Suddenly, he pressed the Ancestral Talisman into his heart while focusing on the sword in his hand.
In an instant, the light around him dimmed sharply, while the moisture in the mountain air turned into fine mist, enveloping him in a shroud of darkness and haze.
He slowly raised the blade to its highest point and then slashed toward the stream before him.
Draw the sword to cut water...
Water is severed.
Just as this blade touched the water, all the water had already turned into mist, hazy and ethereal.
And as fish swam down with the current, as soon as they reached the boundary marked by this blade, they unexpectedly transformed directly into blood mist, boiling up with the water vapor.
For a moment, it was indeed a wondrous sight.
Half stream, half mist.
A stream cut by a single blade.
