Sword light streamed like white silk, leaving only a single line between heaven and earth.
The marvel of Xin Metal was an intangible, formless principle, untouched by karma and beyond its reach. Ordinary Dao Arts touching it were like fishing for the moon in water or gazing at flowers through mist.
However vast one's Divine Abilities, one could not stop a strand of conceptual "principle."
Yet the sword was the edge of the heart.
Where thought reached, there the sword lay.
"Hiss!"
At that faint sound, Ancestor Yue's expression abruptly changed. The Golden Silk Thread in his hand snapped inch by inch, as though cut into incomplete fragments, no longer forming a whole.
"Huangfu Zhi!"
He roared in anger, abandoning Chu Mo beside him entirely and swinging the Geng-White Light in his hand straight at his opponent. Huangfu Zhi ignored him. His sword light never stopped, heading straight for the Myriad Spirits Fruit.
Ancestor Yue manifested the mysteries of his Dao, and boundless Geng-White Light directly severed every possibility of the future in which "the Sword Ancestor successfully obtained the fruit."
The Sword Ancestor's Divine Abilities were equally profound. Once that future was severed, his thoughts shifted, sharpening his sword's edge still further as he sought to force his way across the severed future.
With the future severed, could the sword's edge no longer reach the other shore?
If he believed it could reach, then it could!
What should have been impossible became possible through the workings of Huangfu Zhi's thoughts. The sword light abruptly crossed the invisible heavenly chasm and struck the stem of the Myriad Spirits Fruit.
Ding! A crisp metallic clang rang out between the stem and the sword light. The fruit should only have been knocked down by Xin Metal, yet now it swayed slightly beneath