Wu Buxu dispersed with his sword.
When Chen Yi struck with that sword, Wu Buxu was already destined for death. Yet, in the fleeting moments before his demise, he summoned two more "Wu Buxu"s — united the Three Pure Ones, gathered his Qi anew, and unleashed the final sword strike of his life.
One sword mirrors heaven and earth.
Closing his eyes, the overwhelming sight of that sword still lingered.
Chen Yi drew upon his Qi, sat cross-legged, his blood flowing in streams, leaving crimson spots upon the ground.
It's all over...
The once number one under heaven had perished, his Dao extinguished. The sword that encompassed heaven and earth was but a final, fleeting brilliance, destined to become a disappearing legend of the martial arts world — no longer lasting than the Sword Immortals he once slew.
The Jianghu ages swiftly, a thousand autumns are unreachable.
