Could it be that the Dao debate between those two great beings really was interrupted by Jiang Wang?
Lingxihua's eyes widened; she could not believe what she was seeing.
Jiang Wang himself was equally at a loss.
For the Knowledge and Hearing Bell, on which he had pinned such high hopes, failed to respond to Yu Zhen's former path; it had not even been able to touch Yu Zhen's Spiritual nature. Yet the one sword along the Tao Path by which he did all that lay within human means stirred up flying snow across the sky, making the firmament bitterly cold.
Could my sword truly stir the Long River of time, and sabotage the Transcendents' grand design?
Though the edge of his sword had not obtained Real Sense.
But that figure which represented Yu Zhen did indeed vanish.
And that imposing figure, crowned with top-cap and drooping tassels, stepped alone out of the Long River of time, and stepped back to the High vault of heaven.
