The four cold Great Dao incantations of "Heaven and Earth are heartless" hung high in the void, resembling four invisible icebergs that suppressed the desolation and irony permeating the canyon. The dust of the remains, forged from the shattered sacred artifacts of the Three Teachings, had yet to settle. In the center of the ruins, the unscathed seedling of the Qingping Sword unfurled its tender emerald leaves amidst the ashes of the tribulation. Its faint yet tenacious vitality formed a glaring contrast with the incantations overhead.
Just at that moment of delicate balance between death and new birth—
"Hum..."
Chapter 445