The blade of Mount Hua’s sect leader swept through the mountain ridge, igniting twilight.The sudden surge of the crimson sunset silenced everything, as if compelled by the harmony of the sword strike, which moved faster than sound.


    The faint red glow rose, tracing the trajectory of the violet slash. In the next moment, the air of Mount Taebaek quivered violently, as if sucked into the blade’s wake.


    The snow blanketing the ridges dissolved like a dream. And then came the eruption.


    Boom!


    A gale swept across the ridge, accompanied by snow scattering in all directions. The exposed undergrowth and tree branches revealed their rusted winter hues.


    Jeong Yeon-shin kept his eyes wide open, staring ahead. Even calling it sublime seemed inadequate. This was transcendence embodied in a sword strike.


    "A realm where one can discuss the world with the purity of violet essence..."


    It felt as if his Baihui Point at the crown of his head had expanded infinitely. When would he ever reach that level? He hadn’t even begun to grasp half the hundreds of transformations contained within a single strike.


    The straight sword strike carried an inescapable profundity. It was as if it were meant to embody the pinnacle of martial arts.


    The Purple Radiance Divine Art and the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique.


    The display of an ancient master left no room for interpretation by lesser beings.


    It was on a completely different level from Jeong Yeon-shin’s usual insights into the state of others’ bodies and their energy flows.


    "This is what the fruits of training look like," he thought.


    Time itself had accumulated on a level far beyond Jeong Yeon-shin’s perceptive abilities.


    A sect leader of the Nine Schools wouldn’t be dull. Once, he had contemplated the martial prowess of Hahoe Wi-jin, Lord of Tianlin Fortress, for an entire year. Now, such musings were meaningless.


    The depth of technique and internal energy were incomprehensible. Perhaps by the time he turned nineteen, he might barely be able to withstand it.


    Jeong silently imprinted the twilight sword strike in his memory. It reflected the Daoist principle of Shuncheon—following the natural order. sea??h thё N??eFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    “You didn’t savor the feel of that strike, did you?”


    Beside him, Yulha Nangnang flicked her sword clean, the hem of her coat stirring the air with a bold sound.


    She had unleashed a sword strike capable of leaving even seasoned masters stunned, yet it seemed devoid of recoil. The moniker Flame Sword Divinity suited her perfectly.


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