Origin Internet Cafe, second-floor theater area.
At this moment, for the young man in the corner hugging his sword as though cut off from the world, what was about to play was his scripture.
Ji Juechen, an oddity from the Sun Moon Empire's Mingde Hall—a madman who disdained Soul Tools and was obsessed only with the sword.
Standing before the giant screen, he stared fixedly at the ancient sword on the poster, its blade glowing azure. His breathing was even more hurried than when he had watched the Valkyrie earlier.
"Boss," Ji Juechen said hoarsely, unable to suppress the heat in his voice, "you said earlier... Sword Control? Can a sword really be used to fly?"
On Douluo Continent, flight usually relied on flying-type martial souls or costly flying Soul Tools. No one had ever considered flying while standing atop the narrow blade in their hand.
"Of course it can."
Lu Yuan walked over to the console and operated it as he spoke.
"In that world, swords aren't merely weapons for killing. They're extensions of sword cultivators' bodies, bridges that connect heaven and earth."
"No Soul Tool thrusters, no core formations. So long as man and sword become one, wherever the heart wills, the sword goes."
"Qingyun Sect disciples ride their swords upon the wind, roaming the Northern Sea at dawn and Mount Cangwu by dusk."
Lu Yuan pressed the play button.
"Watch carefully, Ji Juechen. This is the romance that belongs to sword cultivators."
The screen lit up.
The cloud-wreathed Qingyun Mountain Range looked like an immortal realm descended into the mortal world.
With a sharp cry, dozens of Qingyun Sect disciples in Taoist robes drew their immortal swords. The blades transformed into streams of light and hovered beneath their feet. They leaped lightly onto the swords, then streaked