He moved with a thought.
On the stony hills around him, grass and vines sprouted, and as the mountain breeze blew, flowers blossomed in vivid purples and enchanting reds in all directions.
In a brief moment, the flowers went from blooming to withering, passing through a lifetime.
"Transformation and decay, the cycle of life and death."
Chen Ping watched the flowers bloom and wither, filled with emotion in his heart.
Wherever his eyes reached, Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi transformed into a fine drizzle, falling softly, and once again a sea of blossoms surrounded him.
He took a deep breath, and the Black Dragon Sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed, forming a sword flower and slicing across the back of his hand.
An extremely sharp and cold sword light sliced down...
Clang...
Sparks flew.
