At this moment, they stood again at the place where the real struggle began, on either side of the chasm that tore through the city. They walked silently along the cliff, their stroll gradually turning into a jog, and then into a sprinting charge. Qin Qianbai leaped first, crossing the slash mark, holding the Wanhua Blade aloft like a crescent bow, using the blood droplets from her wounds as arrows, shooting them towards the untouchable firmament.
I-Style·Riding Clouds, Chasing the Sun.
There was originally no one in the sky, but there was indeed someone. Klein's slash was blazing like a fierce sun, and as he raised his sword, he was half a body's height above Qin Qianbai. This less-than-a-meter gap was an unreachable eternity; the swordsman himself was the Blazing Angel at the topmost layer of Heaven, his sword the Holy Fire guarding the Supreme Heaven, and his will would seal off all the desires of the lowly.
