"Peering into the Yin to break the Yang, heaven and earth converge at the divine pivot; the Sword is void, the heart is the reality, the heart follows the movement of the Sword, the Sword follows the intent of the heart…"
Emperor Chang Shengzun chanted solemnly, his voice resonating with ethereal clarity. Seated in the lotus position atop an ornate meditation platform inside his flying warship, he radiated an oppressive, divine aura. His presence alone could silence the wind and bend the clouds. Around him, spiritual energy surged and flowed like a river of light, coalescing into a sword-shaped vortex that danced around his body in perfect harmony.
Emperor Chang Shengzun was not merely a sword cultivator—he was the sword cultivator, a legend spoken of with reverence across the realms. A Nascent Soul powerhouse who once singlehandedly split a mountain range in half, his mastery of the Dao of the Sword was unparalleled.
