A moment ago, the Snow Lotus had been unleashing the power of a Great True Monarch. Now, it had vanished as if it were all just an illusion.
'Overwhelming the enemy with force and crushing them with power shouldn't be the entirety of the Sword Dao... As long as I choose the right Sword Intent, propping up a crumbling tower with a single beam isn't an impossible feat.'
Bai Zichen sheathed his sword and stood tall, his heart overflowing with intense joy.
It wasn't because he had defeated the Ten Thousand Years Snow Lotus, but because he had made great strides in the Sword Dao, reaching a completely new level of understanding.
The Swordsmanship that had been forming in his mind now had a rough outline after this battle.
Perhaps in a few years, a Swordsmanship that was uniquely his would truly be born.
Bai Zichen descended from his Sword Light and landed firmly on Qii Mountain, admiring the Immortal Reception Platform with great interest.
