(First update)
Purple mist rose from the sunlit incense burner; from afar, a waterfall hung before the river.
Its flying torrent plunged three thousand feet, as though the Milky Way had fallen from the ninth heaven.
A two-hundred-meter waterfall poured straight down from the cliff, its endless roar reverberating through the air. The water vapor was thick, and the chill cut to the bone.
As one's gaze moved closer, a figure could be seen standing beneath the waterfall atop a round boulder. His toes hooked into the stone like claws, gripping its surface tightly. His knotted, powerful muscles gleamed beneath the sunlight, while his long, tempered arms spun like windmills. The Wooden Sword in his hand traced one profound arc after another.
His swordsmanship was ethereal, like an immortal dancing.
More strangely, as his sword moves advanced, the momentum of his blade resembled a gathering flood, and the power contained within it grew increasingly fierce.
Water splashed everywhere. Then, as he carried his sword sequence to the eighty-first move, layering its force eighty-one times over, a furious roar erupted from deep in his throat. At the tip of the Wooden Sword, dazzling sword energy surged forth.
Sword energy swept across the nineteen provinces!
It rose from below, unstoppable in its ascent!
Before that overwhelming sword energy, the descending waterfall was torn in half like a bolt of brocade ripped down the middle.
Drawing his sword, he cleaved the water!
The current was forced apart to either side, exposing the smooth rock wall that had been washed day and night beneath it. Only after the sword energy flew two hundred meters away and sent up a spray of water—its crystalline droplets glittering in the sunlight—did the waterfall close its gap and return to normal.
The instant the sword energy dissipated, Yang