He suddenly had a strong impulse, wanting to once again shatter her sword.

Because he felt this woman must be mad, and he was becoming neurotic as well.

Zhou Yitang still stood alone in that place, returning a gaze of concentration. Neither knew what it meant to retreat; her eyes were cold and shining, piercing everything like a sword. She calmly said, "Do you wish to ask about the sword?"

Chen Yi snapped back to reality, sneering as he spoke, "Your mind is consumed with nothing but the sword, Sword Dao, Living Sword; you have no room for anything else. I saw this clearly from the day I ascended the mountain. Breaking your sword was indeed the right choice because once your sword was gone, you were left with only me. No matter how absurd, reckless, and disrespectful I might be, you still only have me."

He often recalled the past, not due to the powerless gasps of the one-armed woman, nor the creamy arcs depicted as she supported the bed with one hand, nor their silent companionship during peaceful times... All these were indeed worthy of remembrance. However, what tightened his heart the most was Zhou Yitang’s unconscious dependency, where he could faintly touch what he desired, like reaching through sheer silk to grasp fleeting clouds.

Zhou Yitang seemed to see through his thoughts, coldly said, "You always want only what you desire."

"Aren’t you the same?"

Zhou Yitang remained indifferent. She surveyed the obsessions spanning the entire Cangwu Peak and even Yin Sword Mountain, vague and numerous, coming and going without count. After pondering she said, "You don’t truly wish to accommodate all my obsessions; you simply want to find what you wish to find, to ask what you most want to ask."

"Even if I ask, you wouldn’t answer. You yourself don’t understand." Chen Yi paused, and slowly said, "You don’t understand, after severing the Three Corpses for so long, why do you still linger till now? Be honest, do you also want to know if it’s purely because of obsession, or is it that naïve... thing we both somewhat share?"

His voice rose, words grew heavier,

"Do you think that by doing so much for me, bustling about, I won’t want to dig deeper, and firmly comply with your arrangements?"

"You knew long ago I have my questions. From past lives to now, I’ve been in pursuit. You consistently say ’We both must wait, wait until the next lifetime, after a hundred years.’ Yet, till this day, you’ve found no answers; even before you wished to sever my Three Corpses wasn’t there this reason too? Zhou Yitang, it’s you who has always avoided me, not I avoiding you!"

Indeed he was a rebellious disciple, not just insolent but also sneering.

"In the end, you’re too conceited with your sword, thinking by severing the Three Corpses, feelings and desires are eradicated, reaching true profoundness of the Dao. You repeatedly silently tell yourself, you have only obsession for me, and mere obsession. Thus, I want to find that thing and let you see it with your eyes, take a good look!"

Once the words were spoken, he saw the one-armed woman’s eyes tremble lightly, yet her expression remained unchanged as before. His words burned on her heart, but her thoughts were unchanged.

From earlier till now, Zhou Yitang stayed silent, unlike Chen Yi who previously had too many words unsure where to start from. Instead, her heart was empty, with not a single word, a cold wind swept over Cangwu Peak, there was only prolonged silence.

They were equally stubborn, unwilling to yield even at this stage, one insisted on evading, the other on probing to the root.

Chen Yi tapped lightly on the scabbard with his fingers,

A serene sound, the sword edge clanged out of the sheath,

"Since you are so persistent, I will take you away with the sword. Now my Sword Intent lies in this."

Zhou Yitang lifted her gaze, finally spoke, "You can try."

Chen Yi gripped the Hou Kang Sword tightly, and in an instant, Sword Qi spread all around.

Sword Creation of Heaven and Earth.

What answered him were crisscrossing Sword Qi beneath his feet, suddenly appearing fissures.

Ripples of Qi silently spread, like two different waves colliding on the surface of a lake, all within a small space were intangible Sword Qi, on the verge of eruption.

Awaiting only a trigger.

Then, from afar in the void, something seemed to push forth from afar, like a massive lid pressing down tightly, the mountain suddenly shook, they both instinctively raised their heads, saw from the depths of the void, pitch blackness writhing, stretching outward.

Opened two eyes, pupils vertical.

Mother of Non-Birth!

Almost simultaneously, they turned and drew swords, two similar yet different Sword Intents soared into the sky, rushing in the same direction.

Impossible to see the previous tension of drawn swords.

"Damn it, what kind of goddamn thing dares disturb us, can’t see we’re arguing?!"

Chen Yi suddenly unleashed fury, irrationally swinging a sword, suppressed Sword Qi surged out.

Zhou Yitang said nothing, quietly slashing a sword, Sword Qi swift as lightning, cutting towards the gigantic vertical eye before Chen Yi.

Two waves of Sword Qi struck the vertical eye in succession, bursting into countless web-like cracks amidst tremors, pupils contracted, