She left the Prince Consort's Mansion and wandered leisurely through the city, reins loose in hand.
The surroundings were bustling and prosperous. Shops of every kind lined the streets, taverns glowed brightly with lamplight, and the sounds of strings and pipes mingled endlessly with clamorous laughter.
The earlier abyss had involuntarily stilled her state of mind, leaving it placid and unruffled, as though everything in the world could be cast aside.
Now that she had returned to this flourishing mortal world, her state of mind slowly regained its liveliness.
Only then did she suddenly understand why Chu Zhiyuan had sent her out of the mansion to enjoy herself.
She truly needed such a balance. Otherwise, if she sank too deeply into it and could not pull herself free, it would greatly affect the circulation of her cultivation method.
She could not help thinking of the Abyssal Fall Sword Art, marveling at its profound wonders.
Its marvel did not lie in its sword forms, but in its sword intent—in defeating enemies with intent.
With the same move, one could directly gather the intent of the abyss through the sword form, engulfing the opponent and dragging them deep within it, causing them to lose all perception.
It produced an effect similar to an illusion art, yet it far surpassed illusion arts.
Compared to the sword arts she had cultivated before, this sword art was not merely of a different path—it was not even on the same level.
It led to a higher realm, touching the threshold of entering the void.
As she strolled along, she suddenly felt that she had become free.
It was the sense of unrestrained freedom that came after one's strength had risen—feeling that the world was vast, yet one could go anywhere within it.
After mastering the Abyssal