Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1247 - 1247 76 When I am Not Yet Departed You Have

Chapter 1247: Chapter 76 When I am Not Yet Departed, You Have No Worries Chapter 1247: Chapter 76 When I am Not Yet Departed, You Have No Worries Feng Yin felt as if he had been struck by lightning at this moment.

Yes, presence, spirit.

Do these things have anything to do with strength?

Even if they do, even if there’s a deep relationship, but do you really have to be unbeatable to sweep across the world?

Do you not fight a battle unless you are assured of victory?

Unwilling to give up, Feng Yin once again visualized the posture of that person standing in the air, the bearing, the spirit.

With the slim hope of a chance, he hoped to discern something else—

And he saw it, the profound depth of the Abyss and the unyielding stature of the mountains, the unwavering solidity of a mountain from just that one silhouette, which gave him an indescribable sense of reliability, and a feeling of safety.

It seemed… it seemed as though as long as this person was ahead, there was nothing to worry about behind!

One man with a sword in front, even if facing the world as an enemy, didn’t have to worry about his own safety; such was the peace of mind!

At this thought, he seemed to have understood a bit of that person’s state of mind.

I just need to stand here, what do I care who comes at me?

“This isn’t just confidence in one’s own strength, nor is it merely a display of presence and grandeur! There is also a responsibility! A commitment! To bear the world’s strife on one’s shoulders, regardless of who the enemy might be!”

Feng Yin felt he understood.

With a new sense of enlightenment, he greeted Dong Xiaoyan and, with that bit of spiritual insight, continued his sword practice.

He sought to convert all of his newfound comprehension into a part of him, incorporating it into his understanding of the sword techniques!

While continuing to visualize that person, that sword, that technique, he also thought of the millions of parents, family members, and commoners behind him, for whom he had reasons that wouldn’t allow him to retreat, and could only fight to the end, refusing to back down even in death!

With that bit of enlightenment, his spirit focused tightly, and the might of his techniques indeed broke through significantly, the lethality increasing by a lot, at least several times that of before, and Feng Yin estimated that this was just a beginning understanding, with substantial room for further refinement to come.

But… when comparing to the might of the techniques he saw in his visualization, it was still unspeakably far off.

If before it was like a mayfly shaking a tree, now it had become an ant shaking a tree—significant improvement indeed, but still far too short of the ultimate power of the sword techniques he witnessed, as far apart as heaven and earth!

Realizing he had found a direction, Feng Yin started to contemplate and visualize once more.

“No, this isn’t the feeling of a do-or-die situation!”

“Because if it were, it might be very tragic. But this person in the visualization, from beginning to end, was always calm, even when unleashing moves that annihilate the enemy, devoid of any passionate emotions.”

“It seems all this, is quite natural, quite ordinary, a kind of commonplace.”

“Or perhaps it could be said that it’s to be expected, nothing more than that, just so and not otherwise.”

“Could it be that this is the true state of mind!”

Feng Yin once again took up the posture that he had long practiced by heart, experiencing the state of mind anew with rekindled thoughts, swinging the sword time after time.

Dong Xiaoyan was still standing far behind Feng Yin, her eyes filled with enchanted admiration as she watched his silhouette.

It was not on purpose, but each time she saw Feng Yin practicing this sword technique, she couldn’t help but feel this inescapable sensation.

Handsome, yes, but it wasn’t only that.

Hmm, rather than saying she was enchanted, perhaps it was more of a sense of a full security and reliability that filled her heart inexplicably.

That feeling, it was really… too good.

She couldn’t get enough of it!

Not enough to reminisce about!

Until after an hour had passed, and night had fallen.

The white mist from Zichen Lake began to billow out crazily once more, while the numerous trees along the bank emitted countless green auras of life, rushing into the lake like green clouds.

The two clashed and intertwined, the green aura continuously merging and vanishing with the white mist.

But as time went on, keen observers could see that in terms of numbers, the green aura was far less than the white mist, the disparity was extreme, almost disproportionate.

After all, the white mist had accumulated for far too long, already forming a barrier that blotted out the sky over tens of thousands of miles, while the green aura had only appeared for a few days.

Though the green life force grew ceaselessly, falling and rising in succession, the white mist similarly emerged in an unending frenzy.

Qing Ming and others observed from various directions and concluded that if this crazed trend continued, the Abyss’s white mist would inevitably overpower the trees’ life force and break through the defenses.

Knowing the stakes, Feng Yin naturally did everything in his power to prevent this from happening, moving ghost-like around the lake’s edge each day, performing Spirit Gathering on every tree.

He also touched roughly one-third of the old trees in Yuezhou with Spirit Comprehension and performed a complete Spirit Opening on the Iron Heart Tree.

For the pine that evolved the fastest, he repeated the most complete Spirit Opening.

Blessed with Feng Yin’s equitable nurturing, the myriad trees indeed constantly exuded large amounts of green life force, not a single tree slacking.

While being outnumbered was one thing, the vibrant green vitality surged like an angry wave, continuously plunging into the dense fog, engaging in a life-or-death struggle with the Evil Spirits’ white mist in this empty space devoid of other beings.

After such strenuous labors, Feng Yin returned to his residence and once again began to ponder deeply.

He still couldn’t figure out what precisely was wrong with this move?

Or rather, what was he lacking, and where was the deficiency?

Dong Xiaoyan was filled with puzzlement: “What are you thinking about? Why such a worried and pained expression?”

“I’m reflecting on that sword strike. I’ve exerted all my mind and strength, yet why is it still not perfect, no, I should say it’s beyond my comprehension to grasp.”