Each morning, the sun rose in the east; each night, the moon sank in the west.
After half a night of regulating his breathing and recovering, Lian Youming sat cross-legged on the rooftop, gazing between the high-rises at a sliver of daylight slowly emerging beneath the morning clouds. Sensing the yang energy rising between heaven and earth, he practiced the Witnessing Art, the keen light in his eyes flickering and shifting like water.
Unlike before, ever since he had experienced that saber grandmaster's insights into the Martial Way last night, the spiritual radiance gathering and dispersing in Lian Youming's eyes had resembled two masses of lightning and fire colliding, becoming more tightly concentrated, his spirit ever purer.
He exhaled softly. With each breath in and out, the keen light in his eyes gathered and dispersed in turn. When it gathered, his glances shone as though extraordinary colors and light were constantly blossoming within them, a fierce, vigorous energy rising and falling inside, like a sharp sword in its sheath waiting to unleash unparalleled killing power. When it dispersed, it was like drifting clouds on the horizon, vanishing without form in an instant and leaving the blacks and whites of his eyes even more distinct, as though they had gained an indescribable magic.
The Witnessing Art required no tempering of Imitative Force. Instead, it used the sun and moon as objects of visualization, concentrating one's Sharpness and Killing Intent and merging them with the spirit, making the eyes like divine swords with which to subdue an enemy.
It seemed to amount to only a few words, but none of the three essentials-essence, energy, and spirit-could be missing. Each contained the others, like fuel, fire, and wind. All three had to be pure and concentrated, and blend as completely as milk and