There was none of the unfamiliarity he had expected. Chen Beiwu could clearly feel the breathing of the Profound Blade in his hand.
That breathing was not a living creature drawing breath, but an internal rhythm, more like a "divine" intent taking shape.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
As the heartbeat continued to sound, a peculiar sense of synchronization arose within Chen Beiwu, as though the Profound Blade's rhythm overlapped with his own heartbeat and aura, their minds connected, merging completely into one.
In this state, all stray thoughts vanished from Chen Beiwu's spiritual terrace, and his mind immersed itself in the resonance of the Profound Blade in his hand.
"Hum!"
The next moment, Chen Beiwu followed his impulse, lifting the Profound Blade and giving it a gentle swing.
The Profound Blade cut through the void, producing an unfathomably deep black line.
"Ying!"
Zhiling's eyes shifted, taking on a solemn look.
The slash seemed effortless, but with its mastery of the Dao of Space, it could sense the tyrannical power within.
What a powerful slash!
Golden Egg's dragon eyes contracted, and a chill instinctively rose within it.
That chill did not stem from distrust of Chen Beiwu, but from the Three-Aspect Mysterious Flood Dragon's keen perception of danger.
Without exaggeration, merely watching that slash from the side gave it the illusion that its dragon body had been cleaved in two.
Iron Egg and Xuele exchanged a glance, their expressions delighted.
In their eyes, the stronger their master was, the better!
This feeling is simply indescribable.
Chen Beiwu opened his eyes, divine light shining brightly within them.
Though he had never studied saber techniques, the moment he gripped the hilt, splitting, chopping, sweeping upward, hooking, thrusting, slicing, cleaving, pressing, concealing, and all manner of other saber techniques resonated with Chen Beiwu's Nascent Soul