Had they won just like that?
How had they won just like that?
Zhuo Rusui nearly shouted the question, but looking at the expressions of Zhao Layue and the others, and the complicated expression on Shen Yunmai's head, he forcibly swallowed it back. Yet much still puzzled him.
That little child had tottered toward the wheelchair, and the wheelchair had kept retreating. Now the child had jumped onto it, and this Sword Contest, which should have been spectacular-and indeed had been spectacular... had been decided just like that?
"You didn't use Nan Qu's Sword Ghost Technique. You merely separated your Divine Soul from your body. How could you be so powerful?"
Shen Green Mountain looked at the child on his knees and asked, "Can this path truly be followed to the end?"
"We're walking the same path."
The child looked at him and said, "I've simply gone farther than you."
The Other Shore was not the end of the Great Dao. It merely meant crossing a small river.
Beyond the river stood countless more high mountains, and everyone was climbing.
There might be many paths up the mountain, but the summit was the same.
Whether by an active or passive choice, cultivating to this point seemed to mean gradually departing from tangible existence.
Shen Green Mountain's body had long since grown decrepit, and he had been unable to find a perfect way to transfer his soul, so he had chosen to place his consciousness within the All Things Sword Formation. Yet he had still retained part of his original body, not daring to leave it entirely.
Perhaps it was because he feared an unknown form of existence; perhaps it was because he still had time.
"Why could you do it?" Shen Green Mountain asked.
The child said, "After you left,