Chapter 35
The 108 Sky-Covering Swords.
It was a technique he had forged himself in his past life, wandering the realm for nearly eighteen years while studying countless arts under the heavens.
Though it sounded boastful to claim as much, an objective judgment held true:
Its profundity was such that it could rightfully be hailed as a peerless blade art and a Divine Art.
Yang-hwi was certain of it for a single reason.
The 108 Sky-Covering Swords commanded Sword Gang and Mind-Intent Qi—the absolute hallmarks of the Super-Peak Realm.
Covering the sky.
Ever since the days when Baek Manor was known as the Baek Clan, this Mindscape had formed the very cornerstone of every martial art the family possessed.
Throughout his past life, as he strove to pioneer a style worthy of his clan, Yang-hwi had wrestled with one question above all.
‘What must a sword possess to blanket the heavens?’
Decades of bitter contemplation had yielded his answer.
The family’s sword had to become the very thing that eclipsed the sky.
To achieve that, it required an immovable, unshakable weight.
And it demanded a velocity so fierce that individual lines blurred into a seamless expanse.
‘Like the wings of a hawk cutting across the azure expanse.’
The vision of covering the sky that Yang-hwi’s Mindscape had ultimately seized upon was none other than the hawk.
Wings that carved through the heavens faster than any other creature.
Talons that seized their quarry with unyielding, crushing force.
Swift and heavy.
Fast yet resolute.
A strike as swift as a streak of light and as crushing as a thousand-pound boulder clashed against a sword vast as the heavens, looking down upon creation.
