For a long while, the silvery-white color in Xue Jing's pupils slowly faded away.
He gently exhaled a breath.
"Heaven's Will is like a sabre, unyielding," Xue Jing mused. "This Sword Intent, born from the Asura Blade, intends something far more profound."
Xue Jing observed the flowing silvery-white light on the Crouching Rabbit Sword.
"At present, this Sword Intent is only in its nascent form, not yet perfected, but it feels even more challenging to control than the Asura Blade," he continued.
He recalled being immersed in the artistic conception of the "Heaven's Will Saber," where he felt like the God of the Azure Sky, disdainful of all, indifferent to the myriad beings...
"Compared to the Asura Blade, which plunges one into an uncontrollable fury, the 'Divinity' of Heaven's Will Saber doesn't directly affect one's consciousness, yet it imperceptibly elevates me, making me feel superior to all beings..."
Xue Jing furrowed his brow slightly.
