Chapter 373 – Four Years Hastily Pass, Void and Clarity of Innate (Part One)

“Draw, draw, draw, draw, draw, draw, draw…”

For a moment, Ye Kuang appeared as if possessed, descending into madness. The blade in his hand swiftly left its sheath only to return just as rapidly, creating a dizzying spectacle.

It could be said that the speed of his draw matched the swiftness of its return.

To the naked eye, the explosive scene resembled a continuous curtain of lightning, transforming into countless white dragon chants weaving through the air—darting forward and backward, dancing up and down.

Thwip, thwip, thwip!

The piercing sounds echoed relentlessly, evoking an uncontrollable scalp-tingling sensation.

The tree canopy ahead, for reasons unknown, seemed to have offended Ye Kuang. Under the relentless assault of brilliant Sword Light, wood chips scattered like mist, obscuring vision. In the blink of an eye, the canopy split in two, hovering mid-air.

By now, Ye Kuang was utterly lost in his frenzy. His sword moved like a machine gun, each strike tearing through the sky in rapid succession.

“Ahhhh…”

At that moment, his ears were filled with his own hysterical roars, while the scene before him grew increasingly chaotic and violent.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

The terrifying sword tremors never ceased, resembling orioles singing among willow branches. Each cold, throat-sealing gleam surged like an unstoppable tidal wave.

One might say Ye Kuang himself didn’t understand what state he was in, but he knew one thing clearly:

The exhilarating feeling of sweating through this exertion compelled him to roar, as if it could express his true longing to become a swordsman.

This, however, spelled doom for the tree canopies nearby. Even the previously severed trunk halves were not spared, suspended mid-air and subjected to relentless baptism by countless rays of Sword Light.

Ye Kuang’s eyes flickered with intensifying sharpness, their piercing gaze chilling to the bone.

The layered onslaught resembled a millennia-old ice essence ceaselessly releasing specks of frigid starlight.

Viewed from above, the scene alternated between a turbulent river of flowing light and sudden flashes of cold brilliance.

Undeniably, Ye Kuang’s goal was clear: he treated the tree canopy as an imaginary foe.

Moreover, to reclaim the enlightenment he once grasped from the Profound Sword, he thrust with the desperation of one fighting for his life.

“Roar, roar, roar… Ahhhh… Draw, draw, draw…”

In an instant, the Sword Light erupted into chaotic frenzy. One strike brought three gleams; three strikes summoned nine peaks; and as nine strikes were unleashed, they transformed into eighteen longswords thundering like lightning.

Crack, crack, thwip, thwip, thwip.

It was only at this moment that Ye Kuang personally comprehended what it meant to have Sword Intent Heart—where the heart itself becomes the sword.

This was not something anyone could grasp merely by drawing a sword countless times.

It required an unyielding will, awareness of one’s limits, refusal to accept the status quo, relentless advance without retreat, and when no path back remained, a mad plunge into the profound mysteries.

Before him, the tree canopy warped severely. Bark peeled away layer by layer, disintegrating into a sky full of dust, while the trunk split into halves, simultaneously bombarded by countless sword blossoms from all directions.The roaring “slash-slash” cries echoed across the azure sky, lingering endlessly. Just as the fury burned with overwhelming intensity, the piercing cold currents now carried an equally bone-chilling sharpness.

“Alas, Master, have you gone mad?”

At that very moment, a soft sigh suddenly reverberated in Ye Kuang’s mind, startling him thoroughly by sheer coincidence.

“Urgh… break-break… break break break…”

Unbeknownst to him, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his restless heart, gradually calming his ever-growing desire for strength and returning it to tranquility.

As his mind entered a state of emptiness, his previously unwavering resolve to grow stronger quietly blossomed into a sword gleam that struck awe into the soul.

Boom!

Ye Kuang actually pierced through with one sword strike, effortlessly achieving a “one-sword-double-kill” on two imaginary enemies as slender as bamboo poles standing on either side.

“Hahaha… That’s exactly the feeling I wanted earlier!”

“Again!!”

Crack-boom!

With a fierce shake of his long blade, Ye Kuang watched as the two bamboo segments exploded into countless fragments, scattering in all directions.

Now, this large tree also burst apart, having fulfilled its purpose completely, eventually turning into spring mud to nurture flowers in the coming year.

At this point, Ye Kuang sought out another unfortunate tree crown, embarking on a new round of frenzied thrusts.

It must be mentioned that once this madness of his was unleashed, the scene before one’s eyes was in no way inferior to the previous spectacle.

His sword, much like the man himself, was nothing but exposed sharpness and an unwavering pursuit of the ultimate blade.

The deep forest composed of tree after tree, cluster after cluster, was subjected to a frenetic sweep.

Even Reverend Dandao, hidden in the shadows, couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingle.

He felt both an inexplicable emotion toward this madman’s appearance and a reverence that bent his noble knees.

For Reverend Dandao had just discerned Ye Kuang’s intention: his movements, though seemingly chaotic, were actually aimed at discovering the meaning behind drawing his sword—clearly attempting to create one or two sword techniques for his own use.

And this was precisely what Ye Kuang had in mind.

When one could uphold the heart of a king, daring to regard all enemies as mere clay chickens and pottery dogs, then regardless of past humiliations, everything would match the ferocity of that single sword gleam unleashed from its sheath.

Boom!

In an instant, another Sudden Arrival of a sword strike followed, as if confirming Reverend Dandao’s conjecture.

After enduring these long, lonely days and nights, Ye Kuang had finally welcomed his dawn!

“Sword Drawing Technique!!!”

Roar roar roar!

Boom boom boom!

What followed was the discovery that a tree crown ahead remained completely intact, while its surroundings lay in utter disarray, as if ravaged by war.

The shocking scene was as though the enemy remained unharmed, while countless companions of the enemy had fallen, leaving no place for burial.

Humming whisper!

As this gleam of light quietly faded, the ears could hardly avoid catching the faint chants and the ominous sounds of wind and crane cries.

At that moment, even Reverend Dandao realized belatedly, inevitably uttering words of astonishment.

“Master, you are truly a genius! That sword strike just now was especially terrifying. Over these two years, this old servant seriously suspected you had fallen into madness. Who would have thought it was all to complete that one Sword Drawing Technique!”

“Hahaha…”

And as these hearty, wild laughs echoed long across the heavens, Ye Kuang could no longer contain the ecstasy in his heart.He was like a child who had been given a toy but had no idea how to use it. Yet just when all seemed lost, a new path emerged—not only did he grasp the toy’s underlying principles, but he also managed to find the correct way to operate it amidst countless failures, ultimately comprehending the Splendid Sword!

In an instant, a radiant smile spread across his entire face, and his hearty, unrestrained laughter rose so high that it startled thousands of birds in the deep forest.

“Master, please bestow a name upon that sword technique from earlier.”

“That sword technique… Since it was born from my enlightenment in the state of emptiness and clarity, and it marks the beginning of drawing the sword, let it be called ‘her’—Clairvoyant Swordsmanship!!!”