The valley.
Evening snow fell in flurries.
Dressed in a wide-sleeved gown of plain silk, Xiaoo Meng closed her eyes. A sharp Sword Intent radiated from her body, her long hair flying in the wind.
The cold wind, the evening snow, the weeds, the mountain rocks...
Her powerful perception, now that of a True Man, presented an incredibly real world with perfect clarity in her mind.
SHING!
With a single thought, the Demon-slaying Sword—which had been coiled like a sword pellet within her Forehead Ancestral Acupoint—leaped out, its body materializing in mid-air.
As the Demon-slaying Sword trembled, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi and everything else within a hundred-zhang radius flooded her senses.
To her, the Flying Sword was like an amplifier, increasing the strength of her perception.
Wielding the Flying Sword, she could not only see her surroundings clearly but also 'see' the changes in Primordial Energy invisible to the naked eye.
