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Song Shidao and Song Zhi, who were leading the way, seemed to sense the tense atmosphere as well.

Song Shidao gently introduced the scenery of the mansion, trying to ease the atmosphere, but his words sounded somewhat weak in the silence.

Finally, after passing through numerous courtyards, they arrived before the most magnificent building. This building was no ordinary hall; it was more like a colossal temple dedicated to some kind of will. There was no plaque in front of the temple, only two heavy, massive doors that appeared to be cast in bronze, tightly shut. Above the doors were engraved ancient and mysterious patterns, faintly revealing a chilling intent.

An indescribable, powerful sword intent, seemingly integrated with the entire mountain city and even the heavens and earth, emanated from the tightly closed doors, enveloping the entire plaza in front of the hall.

The air seemed to thicken and become heavy, even the light dimmed. Shan Wanjing's breath caught in her throat, feeling a chilling yet vast and boundless will pressing down on her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. It felt as if the true energy within her body was about to be frozen and dissipated! Her face paled slightly, and she involuntarily took a step closer to Yi Huawei.

Song Shidao, Song Zhi, and the others also appeared solemn and held their breath under this sword intent.

Song Shidao took a deep breath and, facing the tightly closed door, spoke with utmost respect:
"Father, the envoy from the Heavenly Alliance has arrived."

Inside the door, all was silent.

The overwhelming sword intent did not subside; instead, like a sleeping dragon, it slowly awakened, spreading out even more clearly, carrying a scrutinizing, a probing, and an air of unparalleled arrogance and loneliness. This was the will of Heavenly Blade Song Que! He was waiting, waiting to see if the person outside was worthy to push open this door and face his blade!

Just as the pressure reached its peak, even Song Zhi felt sweat beading on his forehead, and Shan Wanjing was almost about to use her inner strength to resist—

Yi Huawei made a move.

He didn't speak or make any unnecessary movements.

He simply took a step forward.

This step was like a thunderbolt from the blue!

An indescribable aura, beyond mortal comprehension, suddenly rose from Yi Huawei's seemingly ordinary body! It was not a simple pressure, but a vast will that encompasses all things, governs birth and death, and rules over everything! It was as if the sleeping universe had opened its eyes!
His green robe fluttered even without wind, rustling softly. Within a three-foot radius around him, the air seemed to freeze instantly, yet countless subtle ripples seemed to arise and flow. The chilling, murderous, and powerful sword intent emanating from within the gate, upon touching this invisible domain, was as if encountering an absolute master, silently soothed, embraced, and even… assimilated!
There was no earth-shattering collision, no surging air currents of confrontation.

Only the arrival of a higher, grander will.

An absolute domain seemed to have formed around Yi Huawei. Within this domain, the grass and trees were silent, the dust settled, and even the light seemed to become purer.

Outside the domain, Song Que's vast and boundless sword intent still existed, but it could no longer penetrate even slightly, nor could it exert any pressure on Yi Huawei and Shan Wanjing within the domain.

Shan Wanjing felt the immense pressure on her body vanish instantly, replaced by a gentle yet vast power that enveloped her, as if she were in a tranquil harbor. The suffocating feeling from before disappeared, leaving only utter peace. She looked up in astonishment at her master's tall, mountain-like back, her blue eyes filled with unparalleled awe and admiration.

Song Shidao, Song Zhi, and the others were utterly shaken! Even though they were outside the domain, they could clearly feel the terror of the clash between the two wills! Yi Huawei hadn't deliberately targeted them, but the supreme aura naturally emanating from that domain, encompassing life and death, was enough to instill in them an instinctive sense of awe and submission deep within their souls, like ants gazing up at the heavens! Song Que's sword intent was like a giant wave shaking mountains, while Yi Huawei's aura was like an endless starry sky encompassing that giant wave!
"Squeak-"

A heavy, grating sound, as if it had been sealed away for a thousand years, rang out.

The two heavy, massive bronze doors, engraved with knife marks, slowly and silently opened inward without any external force.

Inside the door, the light was dim.

A tall, imposing figure, exuding an aloof and unparalleled air, stood with his hands behind his back beneath the massive "Heaven" character stone carving deep within the main hall.

The Heavenly Blade Song Que is no longer just a pervasive sword intent, but his true form has finally manifested!

Those eyes, like cold stars, yet seemingly containing an eternal loneliness, pierced through the dimness of the hall and landed precisely on the figure standing outside the hall, hands behind his back, his green robe fluttering.

"You are... Nameless!"

