In the blink of an eye, Song Qingxi’s figure swayed, her toes lightly tapping the void one after another, as if she were stepping on the cosmic grid in midair.
With the momentum of her movements, she twisted and turned within a tiny space, striving to carve out every bit of advantage she could.
Ever since the days of cultivating the Four Seasons Sword Technique, Chu Weiyang had profoundly understood this truth.
Sword Sect disciples, even from the slightest realms, excelled greatly in the way of agile body movements—not by soaring and fleeing through the sky, but precisely as Song Qingxi did, shifting her figure by stepping the cosmic grid!
This was not merely the stretching of the physical body in movement, but a unique rhythm in harmony with the Dao itself, containing the essence of ancient and complex secret arts, such as shamanistic rites and Daoist ceremonial practices, all distilled into a simpler form.
At the same time, Song Qingxi was rapidly sensing and igniting every ounce of profound foundation she could muster in a fleeting instant.