She even felt that she wasn't seeing a sword being wielded, but rather witnessing commonfolk at work: an old farmer tilling the land, a fisherman casting his net, and a blacksmith forging iron...
Each sword stroke seemed to represent a profession of the commonfolk, yet these professions paradoxically gave her the illusion of being akin to certain paths of Immortal Cultivation.
Vaguely, she even felt this sword strike resonated with the universe!
This, after all, was Cao Zhen's true Sword Dao!
This sword, although exquisite, she had moves equally exquisite in her past life, some even more mysterious.
What was truly terrifying about this sword was its Sword Intent!
The Black Lotus Demon watched, as if faintly blending with the universe, the descending sword, his pupils suddenly contracted, a boundless fear welled up in his heart, making him feel at the brink of collapse.
