Bai Heng hoped.
At least on this timeline, the Iron Cavalry from seven hundred years ago would have a different ending.
Perhaps it would not be a happy one either, but at the very least, they would not have to sink into the meaningless cycle of "Nihility" like the tombs of the abyssal current.
Within the world of dreams and mirrors.
The Dreammaster had yet to leave.
Bai Heng still held that edict blade.
Though it remained sheathed, he held it in the Eight Phases opening stance of Izumo Swordsmanship.
Compared to the high stance focused on offense, the middle stance balancing offense and defense, the low stance focused on defense, and the side-waist stance that hid the blade behind the body to win by surprise.
The Eight Phases stance was suited for group combat, demanding awareness in every direction.
In Izumo, if a swordsman held his blade this way.
He would understand that his opponent possessed absolute confidence.
Now, opposing Bai Heng was not an enemy vast as mountains and seas, but the "unity of all" of that mirror empress's Family—the countless incarnations beneath the projection of "Harmony."
Yet he showed not the slightest hint of fear.
The Dreammaster naturally did not understand the meaning behind his sword stance, but he could read his aura.
Perhaps he had once doubted whether the other man was truly a dual Emanator, but at this moment, he was certain that even if Bai Heng did not possess the strength described in the rumors, he was still capable of bringing catastrophe upon them—upon The Family.
"What if you fail?" the Dreammaster asked in a deep voice.
"I often hear people say that whenever worldly matters hinge on the words 'what if,' things rarely go as hoped." Bai Heng said, using Breath Control. "Now,