Kill the Ghost!

The long wind howled.

The last light of day grew dim.

The sword's radiance stretched Xu Yuan's shadow long, as though he walked alone through a desolate Heaven and Earth, with no one left beside him.

Sunset sank in the west; a heartbroken traveler stood at the edge of Heaven.

Yang Xiaobing watched, covering her mouth as her eyes stung and tears streamed down her face.

She had already taken the Special Admission Tests at several universities. She knew what she was seeing.

Imago.

It was a word students would not encounter until university.

It meant a skill had long since shed its old skin and been transformed. The Heavenly Dao had recognized it; its wielder's martial spirit and ideas had resonated with Heaven and Earth and Humanity. Only then would the Heavenly Dao bestow a word upon it.

With Imago, a person could even hold their own in the Arts Realm, a world devoted to enlightening all under Heaven!

She remembered how he had practiced swordsmanship until he could no longer lift his arms. She remembered his years of hard work, and how he had given his all in the Monthly Exam.

So that was his Imago. So that was how lonely he was.

Yang Xiaobing let the tears fall. She bit her lip so hard it bled, heedless of the pain, her gaze fixed on Xu Yuan. She refused to look away for even a moment.

"Teacher, was that Imago?" a student asked.

"It was Imago."

The white-haired elder stared at the stage without blinking and spoke softly.

The young teacher clapped his hands and sighed.

"At his age, with swordsmanship like that, he's even developed Imago... 'Limitless prospects' doesn't begin to cover it."

Over on the North River Fifth High School side...

The principal's grin stretched so