Ding Hao was astonished for a moment.
The incomparably simple movement was performed in the hands of this vague figure, but it seemed to contain the supreme truth of vicissitudes of the universe and the shades of Heaven and Earth. There was some mysterious stuff with amazing implication. The great ease of Sword Intent attracted Ding Hao to obsessively indulge in it as his spirit was like walking upon the air, lost completely.
"Is that is 'Sword Intent'? That kind of extreme simpleness and abstruse implication, that sense which contains the universal changes of stars..."
Ding Hao was completely lost in the moment when the vague figure was waving the sword.
The right moment was like an eternal moment, transcending everything and also constraining everything.
As a cool breeze blew,
