Xu Taiping's mind shuddered violently at those words.
What his master, Lü Daoxuan, had said filled him with unease.
"The last... sword strike?"
But before he could think further, a thunderous boom rang out, and Lü Daoxuan's enormous Dharma Aspect cleaved Moonfall, the Demon God Weapon that had shackled the bright moon, into nothingness.
Boom!
Though the bright moon shot skyward at tremendous speed under the Heavenly Dao Edict's impetus once freed from Moonfall's control, Lü Daoxuan's strike still swept across it with a swish, leaving a massive sword scar that spanned the entire moon.
Even after the bright moon returned to the firmament.
The spectating cultivators still stared at the enormous sword scar across it, speechless for a long time.
In the past.
Everyone had thought that "cleaving the sun and moon with a sword" was merely a sword cultivator's drunken boast. Never had they imagined they would witness someone cleave a bright moon with the might of a single strike.
Though the sword scar on the moon would gradually fade with time under the Heavenly Dao Edict's power.
To cultivators such as Xiahou You, the strike they had witnessed today would surely be recorded forever in the annals of the human race.
The Wilderness.
Unlike the others, what appeared in Xu Taiping's mind upon witnessing this strike was not the actual scene of Lü Daoxuan cleaving the bright moon, but countless archaic characters dancing ceaselessly through the firmament.
The seemingly ordinary strike actually contained myriad variations.
This was the greatest difference between cultivators who practiced the Hidden Sword Art and ordinary cultivators when they witnessed this strike.
It was also a means of communication unique to Lü Daoxuan and his disciple, Xu Taiping.
A moment later.
After standing motionless for a long time, Xu Taiping finally committed