Chapter 120: Finality Moon, Liminality Flower (6)

Chapter 120: Finality Moon, Liminality Flower (6)

Lan Xiaohui suddenly straightens, her movements unnatural. Wu Yulan mirrors Lan Xiaohuis motion, bracing her sword against the palm of her hand.

Lan Xiaohui leans forward, bending her knees slightly. Electrical sparks of purple-gold lightning form around her as she suddenly launches forward with explosive power.

Wu Yulan disappears, reappearing in the middle of the island in a burst of Qi so thick it appears like snow falling from the edge of her sword.

[ Transient Sword:

<>All is transient; all is finite. Where there is one; there are none. Where there are none; there are all. >

Martial Art inheritance of the Ancient Sky Dragon Empire.

First layer is suitable for Core Formation realm cultivators.

Efficiency bonus: 18% (Due to similarity with [Fractured Sword])

Current efficiency: 41% ]

When the two meet in the middle of the island, a great explosion of energy occurs that blows away the glowing motes of enlightenment, forming two jets of energy one black and red, the other white and blue. Tongues of lightning spark from my vessel, striking into the snow falling off Wu Yulans sword; at the point where our vessels touch the metal glows with an orange hue, and a loud hissing sound is produced by the water vapor transforming into mist.

When the forces balance, the recoil follows pushing the two away from each other all the way to the edge of the island. The remnants of the two jets of energy fall around them like petals of black and white flowers, disappearing before they touch the ground.

The rocks pulse again in the brief moment of stillness.

In their trance-like state, their hearts burn with the desire to meet each other time and time again; to cross their swords as many times as there are stars in the sky. This burning desire may not entirely be an effect of their enlightenment, because even in this state their expressions are of elation and joy. Even if one of them should break because of this, they both desire for their swords to sing their orchestra of mayhem guided by their conductor of enlightenment.

Wu Yulan flips her sword so that it points to the ground and then drops it.

Transient Sword, Wu Yulan whispers. Law of Emergence.

She lashes out with the back of her hand at the air, just as Wu Yulans sword emerges from the air, and knocks it away. The sword spins end over end several times before bursting into more particles of snow-like energy.

A bright red droplet of blood dislodges from a tiny cut against Lan Xiaohuis hand demonstrating just how dangerous that sword is if it is able to cut Lan Xiaohuis skin, which is already very difficult to cut.

Where her blood droplet lands on the island, a black and red lily grows and blooms.

Dozens more slashes follow that one, all happening in the span of a second; my vessel flashes into existence briefly, in different positions around Lan Xiaohuis body, intercepting each invisible sword, and creating a cascade of sparks to fall around my owner.

Lan Xiaohui flips in mid-air just as another copy of my vessel appears below her feet and arrests her drift, stopping her in place. Lan Xiaohui angles herself toward Wu Yulan and crouches, gathering the power in her legs.

Wu Yulan lowers her center of gravity, assuming a sword-drawing stance.

A pulse of energy expands from Lan Xiaohui as she launches forward, reaching over her left shoulder to grasp my hilt and pull me out of the air.

At the same time, Wu Yulan draws her own sword and slashes out at the approaching lightning bolt that is Lan Xiaohui, and a spire of ice forms and rises in the wake of Wu Yulans sword.

Mist explodes into the area as my vessel, crawling with lightning energy and sword Qi cuts through the ice spire and blows it apart.

It happens in a flash. Lan Xiaohui goes straight through the ice spire, knocked slightly off course by the collision and even cleaving off a large section of the island, the crumbling debris all falling into the lake below.

A thin cut appears on Wu Yulans cheek as her eyes widen not in fear; in excitement.

Her heart wavers on the edge of fear and joy simultaneously. She could not even see Lan Xiaohuis [Sundrinker Blade]. It happened too fast.

Slowly, Wu Yulan turns to regard Lan Xiaohui, standing on the surface of the lake below.

Their gazes meet, still burning with the same unquenchable desire to cross swords.

Then, Wu Yulan jumps off the edge, plummeting towards Lan Xiaohui, holding her sword high above her head.