Yushi Moli slipped into a mental state that blurred the boundaries between him and the world. As the sword form in his mind grew clearer, it exuded strange ripples.

Autumn Wind?

He suddenly felt a familiar presence from the sword. Did it come from the technique that he’d created by accident?

Guided by the thought, his mind immersed itself in the meaning behind Autumn Wind. He simulated the move again and again, throwing his efforts into perceiving the technique.

Trickles of blood gathered outside his body, gradually forming a thick layer of bloody scabs that enveloped him. When he came back to his senses after an indeterminate period of time, blackish-red scabs flaked off his body whenever he moved. The skin underneath was pristine and glistened like jade.

“This…” Yushi Moli stared at his hands and marveled at the vigorous...