On the other side of the Yunwu Mountain Range, deep within the peaks...1

At the edge of a cliff, where the winds howled fiercely and the gales raged, An Fuqing sat cross-legged in ordinary battle armor. Her eyes were as clear as jade as she gazed silently ahead.0

In front of her, beyond the cliff, the space seemed to distort like a transparent sheet of paper, occasionally revealing dark rifts that blinked out of existence as the space repaired itself. Ranging from mere centimeters to over a meter long, these rifts sliced through all matter in their path, including the very air itself.0

As An Fuqing watched the continual emergence and collapse of these spatial rifts, reflections of shattered and vanishing spaces began to flicker in her eyes.0

When Chen Chu had broken through to the Fourth Heavenly Realm, Liu Feixu and Pang Long had mentioned how An Fuqing had comprehended sword will during the Kyrola trial. In the eyes of the higher-ups at the academy, that feat surpassed...0