Chapter 1119 — True Meaning Seen Within the Blade's Edge
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To enter the Dao through the blade, comprehension alone would not serve; the blade must be drawn.
His spirit was like a seed not yet sprouted, growing only within its shell; it needed pressure, stronger pressure.
And Zai Fu drawing his blade was exactly that pressure!
Zai Fu had always been the harshest of teachers in Yincan Village, striking with ruthless force whenever he instructed Shen Mu; had Lord Huo not stood watch nearby so often, Shen Mu would long since have been hacked to death a hundred times over. This time was no exception!
With his long blade in hand, Zai Fu unleashed the first form of the Heavenly Blade, Night Cuts a Thousand Cities' Wind and Rain!
This was a blade art of the battlefield.
In Zai Fu's era, the finest weapon for the field of war was the blade—swift as a thunderbolt; the hand rises and the blade falls; on the sands of battle, only the swift of blade could survive!
As one who had comprehended the ninefold heavens of the blade-dao before ever attaining godhood, by the period of the Jingping Reform his attainments in blade art had likewise advanced by leaps and bounds!
As this whetstone, he could most certainly grind Shen Mu, this blade, bright as snow—grind him incomparably keen!