Soften the Light, Mingle with the Dust

"Boom!"

In just a moment, Fang Zelin felt a sword slash across the sky in front of him, and then Falling Stream Mountain was split in two.

That sword strike, just as Song Zheli had said, came from the sky, a long, distant slash.

"Amazing!"

Sensing the sword strike from within, Fang Zelin quickly opened his eyes, a sense of horror washing over him.

"Brother Fang, are you perhaps afraid?"

Fang Zelin was still thinking about the sword strike he had just received when a voice came from below.

Fang Zelin looked over upon hearing the sound and saw that Song Zheli and the others had already reached the bottom of the cliff, while Fang Zelin was still in the same spot.

Upon seeing this, the group burst into laughter.

Fang Zelin responded and immediately went downstairs, still trying to sense the sword strike.

However, this time, when Fang Zelin tried to sense it again, he couldn't.

The sword strike just now, let's just consider it as the sword momentum. After hundreds of years, it has already dissipated when Fang Zelin sensed it.

Upon noticing this, Fang Zelin was immediately disappointed.

Song Zheli was still waiting below, and Fang Zelin quickly composed himself and headed down.

A moment later, Fang Zelin arrived at the foot of the mountain stream.

Song Zheli called out, then continued walking forward, "A little ahead is Twin Moon Pool Twin Moon Pool Lake. It's extremely beautiful, a place that makes people linger. In the height of summer, even more people come here to escape the heat."

As they spoke, they walked along a path, with bamboo groves on one side. As the bamboo groves swayed, dappled sunlight fell on the ground like starlight.

When Fang Zelin arrived at Twin Moon Pool, he discovered that the Twin Moon Pool was not deep, but the water was very clean and clear.

Fish were swimming in the pool; if it weren't for the fish, the pool would be completely invisible at first glance.

Seeing this scene, Fang Zelin couldn't help but think of that ancient text.

There were about a hundred fish in the pool, all seemingly swimming in mid-air without anything to rely on; the sunlight shone through to the bottom, casting shadows on the stones.

I'll carve this "Record of the Little Stone Pool" onto the stone next to me, so that others can also appreciate this piece of writing.

Thinking of this, Fang Zelin couldn't help but smile.

Twin Moon Pool Lake is indeed a place of exceptional beauty.

Around noon, a group of people brought out food boxes filled with pastries and cakes, and then invited Fang Zelin to try them.

Fang Zelin didn't bring any food with him when he left home. Normally, with his stamina, he could have explored the whole area in one morning.

I didn't expect this change to happen.

Invited by the group, Fang Zelin sat down and enjoyed the pastries they had brought.

After eating and drinking their fill, the group took a stroll and then prepared to head home.

Fang Zelin thought that there should still be the same sword stance on the other wall, so he cupped his hands and said goodbye to the other party.

After all these people had disappeared, Fang Zelin immediately went to the other side of the cliff.

This time, Fang Zelin did not act rashly, but first spoke to Bearing the Heavens behind him.

"There is a sword aura on this cliff. I use the Supreme Sensitivity to communicate with you. See if you can learn even a fraction of it."

Upon hearing this, Bearing the Heavens immediately buzzed, appearing somewhat excited.

Seeing Bearing the Heavens respond, Fang Zelin no longer hesitated and immediately calmed down to sense the sword aura.

Soon, the same scene repeated itself.

A gleaming sword slashed down from afar, carrying immense power as it poured forth.

Upon sensing this scene, Bearing the Heavens couldn't help but let out a buzzing sound, and then the sword automatically flew up and directly touched the cliff face.

It absorbed all the remaining sword energy.

In Fang Zelin's eyes, however, the sword struck Bearing the Heavens Sword directly as it fell, and Bearing the Heavens Sword absorbed it with a hum.

"Goodness, you're so clever!"

Upon seeing this, Fang Zelin's face lit up with joy. If the Bearing the Heavens Sword absorbed this sword energy, it would surely benefit from it!

Bearing the Heavens Sword was also overjoyed at this moment, its buzzing sound continuing. However, the cloth that was originally wrapped around it was torn to shreds.

Fang Zelin reached out to examine it and immediately felt a bone-chilling sensation around the Bearing the Heavens Sword.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the Bearing the Heavens Sword was unable to fully contain this sword energy within its blade, causing it to rage wildly around it.

It also contains the sharpness of the Bearing the Heavens Sword itself.

At this moment, the Bearing the Heavens Sword also had a spiritual light flickering between light and shadow on its blade.

Fang Zelin was taken aback upon seeing this.

The Bearing the Heavens Sword was already incredibly sharp, and now, with the added force of its sword, it was impossible to control.

There's no way to hide now.

This means there's no way to bring the Bearing the Heavens Sword into the city.

If someone gets too close, Bearing the Heavens Sword could easily cut them.

"You need to tone it down, or you'll hurt someone."

Fang Zelin was not afraid of the sword aura emanating from the Bearing the Heavens Sword.

When he gets close to Bearing the Heavens Sword, these sword strikes will automatically avoid him and will not harm him.

But others can't.

Thinking of this, Fang Zelin brought Bearing the Heavens Sword to the top of the cliff, preparing to help Bearing the Heavens Sword control this sword momentum.

With the Bearing the Heavens Sword standing in front of him, Fang Zelin sat cross-legged and connected with Bearing the Heavens through the Supreme Sensitivity.

Bearing the Heavens hummed incessantly at this moment, as if he felt that this kind of sword aura was extremely well-matched with him, and that a swordsman should have such power.

Such swordplay, especially the way Bearing the Heavens witnessed the mountain-splitting power of the sword as it fell, made Bearing the Heavens feel that he should be like that.

When Fang Zelin realized Bearing the Heavens's meaning, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Bearing the Heavens was only recently born, like a blank sheet of paper. It seemed that Bearing the Heavens was drawn on it would be just as it should be.

"When you were first formed, you were already sharp and aggressive. Now, having absorbed this bit of sword energy, you are even more unyielding. How can this be acceptable?"

Fang Zelin felt like a caring father had come online and began to discipline Bearing the Heavens.

"Such swordplay has already affected you."

"We should blunt its sharpness, untangle its knots, soften its light, and mingle with its dust, so that it may remain serene and unchanging."

Fang Zelin patiently persuaded Bearing the Heavens, preparing him to properly perceive this sword aura and refine it for his own use.

"Still don't understand?"

The meaning conveyed by Bearing the Heavens amused Fang Zelin, who could only explain, "It means that being too sharp and outspoken is easy to be damaged, and that it's better to blend in with the world."

"The sword's sharpness is concealed within itself, hidden from view."

"Do you understand?"

Fang Zelin was extremely attentive and patient in teaching his spirit sword.

Bearing the Heavens has only recently taken shape; it can't afford to go astray like this.

Fang Zelin understood the principle that excessive rigidity leads to breakage.

This time, Bearing the Heavens seemed to understand, and the light on the sword began to flicker erratically, as if it were breathing.

Fang Zelin calmed down and helped Bearing the Heavens refine the sword energy.