When Song Shidao, Song Zhi, and the core experts of the Song Clan behind them heard the word "Nameless", they were struck dumb!
Song Zhi's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints, and for the first time, an undisguised look of horror appeared on his wise and profound face!
That mysterious powerhouse who single-handedly subdued Cihang Jingzhai and defeated the reclusive Ning Daoqi in Luoyang, drawing the attention of the world; that person who founded the Heavenly Dao Alliance and was becoming the new mastermind in the world's chessboard... is actually so young?!

What shocked him even more was that his opponent could so effortlessly neutralize his elder brother's overwhelming sword intent, which was enough to suffocate even a grandmaster! He subconsciously gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Song Shidao's gentle and refined face froze instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief. Although he had not personally witnessed the events in Luoyang, the name "Nameless" was already legendary, a figure worthy of being compared to his father, Song Que, Ning Daoqi, and other extraordinary individuals!

He never expected that this legendary figure would stand so abruptly yet so naturally before the Sword Hall, the core of the Song Clan, as an envoy of the Heavenly Dao Alliance! His gaze toward Yi Huawei no longer held the composure of a young master from a noble family, but was filled with deep awe and a trace of bewilderment.

The other Song Clan experts were on high alert, their bodies instinctively tensing, their inner energy flowing involuntarily, and their hands gripping their weapons. The sword intent permeating the air clashed and intertwined with Yi Huawei's vast and unpredictable aura, making them feel as if they were on the edge of a storm, their blood churning and their breathing difficult. If it weren't for Song Que's mountain-like figure in front of them, they would almost have been forced to retreat.

silence.

The heavy bronze doors were wide open, and two completely different yet immense wills confronted and merged in the invisible space.

Deep within the hall, Song Que's figure seemed to merge with the massive stone carving of the character "天" (Heaven), or perhaps he was the embodiment of that character itself. He stood with his hands behind his back, his figure as upright as a solitary peak, his simple blue robe exuding an air of unparalleled arrogance. His eyes, like cold stars and deep pools, held a profound pursuit of the ultimate swordsmanship and an eternal loneliness, now firmly fixed on Yi Huawei.

"It's me."

Yi Huawei's voice remained calm, yet it clearly pierced through the invisible field of wills clashing, like a gentle breeze sweeping across a mountain, devoid of any worldly concerns, yet containing an undeniable weight.

Song Que's gaze was sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to dissect Yi Huawei from the inside out. He spoke slowly, his voice deep and magnetic, with a metallic quality, each word seemingly containing the hum of a blade:

"What a fine 'birth and death are determined by the mind.' Your realm has surpassed my imagination. However, the ultimate path of the sword lies in sincerity and dedication. In my life, I have nothing but the sword. Today, to meet you and have my sword heart confirmed, how fortunate I am!" Before he finished speaking, a sword intent even purer, more refined, and more solitary than before suddenly erupted from Song Que's body!
This sword intent no longer spread outwards, but instantly condensed into a highly concentrated form, transforming into an invisible and intangible yet seemingly capable of cleaving through heaven and earth and splitting through chaos—an unparalleled blade!
This blade was not aimed at anyone behind Yi Huawei, but straight and without any fancy moves, slashing directly at Yi Huawei himself! It abandoned all imposing force, leaving only the most primal meaning of "severing". It was the ultimate condensation of Song Que's lifelong swordsmanship cultivation, and the embodiment of his belief that "there is nothing else but the sword"!

This "sword" was no longer a technique, but rather the result of the mind's intent! Faster than lightning, it aimed directly at the core of Yi Huawei's mind!

Faced with this pinnacle strike that embodied Song Que's lifelong beliefs, a genuine hint of approval finally flashed in Yi Huawei's eyes. He did not use any internal energy, did not use any moves, and did not even deliberately activate the vast true meaning of "Birth and Death from the Heart".

He merely "watched" the blade of thought slashing towards him.

In his deep eyes, which seemed to contain the birth and death of the universe and the cycle of reincarnation, the solitary, sharp, and unyielding sword intent was clearly reflected.

Yi Huawei's mind stirred slightly.

It was as if the Creator had plucked the strings of fate, or as if the spring breeze had brushed across solid ice.

Just as that pure sword intent was about to touch Yi Huawei's mind—a sudden change occurred!
The sword intent that Song Que had forged with his lifelong beliefs and was supposed to be invincible and capable of cutting through everything was, under Yi Huawei's will, deviated from its trajectory like a shooting star thrown into the endless starry sky!
The intent of the sword seemed to have encountered an invisible, all-encompassing vortex, or perhaps it was being guided and soothed by a higher level of "existence." The sharp edge was quietly melted away, the solitary will was gently embraced, and the obsession to "sever" everything, the moment it touched Yi Huawei's mind, naturally transformed into a kind of "integration" and "understanding."

