The atmosphere in the area abruptly changed the moment the words fell.
A gentle breeze blew, yet its source was the water's surface, spreading outward in all directions.
Mixed within the wind was boundless sword intent, making the minds of everyone watching tremble wildly as they instinctively prepared to circulate their cultivation and defend themselves.
Yet when the breeze swept past, the surrounding grass, trees, bamboo, and stones showed no sign whatsoever of having been attacked.
Aside from sensing a faint chill within the wind, those who had activated their cultivation felt not the slightest impact from any sword intent.
Amid their confusion.
East Sea Sword Saint Liu Hua, who had been standing silently upon the water, extended two fingers of his right hand and formed a sword gesture.
"What... exactly is the Dao?"
His half-closed eyes opened, and Liu Hua's gaze was filled with confusion.
His voice was not loud, yet it echoed clearly through the mountains.
He questioned the heavens, questioned the earth, and even more so, questioned himself.
Receiving no answer to his doubts, the sword gesture in his hand moved slightly.
In an instant, a terrifying sword qi swept from his fingertips, effortlessly cleaving the tranquil water surface in two.
At the very center of the water, the mud at the bottom was revealed.
On either side, the current churned up wave upon wave.
The rushing waters surged, splashing countless sprays of water.
Watching the water droplets and mist drifting through his vision, the confusion in Liu Hua's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a sharp and fierce gaze.
"Without ever possessing, there can be no letting go! Only by abandoning obsession can one truly possess!
To see mountains as not mountains, to see water as not water. To focus on a single thought, forget the heart