Reaching for a Sword Amongst Thousands

No matter how big a river is, it could not spread all over the world. However, when facing the river, no one could find the small, dry mounds of sand.

Jun Mo did not see the river, but he could sense it. As such, he found a spot in the surging river and turned slightly, his feet landing on the spot.

He opened his eyes once more and saw the river flowing beneath his feet like the passage of time. He did not lament like his teacher, instead, a hint of light gleamed through his eyes.

His face was pale, but he looked just as calm.

A loud whistle burst out from his lips.

It was like the call of a young phoenix, or like the first chirp of a phoenix after its rebirth in flames.

The autumn wind grew stronger, and Jun Mo's hair danced in it.

He opened his arms, his sleeves flapping in the wind.

Blood flowed incessantly from his torn limb.

His Psyche Power burst in all heaven and earth's directions.