"Whoosh!"
On the Jade Chamber, Yu Jin's figure reappeared. As he said, he returned very quickly.
"Brother Yu Jin, where is the person you were looking for?" Zhongli noticed Yu Jin's arrival immediately and eagerly asked.
Below, Azhdaha was still playing a cat-and-mouse game with Morgott, giving Zhongli no room to relax.
"They'll be here soon, no need to rush." Yu Jin looked down. Morgott was darting around, using his size and speed to contend with Azhdaha.
He then looked up into the distance, where two bright meteors were flying towards the Jade Chamber from different directions.
"Bang!" ×2
The meteors were fast. Before anyone could say anything, they saw the "meteors" crash to the ground.
Upon closer inspection, it was Childe and Balladeer, whom Yu Jin had swung over with a single blow.
"Alright, I've brought them to you. How you deal with them is up to you." Yu Jin said, even kicking Balladeer, who was on the ground.
This guy was worse than Childe. Childe had good intentions but did bad things, while Balladeer simply had bad intentions and did bad things.
"Cuff them and deal with them later." Ningguang glanced down at Childe and Balladeer, then waved her hand, and the two were 'gifted' a pair of custom-made handcuffs.
"Not bad, kid. You already have two pairs of handcuffs." Yu Jin patted Childe's head, then stretched his muscles and said to Childe, "Watch closely, I'll only perform this once!"
With that, Yu Jin jumped off the Jade Chamber… "Heh…" Morgott had just caught his breath when he felt the ground beneath him begin to tremble violently again.
"So fast!" Without time to think, he exerted himself again, preparing to use his speed to dodge this attack.
In previous battles, Morgott had realized that the DMG he inflicted on Azhdaha was extremely limited.
So Morgott decisively adopted the strategy of "delay." His speed, coupled with Azhdaha's current almost non-existent mind, allowed him to temporarily gain the upper hand.
Of course, this was temporary. Once Morgott's stamina ran out, it would be his end.
Just as Morgott was about to dodge, he suddenly found that the tremor behind him had stopped.
Fearing that Azhdaha might use some other move, Morgott immediately turned back to look.
Before the giant dragon head, a tiny figure stood. He was currently pressing firmly against Azhdaha's body—it was Yu Jin, who had leaped from the Jade Chamber.
"Fat dragon… you… are so fat!!!" A massive amount of sparks suddenly erupted from within Yu Jin's body. Molten scorch marks once again climbed onto his armor.
As the sparks splattered, the Burning marks on Yu Jin's body grew larger and larger, and his strength gradually climbed until it could shake mountains!
"You too… fly for me!!!" Sparks danced, forming a pair of scorching hot hands that firmly gripped Azhdaha's body.
Then Yu Jin made a throwing motion with both hands, and Azhdaha's body tumbled out with Yu Jin's movement.
"Thump!"
Azhdaha's body was larger than a mountain, and its mass was even heavier than a mountain.
The huge body fell from the sky to the ground, instantly creating a giant crater in the earth. It looked as if a celestial star had just fallen.
"Good!!!"
Seeing this, Osial's five heads immediately cheered. If he didn't lack hands, he would probably be clapping right now.
"I knew Yu Jin wasn't simple. He just flipped Azhdaha over. This strength, Morax, what do you think?"
"Such immense power, capable of shaking mountains, I thought only dragons possessed it." Zhongli responded to Osial, and unknowingly, his tensed body relaxed considerably.
Just the immense power Yu Jin had just displayed was enough to contend with Azhdaha. With him added, this time it was a sure win!
"The King is not just about immense power." Morgott, who had somehow flown onto the Jade Chamber, looked down at Yu Jin shaking his hands and added, "Although he is really strong."
Yu Jin shook his wrists. Azhdaha was truly an unbearable weight in his life; how could there be such a heavy dragon?
Amidst his exclamations, two curved swords appeared in Yu Jin's hands. These curved swords were different from ordinary blades; their ends were not sharp edges, but rather swirling ripples.
Flowing Water Curved Sword—from the legends of the blue-clad swordsman, said to be a curved sword made by referencing the image of flowing water.
Heavy attacks can display dance-like combos, offering a glimpse into fragments described in the legends.
In the legends, the blue-clad Flowing Water Swordsman obtained the Flowing Water Sword from a fairy, and with it, the swordsman was able to seal an ancient deity—the scarlet rot.
Why is rot the weakest? Because it was actually sealed by a mortal.
"Hoo…" Yu Jin took a deep breath.
Stillness brings stagnation, and stagnation invites corruption—always act with the ceaseless flow of a river, never lingering.
This was both the Flowing Water Swordsman's warning to future generations and the core of the Flowing Water Sword Technique.
So… Yu Jin glanced at the scarred earth. He released his restraints, recalling everything he had seen deep beneath The Lands Between.
Suddenly, large swathes of clear, azure "water droplets" appeared in the heavens and earth, dyeing the crumbling land a deep blue.
Then, countless water droplets seemed to find their direction, eagerly surging towards the curved swords in Yu Jin's hands, which flowed like ripples.
The hazy azure came quickly and left just as fast. They vanished between heaven and earth, but adhered to Yu Jin's twin curved swords.
"Rumble!"
The earth trembled, and a colossal dragon shadow blotted out the sky. Azhdaha's eyes were still wild, his body still tough, as if he would never feel tired.
Watching the menacing Azhdaha, Yu Jin crossed his swords and swung them out as if dancing.
The azure entwined around the curved swords also poured forth. They grew larger and larger, and by the time they approached Azhdaha, they were like a downpour descending from the sky.
"Whoosh!" The azure "water droplets" poured onto Azhdaha's body, making a sound like flowing water, as if they were real raindrops.
A downpour is naturally fierce and dangerous for ordinary people; but for Azhdaha, a mere downpour could not even register as a sensation.
Yet, it was this gentle downpour that suddenly brought Azhdaha's advancing body to a halt.
"Gurgle…"
The azure rain streamed down Azhdaha's body, spreading across the earth.
As soon as they touched the ground, they transformed into an ethereal mist.
"Yo! Yo!"
"Woo-wah! Woo-wah!"
"Whoosh!"
…The sound of all things resonating burst forth, and the desolate earth instantly filled with countless vitality.
Azure trees sprouted from the ground, breaking soil, budding, growing, bearing fruit, withering… Azure birds and beasts were born in the mist, grew, reproduced, aged, died… Azure fish were born in the murky water, thrived, migrated, and died of old age… In the mist, it was as if an independent world existed. Countless creatures seemed to have pressed a fast-forward button; in a single breath, countless souls completed their lives.
When their souls dissipated, they would return to Yu Jin's curved swords. This time, however, the azure was even brighter.
Beneath The Lands Between, there was a harmonious and splendid scene completely different from the surface.
There was no sunlight there, because the starlight that leaked down was enough to nurture life beneath the earth; there was no conflict there, because all beings were children of nature; there was no Golden Tree there, because the divine resided within everyone.
Remembrance of the King of the Ancestral Spirits—The Ancestral Spirits are a mystery existing outside the Golden Tree, giving birth to life from death, and life from life, this is their inherent nature.
People on the surface detest growing horns, because horns are a symbol of the Omen. People underground rejoice at growing horns, because that is their budding.
The King of the Ancestral Spirits, that natural deity, resides within the tiny budding horns.
Feeling the immensely powerful aura of the twin swords in his hands, Yu Jin grinned.
The dance of forms, the changes in sword techniques, even the rotation of will… how could all of this compare to the budding and aging of life?
This was the true "flow," and the true Flowing Water Sword Technique, a realm that even the swordsman of old never reached.
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