Dou Zhao often felt that this world could accommodate all his ambitions and all his talents. How lucky to be born here in this present world!
Yet, his eyes remained calm — clear as a mirror before a blink, muddled like mud after.
His Tianxiao Sword was still clasped between the palms of Moon Zen Master, and his Blade of God-Slaying was also blocked by that four-armed Buddha.
But he had already swung his blade!
One of the Seven Forms of Battle, Severing Nature to See Myself.
The killing intent of this blade directly slashed into Yue Tiannu's deepest consciousness.
In her serene, Buddha-light infused eyes, a trace of confusion emerged.
Severing Nature to See Myself… Who am I?
In countless moments of solitude, how could she not have asked herself this…
Who am I?
I am the innocent Buddhist nun worshipping in Xi Yue An.
I am the one sitting silently with the ancient Buddha and green lamps…
Yue Tiannu suddenly shuddered and woke up, but her clasped palms had already slackened.
