Every stroke seemed to possess a life of its own, resembling two giant dragons soaring through the nine heavens, imbued with boundless true meaning of the Sword Dao and an unmatched, fierce sword Qi. That sword Qi felt palpable as it darted and wove between the characters, chilling one to the bone.
Anyone with a cultivation level below a Spirit Saint who remained ignorant of their own limits and stared at these two characters for too long would instantly be wounded by the formless yet intensely fierce sword Qi within them. First, a stinging pain would pierce their eyes as if sharp needles had been driven deep into them, followed immediately by dizziness and vertigo, making the world spin as though thousands of sharp swords were stabbing straight into their souls, hacking them to pieces and grinding them into nothingness. That agony was indescribable, akin to being thrust into the Avici Hell, where one could neither live nor die.
The tall buildings surrounding the estate were arranged in an orderly fashion, echoing one another like a meticulously choreographed grand movement of a symphony. Bathed in the generous sunlight, they flashed with a dazzling, brilliant radiance, resembling dreamlike palaces built from the world's most precious gems.
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