Yi Huawei did not "break" it, but rather "accommodated" and "transformed" it.

In an instant, Song Que's whole body trembled violently!

He felt that his sword intent had not been defeated, but rather as if it had been plunged into a boundless, ever-changing cosmic origin. His intent to "sever" at its most concentrated seemed so insignificant, so... persistent, before that vast and boundless "birth and death." An unprecedented enlightenment, accompanied by an indescribable sense of loss, instantly surged into his heart.

He saw the limit of his sword intent—the ultimate purity, and also the ultimate constraint.

"Besides the sword, there is nothing else," which brought him to the pinnacle, but also trapped him in the cage of the "sword."

Yi Huawei's realm, however, is one where "all things can be used as knives, and birth and death are determined by the mind's flow," which is true freedom and great inclusiveness!
The intent to strike dissipated.

Song Que's tall, imposing figure swayed slightly for the first time. The sharp light in his eyes, which held an ancient loneliness, did not dim; instead, it burst forth with an even more brilliant and profound radiance! It was a shock and…ecstasy from seeing an even higher peak!
"puff!"

Song Que exhaled a breath of turbid air, not from injury, but from the sudden opening of his vision, a feeling of exhilaration that came from the collision of the pent-up sword intent in his chest with the sudden broadening of his vision. His face showed no defeat, but rather a look of sudden enlightenment and relief, even with a hint of indescribable excitement.

He slowly stepped out of the threshold of the Sword Hall.

Sunlight fell on him, his blue robe still intact, but the aloof and lonely air he exuded, as if isolated from the world, seemed to have faded slightly, replaced by a profound depth that revealed his true nature after the world had been cleansed of its superficiality.

Song Que stared intently at Yi Huawei, his voice carrying an unprecedented solemnity and a hint of barely perceptible respect:

"What a brilliant 'Nameless'! What a brilliant 'everything can be a weapon'! I, Song... have learned a great deal!"

He clasped his hands in a fist and bowed deeply to Yi Huawei.

"This is not a contest of sword intent, but a difference in realm. Your realm is beyond what Song Que can reach. Today, with one strike, you have severed the long-standing obsession in my heart. Though I have lost... I am still honored!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was completely silent!

Song Zhi, Song Shidao, and all the experts of the Song Clan stood frozen in place like clay sculptures, their minds completely blank!
Though defeated... he was still glorious?!

Song Que, the Heavenly Blade! Undefeated since his debut, a peerless swordsman whose swordsmanship is universally acknowledged as comparable to the three grandmasters of the world! He actually admitted... defeat?
And it happened during a clash of sword intent, which he was most proud of and considered the very essence of his life?!
What they found even more unbelievable was Song Que's attitude. There was no anger, no resentment, only an almost reverent understanding and heartfelt respect! That deep bow was a gesture Song Que had never made to anyone before!

Standing behind Yi Huawei, Shan Wanjing looked at her master's calm and unwavering back, and then at the world-renowned "Heavenly Blade" bowing respectfully in admiration. Her heart was filled with surging emotions, and an indescribable sense of pride and reverence almost burst through her chest!

This is her master! A peerless being who even the "Heavenly Blade" must submit to!

Yi Huawei slightly turned to the side, accepting half a bow from Song Que, without completely avoiding him. He looked at the Lingnan overlord before him, whose temperament had subtly changed, with pure admiration in his eyes.

"Master Song is too modest."

Yi Huawei's voice was calm, carrying the gentleness of an elder: "Your sword has reached the ultimate state of 'nothing else exists besides the sword,' the pinnacle that countless swordsmen seek their entire lives but can never attain. I merely took a step ahead and saw another perspective of 'the sword is nothing.' Your sword heart is pure and your foundation is profound. Today's encounter is not the end for you, but an opportunity to explore a higher realm. Given time, you may very well reach even greater heights."

Yi Huawei's words not only affirmed Song Que's achievements and pointed him in the right direction, but also cleverly defused the embarrassment of the defeat, giving the proud swordsman ample face.

Song Que straightened up, his eyes bright as stars, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha! What a wonderful 'the knife is nothing'! What a wonderful 'opportunity'! Your magnanimity is truly admirable! Please!"

He stepped aside to make way, making an extremely solemn "please come in" gesture. His posture was extremely humble, devoid of any arrogance of a powerful clan leader, leaving only respect for a true strongman and enthusiasm for fellow martial arts practitioners.

At this point, Song Que of Tian Dao was completely convinced.

The gates of the Lingnan Song Clan have been completely opened to Yi Huawei.

(End of this chapter)