The courtyard fell quiet for a moment.
Li Li frowned slightly, lost in recollection. Only after a long while did he shake his head and say slowly, "He never used it in front of me."
"But... I remember him mentioning it in passing once. He seemed to have given that Divine Ability a name."
"Called... 'Sword Dao True Body of Ten Thousand Ages and a Thousand Worlds.'"
He smiled. "An odd, awkward name. As for what wondrous art it actually was, or what powers and effects it had... this old man doesn't know either." "That brat's words were a mixture of truth and falsehood. No one could ever tell for sure."
Sword Dao True Body of Ten Thousand Ages and a Thousand Worlds?
What a long name for a Divine Ability...
Song Yan repeated it silently to himself.
His understanding of Divine Abilities now far surpassed what it had once been.
Whether Sword Intent or spells and Divine Abilities, they were, in truth, simply cultivators' insights into the Great Dao of this world, ultimately expressed through immortal arts. Thus, Divine Abilities actually had no names-or rather, you could call a Divine Ability you comprehended yourself whatever you liked.
Still, Senior Brother Chen's choice of such a name was indeed rather peculiar and difficult to fathom.
But Song Yan had only asked casually out of curiosity in the first place.
Chen Linyuan had long since fallen. Knowing what his Divine Ability did would no longer mean anything.
Song Yan roughly guessed that, since he had comprehended the final part of the Avīci Prison Sword Intent from Sole Laughter, its effects were likely also concerned with slaughter. With that thought, Song Yan stopped dwelling on it and bowed respectfully.
"Thank you for clearing up my doubts, Master. This disciple will take his