At that moment, within his Purple Mansion.
At some unknown point, a tiny crimson sword, two fingers long and wide, had appeared, swaying in the nether void and exuding a fierce sword intent and killing intent!
It seemed ready to burst out of his body at any moment and cleave both him and the world before him in two.
Its edge was keen and sharp, with nothing able to withstand it!
But when he directed his thoughts to touch the blade.
Apart from conveying the name "Formless Lie Sword Cave" and the method of opening it, the tiny crimson sword released no other information.
Like a lifeless object without intelligence, it gave no answer no matter how Chen Heng called to it.
When exactly had this thing taken up residence in his body?
What purpose did the Formless Lie Sword Cave serve?
Or what was the Formless Lie Sword Cave's true origin...
All these doubts.
Could find no answers.
After pondering for a moment, Chen Heng beckoned gently.
In an instant, the tiny crimson sword shook free of his Purple Mansion and drifted down between his palm and fingers, so light it seemed weightless.
As the saying went:
The Purple Mansion stood within thought; thought and intent required upright stillness. Know pure clarity, ever lucid, and this was the Purple Mansion's pivot essentials realm.
This inner and outer mansion existed both within and outside the body, poised between the unreal and real, seemingly illusory yet true, born into existence innately.
Whether foolish mortals or sages, everyone possessed it: the source from which life and nature were fashioned!
But only those who cultivated their minds to "wondrous contemplation without desire" could discern the Heavenly Pass Gate's location in the unseen and faintly sense their own Purple Mansion.
And only those