"Divine skill."
Ye Yin said it sincerely.
He was not merely being polite to Yang Sui or flattering him. He truly had never seen swordsmanship like this before.
Over the Eastern Sea, there were countless sword cultivators. Some pursued the fearless, unstoppable advance of Rainbow Transformation; others sought the exquisite subtlety of Mist Transformation. Even those who followed the path of Creation Sword Intent relied on sword formations to seize Creation's power.
Yet a sword that severed water, pursuing the "solidity" and "constancy" of sword intent, truly went beyond anything Ye Yin had seen or heard.
But rather than constancy, it seemed more like reaching some sort of "harmony" with heaven and earth. It was wondrous beyond measure, not something ordinary people could fathom.
"A few months ago, I made a trip to the Hungry Ghost Path and saw the Buddhist School in all its myriad splendors. When I returned, I gave it careful thought."
Su Che rose and withdrew his longsword into his sleeve.
"What the Buddhist School cultivates is nothing more than a single sarira seed, which they call the Empty-Nonempty Tathagata Treasury. At its root lies the dimness of all beings' own numinous nature."
"Taking this as its foundation, it can transform into the Ten Dharma Realms. The four sages and six mortals, the cycle of the Six Paths—all lie within it. It may be said that 'the myriad dharmas arise from the heart.'"
"Within the East Sea Sword Palace, sword cultivators possess such a heart as well. Yet the transformations of sword intent are always but a flash of radiance, like wild winds coursing through the heavens or lightning flickering. My sword takes the meaning of evening rain falling without end, condenses Creation's power, and may be considered a fresh design of its own."
Su Che