[The Sword Watched by the Immortal]
He had truly slaughtered Him.
Not defeated, not killed. This sword stroke had been like pinning down a chicken's head and chopping it off.
Of course it was slaughter.
This seemingly invincible Sky Tower that had loomed over the city-His corpse now lay sprawled here.
Everything fell quiet. The clear, lofty autumn sky, the thick carpet of fallen leaves in the mountains, the sparse breeze brushing everyone's faces and heads.
Pei Ye had witnessed the entire sword stroke.
When he emerged from the woods, he saw that stroke gathering back into the old man's hand.
Pei Ye raced over and caught the tottering old man, holding his breath. "Grandpa Yue-"
He looked down, saw the great swath of blood on the black clothes, and his heart turned cold.
Yue Muzhou chuckled softly. "It's all right. Find me somewhere to sit."
Pei Ye helped him lean against a tree, and the old man drew a deep, gasping breath.
Turning to see the boy's stiff expression and body, the old man smiled. "Don't worry. I've got plenty of true qi. I can live quite a while yet."
Pei Ye pressed his lips together and said nothing.
He turned to look. Black Cat was coming over with the Bead in its mouth, while Ming Qitian still stared blankly at the Immortal Lord's corpse, as though that sword stroke still lingered in her sight.
Being able to enter the state of enlightenment cultivators painstakingly sought, at any time and place, was another privilege bestowed by "Bright Mirror, Ice Reflection."
"Girl." Yue Muzhou feebly interrupted her enlightenment. "Whenever you recall it in the future, you can comprehend it again."
Ming Qitian snapped back to herself, turned, and strode over, crouching before Yue Muzhou.
"Senior."
"There's something we need to