At the very least, An Ruoshui's warning was something he could not hand over to the Immortal Sects.
That thing made it far too easy to expose the existence of the Three Realms Mirror.
No matter how small the chance, as long as it existed, Tang Changsheng could not take the risk.
True Lord Wu lightly stroked the scroll and said, "No wonder you knew a few sword moves when you went to rescue Qin Qingyan. Tell me, what can you see in this painting now?"
He passed the scroll back to Tang Changsheng.
"I see a sword in the painting, Master. A Flying Sword!"
That was no lie. To Tang Changsheng, those lively lines were no longer lines at all, but a nimble Flying Sword wheeling through the air.
The sword was like a swimming dragon, swift as a swan in flight!
"Only a sword? What else do you see?" True Lord Wu asked, dissatisfied.
Tang Changsheng knew True Lord Wu meant to guide him. He focused and looked closely.
He had lost count of how many times he had studied this scroll. But at True Lord Wu's question, the painting changed before his eyes.
The entire image shattered. Figures, lines—everything broke apart.
All he could see was cold light flashing on every side and Sword Qi crisscrossing the void. Its edge carried a force that seemed capable of ending the lonely emptiness of the cosmos.
Within each frost-bright sword blossom and cold star, Stars seemed to be born and extinguished. Countless universes and boundless reaches of Spacetime rose and fell in that cycle.
Tang Changsheng did not know how long it took before he woke from that dreamlike state.
He knew this was the Immortal Sects' method of transmitting insight directly into the heart.
Lu Yuanzhen and Immortal