The setting sun slowly descended, its blood-like afterglow receding like a tide. The sky looked as though a master painter had overturned a palette, brilliant and colorful, as cluster after cluster of crimson clouds rose like dreamlike flowers. Chen Yingjian stood tall and straight as a pine, taking long, firm strides as he walked down the mountain.
A gentle mountain breeze blew, rustling his clothes with a snapping sound. The loose gravel underfoot shifted slightly beneath his soles, emitting a crisp crunch.
When Chen Yingjian reached a spot halfway down the mountain, he stopped. Ahead lay a dim forest, its silence tinged with mystery and the unknown. He gazed quietly at the gloomy woods, his eyes deep and sharp. A moment later, a flash of piercing cold light abruptly crossed his gaze. He swiftly retrieved the Great Splitting Saber from his spatial pouch, the blade emanating a chilling radiance. Gripping the hilt, he strode forward.
Chapter 42