Mo Yun: "???"
Lin Qingxue slowly exhaled and continued, "One slash. He used just one slash."
Mo Yun gave her a thumbs-up. "Badass."
Chatting casually, the two began climbing the neatly arranged steps, which looked as though they had been carved by hand.
As they climbed, Lin Qingxue explained, "These mirror-smooth steps were also carved out as a by-product of that slash the Blade Saint delivered over three hundred years ago."
Only after hearing this did Mo Yun notice that the steps beneath his feet were indeed absurdly smooth, as though they had been painstakingly polished.
"That ability is downright heaven-defying..." Mo Yun could not help marveling.
He had never imagined that high-level martial artists possessed not only the supreme power to shatter mountains and rivers with their fists, but also delicate skills akin to engraving words on a grain of rice.
But on second thought, he no longer found it strange.
After all, as their cultivation increased, their level of existence would continually ascend, and both their mastery of their own bodies and their control over true essence would keep improving.
Once their cultivation reached a certain level, achieving meticulous precision in every aspect of their abilities would hardly be difficult.
Just as Mo Yun was pondering this, Lin Qingxue reminded him, "By the way, junior brother, we can't use movement techniques to climb these steps quickly. We have to rely on our physical strength and slowly ascend one step at a time."
After a pause, Lin Qingxue explained, "Because these steps, and even the entire mountain, are imbued with the blade intent and blade momentum seeping out of the Blade Tower. The higher we go, the stronger they become."
"If we climb too quickly, our bodies won't have time to adapt to the blade intent and blade momentum,