After comprehending the Sword God's Nine Flying Swords, Zhang Yue felt a surge of heroic pride in his heart, as if he possessed the power of Splitting the Heavens and Earth. Standing tall and straight in the valley, his aura billowed like surging waves, and his rustling clothes seemed to speak of his unmatched bravery.
At that moment, the valley resembled a breathtaking landscape painting. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the foliage, casting slanting beams of golden light in which dust particles danced like tiny sprites. A gentle breeze swept past, carrying the pure, refreshing fragrance of grass and trees—the most pristine scent of nature, soothing and invigorating. In the distance, overlapping mountain peaks were wreathed in clouds and mist, appearing and disappearing in the haze like fairy-tale pavilions, mysterious and beautiful.
Gazing into the empty space before him, Zhang Yue felt a powerful impulse surge within his chest: a craving for power and a yearning to explore the unknown. He raised his longsword high, its blade flashing with a cold glint as if merging with his very will. Taking a deep breath that made his chest heave violently, he let out a deafening shout: "Nine Flying Swords, Splitting the Heavens and Earth!" A brilliant flash of sword light cut through the void like lightning, instantly tearing a massive fissure in space. Within the rift, shimmering light flickered, as though leading to another mysterious realm.
Chapter 178