Wang Xiaoqiang said, spreading his arms, opening his hands, palms facing upward, in a gesture of holding up the heavens.
At the same time, in his mind, he engaged in various visualizations, imagining himself as a constellation in the starry sky.
As his visualization progressed, above the starry sky, winds rose and clouds surged, forming two vortexes of storms. From these tumultuous vortexes, two massive forces were born, crashing down mightily to eventually land in Wang Xiaoqiang's hands, manifesting as two ethereal swords.
In his right hand was the Yang Sword, and in his left, the Yin Sword.
Wielding the twin swords, Wang Xiaoqiang took on the postures of sword dancing, performing mysterious moves as depicted on the Pisces constellation.
His heroic flair blossomed, and his sword movements were elegant, just like the Ancient Sword God of old.
The Yin Sword and Yang Sword moved in tandem, the Yang Sword as fierce as fire, the Yin Sword as gentle as water.
