Lu Feng had only meant to give it a try. After all, he had not taken in a single word. For him, this lecture given once every hundred years might as well never have happened, which was far too much of a shame.
Unexpectedly, the Sword Martial Venerable actually nodded. "We can try that. But the Dao encompasses the world, and only Pangu reborn could manifest it. I can only manifest my own insights into the sword."
With a casual flick of his finger, a sword rang out, stilling everyone's minds.
Then he opened his palm, and a small sword condensed from true qi appeared in his hand. It shattered inch by inch, becoming motes of white light that flew around him.
The Sword Martial Venerable slowly closed his eyes, and the motes of white light shone brilliantly. Everyone felt their vision darken, as though those lights were all that remained in the world.
Following his thoughts, the white lights flowed through the air like drifting clouds. Sometimes they became lofty mountains and flowing streams; sometimes they resembled a vast, misty sea. Thousands of troops and horses charged across battlefields, while elsewhere fishermen sang at dusk and waterbirds wheeled through the sky.
Scene after scene struck more powerfully than words, reaching straight into everyone's hearts, bringing both awe and delight.
Ao Wuming, Shi Ziye, Kuang Tianhao, and those with the light Dao body and dark twin Dao body watched intently. Even their fingers moved slightly, clearly working through something.
Leng Chunqiu and the wielders of the Five Divine Swords watched with utter fascination. Leng Chunqiu possessed the sword spirit Dao body, naturally attuned to swordsmanship, and had received personal guidance from the Sword Martial Venerable, making it easier for him to understand what the venerable manifested.
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