The snow stirred up by the sword intent drifted down again, as though a fresh snowfall had arrived.
Monk of Joy slumped on the Great Nirvana, letting snowflakes settle on his tattered monk's robe. The sight was bleak and miserable, easily bringing places like broken temples to mind.
The First Child Sword had belonged to Nan Qu, the Mist Island Old Ancestor. Later, True Person Daoyuan of Green Mountain had seized it and given it to Jing Jiu. After countless legendary tales, it had finally returned to Green Mountain, only for him to send it to the imperial palace in Chaoge City. No one had expected it to appear here.
In the ranking of flying swords on the Chaotian Continent, beneath All Things stood the Nondual Sword and the First Child Sword. Now both were in Liu S sui's hands. As for the sword techniques he had used, the first move was Oneness of All Things. No one knew what the second was. It had something of the Netherworld Immortal Sword about it, but clearly was not.
In the end, the Great Nirvana had failed to withstand everything. A small opening had been torn in it.
Monk of Joy's Chan heart had been cleaved, his golden body broken. He had become a cripple.
But that did not mean everything was over.
Monk of Joy looked at Liu S sui in the sky, his eyes growing increasingly indifferent, with a strange darkness in them. "I admire the way your Jingyang lineage does things, and your methods. But at most, you can protect yourselves. Ultimately, you cannot solve other people's problems."
Those other people outside the Jingyang lineage were all of humanity.
Liu S sui's strength far exceeded his imagination, but it was still not enough, so he still had to do