Two leisurely years passed like the drifting mist over the peak of Nine Cloud Peak.
Chen Sheng sat cross-legged in the depths of the cloud sea, beneath him was a rolling sea of clouds as thick as cotton. Within a three-zhang radius around him, the air was twisted by some invisible force, forming faint ripples.
His eyes were lightly closed, and his dark robe fluttered without any wind. As the hems of his garment fluttered, fine silver fragments fell like snow—that was the "sword shards" formed by the scattered condensation of Sword Essence.
"Buzz—"
A clear sword hum burst from within him, emerging not from any physical flying sword, but from the resonance of his body's qi and blood with his mana.
In an instant, countless pale green Sword Qi burst out from his body, shooting skyward like a fountain, exploding in the cloud sea.
