Because once this immortal diagram had fully unfolded within the boy's Mindscape Realm, another equally breathtaking change began to appear upon it without warning.
Where the winding length descended from the horizon and approached the space above Pei Ye's head, there was a tightly knotted coil. Pei Ye had thought it was merely a feature of its shape, but now a clear light bloomed from within.
There was no describing how deeply this sight shook him. Only now did he realize that the two thin streaks of dark blue stretching toward the heavens at the upper right had not originally belonged to the diagram.
Nor were they markings on the long whisker. Those irregular lines were wounds.
They followed the whisker's winding course all the way down to the mortal world, growing clearer and denser the farther down they went. Magnificent dragon blood lay within those wounds like a starry sky.
At their densest center, right upon that tightly knotted coil, a little white sword was embedded.
It was neither metal nor iron, and even jade seemed vulgar beside it. It seemed a solid object, yet looked as though it had been cast from a piece of sky, encompassing high winds and lofty snows, icy heavens and pale clouds.
This was the source of those hundred-thousand-zhang bloody fissures. The long whisker descending from the Immortal Lord's true body like the sky itself had been pinned in midair like a snake beneath that sword, with magnificent blue cracks like fractured porcelain spreading all the way to where it met the heavens.
"..."
Pei Ye could not speak for a long time. Behind him, on the back of the ten-zhang platform, the shadow cast by this little sword was circular, utterly regular and perfect, clearing away all the purple bamboo and white