The woman chuckled lightly and looked forward, "Disciple, how have you been?"
This woman was QI Lan, and Elder of the None Clouds Sovereign Sect, and the former master of Mo Huai. She had also taught Hamar and Jin formations before, just the basics.
She wore a white glowing dress that despite there being no wind, still flowed as if there were. It looked like a river or a waterfall, ink across a page.
She had flawless jade skin framed by jet black flowing hair and adorned with golden accessories. She smiled lightly as she stepped closer to Mo Huai.
Mo Huai bowed lightly, "Come with me, master. I have a few things...I need to tell you."
***
Hamar woke up in his old hut and felt a sense of nostalgia as he awoke with complete peace. He was safe.
He stretched in bed and stood up, getting dressed and standing outside. He stood in the shining sun outside of his hut and closed his eyes.
"ah..." He took a deep breath and relaxed, basking in the warm sunlight. Then after a few moments he dropped and opened his eyes, picking up his sword by his door.
As he picked it up, he saw the damage it had took. This was a sword he had brought with him his whole journey, the very same one he had broke many times and fix temporarily.
He could run his hand over the edge and feel every notch and uneven metal from his amateur repairs. As he did, he recalled what caused those damages each time.
"Let's get you fixed up, ol' partner"
He had many opportunities to fix or even replace his sword but each time he was close a force pulled him back to his original sword.
Hamar chuckled as he recalled a piece of philosophy that was important to law cultivation.
"Essence huh...I guess this sword has the essence of my sword as it went through all these experiences. I can't simply replace her..."
He felt the sword's weigh tin his hands and felt at peace. In that relaxation, he moved position and held the sword in the way he would to attack.
Phewww
Taking a deep breath, he loosened his grip and visualised. "No." He stopped visualising and instead he brought up the feelings he was experiencing.
Sometimes, an emotion can be evocative of a million images. His hairs raised, goosebumps over his arms.
Without even thinking, his feet started to move. One step, two step, three, four...
Nostalgia.
Pain.
Relaxation.
Restlessness.
Contradictions.
Emotions welt up and each step combined with the previous. Then his arms started dto move similarly, each swing flowing into the next.
The emotions bubbled ups Nd affected his white aura, they transformed. Blue. Yellow. Green. Purple. Red.
The aura b came tinged with colour, both white yet not at the same time. They transformed, the blue turned to water. Each movement flowing like a river into the next movement.
Red like fire, each swing of the sword letting out wisps of life flames. Green, like tree branches his movements became grounded. Yellow like the sun, it radiated warmth. Et cetera, and so on.
From the outside, his hut on the edge of town became bedazzled with a symphony of colours. And each person who would see those movements, see those slashes, see those colours...they would all feel something being brought up from their consciousness.
Hamar finished his sword movement with a final slash, he jumped and landed on his tip toes. Then he raised his sword high into the sky and with a small injection of golden aura, stabbed into the ground.
Instantly, ravines formed where the sword clouded and rainbow lights shot out from within them. The cracks were illusory and spread further than Hamar could imagine.
His body felt relieved but drained, and at that moment he passed another breakthrough. Without so much as a tribulation, his aura broke through.
Those that contacted the rainbow lights all became invigorated with various emotions. Random people in the streets cried out, scrunched fists, stared into the distance longingly.
And in the vicinity of that small cabin, Hamar stood emotionless staring at his hands. Where he was holding a sword, now air only stood.
Yet Hamar knew there was more. His white aura which should've been drained seemed stronger than ever, it was slime within that breakthrough he absorbed a huge amount of mana.
He didn't need instructions, in doing his swordsmanship technique, he knew what had occurred.
"Sword Soul"
Without so much as a single fluctuation of his power, Hamar held out his hand and a sword formed. It looked like his poorly forged sword that he had been lamenting yet at the same time it was...different.
"My Sword Soul has formed, formed from my soul it took the shape of my most prized sword and is formed entirely from my own being."
"The world cannot control this anymore, it is made from my own soul and my own laws...aura laws."
Initially the sword felt like a phantom but in his relaxation, Hamar shot out rainbow aura from his self into the ground.
The floor shook before the rainbow lights dissipated and the earth moved into the phantom sword, turning it into something physical from his own laws.
***
Mo Huai had introduced himself to Qi Lan's disciple and explained the scenario. He explained that Yi Sect had taken his first disciple and now his second disciple, Hamar, wanted to help bring him back.
Then he began explaining something else..."And Yi Sect's philosophy actually is beca- I...I forgot..." As he tried to recall what Hamar had told him, there was something important. Hamar had told him something about why Yi Sect did what they did...but...what was it?
And as soon as his confusion spread to Qi Lan and her disciple, a power washed over the three of them and all confusion disappeared.
"Where was I? Oh yes, Hamar!" They glossed over it again, the world censorship could not be stopped by Hamar's royal authority permanently.
"A breakthrough!" As he was explaining more, he felt an extent strong disturbance in Solar Tomb. It was undetectable what it was, but he could detect what it had done to him.
"It must be Hamar! Quick, follow!"