Fu Zheng found herself standing by a lake beneath a night sky in a daze.
A bright moon hung high in the heavens.
The lakewater was crystal clear to the bottom, now like a silver mirror reflecting the bright moon above.
There was one bright moon in the sky and another in the lake, shining upon each other.
She had transformed into a long sword and began stabbing at the moon in the water, again and again.
The sword entered the lake, yet the bright moon remained. No matter how she stabbed, she could not pierce it, raising only a faint ripple.
But as she continued stabbing, she discovered that the long sword she had become was turning insubstantial.
It was as though it had become a shadow, continuously entering the lake and colliding with the shadow of the moon within it.
When the long sword had substance, it could not touch the shadow and could only touch the lakewater.
But when the long sword became a shadow, it no longer encountered the water, but struck the moon's shadow instead.
Sword shadow and moon shadow collided again and again, seeking to destroy the moon shadow.
Yet she ultimately discovered that the sword shadow's way of destroying the moon shadow was not through killing, but through fusion.
So long as it merged into the moon shadow, the moon shadow would naturally cease to be a moon shadow.
This was the Way of Shadow Severing.
She slowly awoke.
A long sword appeared in her left pupil, while a bright moon appeared in her right.
Her emerald robes seemed shrouded in a layer of mist, becoming hazy and illusory.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded. "Not bad. Your comprehension is not bad."
Through the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, he had passed the artistic conception and