The sword's edge gleamed coldly as Su Che swept out his hand.
Between heaven and earth, within all things, there was a connection that embraced everything.
His sword thrust forward, seeking that thread of all-encompassing existence.
Yin-Yang.
Yin and Yang sustained all things. They were the roots of heaven and earth.
Everything under heaven lay within the reach of the Yin-Yang Law, forever clashing with it and evolving through it.
Where life flourished, Yang surged. As old age drew near, Yin came close behind.
Within living beings, the Yin-Yang Law turned without cease. Life and death, aging, even breath itself—all shifted from one to the other.
All living beings were subject to the Yin-Yang Law.
Within the shadows behind the countless demons, something seemed to be taking shape.
Through the Three Realms-Subduing Wisdom King's Outer Dao refinement, Su Che stirred the Heart Demons of all living beings.
This was the "lure."
As greed, anger, and delusion—the Three Poisons—took shape, Su Che planted a "mark," or rather a "lure," inside each demon.
Then he moved his sword.
This stroke did not truly release sword intent. Instead, he searched within the Yin-Yang Law for a place to set his brush.
At last, Su Che found the few principles he knew best, those that resonated most deeply with his Dao Foundation.
The sword fell, cutting into the surface of the Yin-Yang Law.
The Lunar Essence Law trembled faintly. It governed souls and the netherworld: the undimmed spirit after death, death without decay, even aging and withering. All unfolded from it.
As this sword fell, the wails of ghosts and gods rang without end between heaven and earth.
This sword was "Ghost Cry."
A ghostly green sword mark suddenly opened behind countless demons, like the chilling finger of Yama's ghostly envoy, or the savage