But this young man stood on the Power Upanishad Formation of the Way of the Sword, holding the stone sword as streams of brilliance converged, embodying the Unity of Man and the Heavens, and softly uttered the Taoist music:
"Name like fire."
"Fire adeptly burns all things to ashes and resides where everyone desires, thus contradicting the Path."
These words left millions of spectators from the Golden Apricot in confusion, but face to face, Hua Changdeng was stirred, grasping something:
The young ghost in front, was he truly defining "name"?
He was treading a brand new path, one that no one in the Ancient Sword Cultivation World had ever ventured!
Indeed, what this young man said was not incorrect.
Name is like a raging fire, best at burning everything down, and extinguishing alongside what it burns.
Yet in the mundane world of thousands, with spiritual cultivation pursued, who hasn't chased after fame and fortune?
Dynasties turn to graves, beauties to skeletons.
