Meng Chuan badly wanted to say something to the Virtuous Heavenly Venerable.
If you have something to say, just say it! How am I supposed to know what you're up to if you don't?
How am I supposed to know what you want if you don't say it?
This is all benefit and no harm to me, and it doesn't hurt you either.
Just say it!
People like him always had to shroud everything they said and did in clouds and mist, even when the matter was perfectly simple.
I give you the Water Ancestor's remains. If you're willing, help me with one thing; if not, forget it.
Why hide it?
Why not be straightforward like us?
Meng Chuan shook his head. The Great Dao Jade Disc appeared, turned into a sword, and settled into his hand. He swung it.
Not at True Martial, but at the Life-and-Death Origin Point—and the Water Ancestor's remains.
Peerless sword energy erupted, prying at the Origin Point of Life and Death.
This was a place close to the Dao, and what Meng Chuan wielded now was a peerless divine art of the Other Shore.
Divine arts of this level could all be called secret arts of the Dao.
The foundational Great Dao of every Other Shore Being was an aspect of the Great Dao. Upon forming a Dao Fruit Embryo, they gained complete mastery over the Great Dao.
The very Great Dao that could only be forcibly named Dao.
Their secret arts could naturally be called secret arts of the Dao.
And of all the Other Shore Secret Arts Meng Chuan had mastered, the most were sword arts.
The Seven Swords of Heaven-Cutting. The Four Immortal-Slaying Swords.
A sword was sharpness. A sword was conquest.
Nothing could be more fitting as a lever to