The flowers and grass around the small courtyard swayed as though buffeted by fierce winds, yet suffered no further damage.
The Emotion Sword placed the utmost emphasis on concentration—gathered but not dispersed. The sword light was held tightly under mental control and would not harm the innocent.
Chu Zhiyuan sensed the strange state of the sword light, hidden yet undying within the void.
In all the world, only sword light condensed with emotion as its guide could possess such profound mystery.
Without personally cultivating it to completion, it was difficult to imagine or experience its subtleties.
As he contemplated it, he struck out with his palm as a sword, without diminishing the sword technique's power in the slightest.
Li Baocheng also studied it closely. As he battled Chu Zhiyuan, he attempted to transform the sword net, turning emotion into enmity and love into hatred.
The sword net suddenly glowed purple. It flickered, then dispersed once more.
When Li Baocheng's sword net turned purple, Chu Zhiyuan's own sword net followed suit, becoming violet light.
He could accomplish it with ease, but Li Baocheng needed to try again and again.
A quarter of an hour later, Li Baocheng's face had gone pale, and his mental strength was flagging.
The sword net around him became incomparably dim before finally vanishing altogether.
Yet his eyes shone brightly, and he could barely contain his excitement.
Chu Zhiyuan retreated and swept his palm, dispersing the sword nets that filled the void.
The sword net around him was nearly everywhere, enveloping him within it.
It was like a net cast over Heaven and Earth.
Seeing this sword net, Chu Zhiyuan's realization deepened further.
The net of emotion truly was a net cast over Heaven and Earth—omnipresent, with no path of escape.
He felt that he was closer