Constant Light trembled gently. On its mirror-bright blade, a golden sun blazed as it emerged from the sea of clouds.
Xu Xuan's face chilled. He gripped the sword tightly, his knuckles white, almost within reach of the truth behind it all. Lightning surged in his qi sea as he recalled the scene of his master's death, and the Foundation Establishment cultivator who had handed him that Blood Pill.
Zhu Yucheng seemed to take an interest. Looking at the younger man, he said gravely:
"Your master wanted to conceal everything, lest hatred blind you and drag you back into this web of cause and consequence."
"The Chen Household keeps its mouth shut, but I want to make things clear. I want you to understand your hatred, to hate with your eyes open, until you cannot even deceive yourself."
"What you hear today might mark the beginning of future calamity. Your death and the destruction of your sect would be nothing unusual. Have you thought this through?"
Xu Xuan did not hesitate for even an instant. He said gravely:
"I understand. Please enlighten me, senior."
Zhu Yucheng laughed aloud. The light of origin magnetism rippled ceaselessly around him, shifting the weight of everything nearby and making Xu Xuan unsteady.
"Since you have cultivated sword mystic qi, do you know of sword lineages?"
Xu Xuan's heart sank. Of course he knew. His own inheritance belonged to the [Profound Offering Sword Lineage]. Of the two forms of sword intent he had comprehended, one had been left by True Lord Constant Light and the other attained by his master. Both came from that lineage.
But if asked what determined their divisions, he did not know the reason. He replied:
"I have heard the term, but I do not know how it differs from an ordinary