[On the way, Bai Qingli saw the borderlands filled with cries of despair. In the midst of sorrowful screams, the surviving people burned the bodies of their deceased loved ones. She became increasingly silent, her heart growing colder, and in her pure eyes, only the black mist and the path forward towards death remained.]
"Sword Intent, is this the true Four Realms Blade Technique and the Sword Intent above Peak Blade Momentum?!"
"Sword, Sword Technique, Sword Intent!"
At this moment, Su Mu's eyes were filled only with the sword. He had never felt such pure and boundless memories. The latter part of Bai Qingli's memories seemed to be carried within the Sword Intent.
One strike after another, each strike not only landed within the black mist but also fell upon Su Mu, within Su Mu's Sea of Consciousness.
These pure, untainted Sword Dao memories continuously poured into Su Mu's body with each strike, then brutally merged into his flesh and bones.
