paid it no mind.

The radiance of the sun and moon revolved, falling layer upon layer, continuously weakening the sharpness of the sword-winds. The mountain phantoms shifted, replacing one another. Whenever a peak withdrew, it swiftly returned to its original state before rising again.

With such transformations, no matter how sharp the sword-winds Yu Chen unleashed, they could not break through the terrain of these mountains.

As the sword-winds spread, Yu Chen sensed their scattered sharpness and nodded inwardly.

Ever since he had seen the sight of the sun and moon rising from these Void-Merging Mountains, he had found it somewhat familiar.

Once he entered the mountains and exchanged blows with East Mother and West Mother, he immediately understood the marvel within.

Within these mountains, the sun, moon, and night curtain were respectively manifestations of East Mother and West Mother's divine power, divine bodies, and divinity.

The mountain phantoms could be regarded as manifestations of divine power, while the radiance of the sun and moon was the diffusion of their divine bodies, and the night curtain concealed their divinity.

Yet in truth, the three could not truly be defined according to such a comparison. There were also certain profound and mysterious principles involved—things that could be understood but hardly put into words.

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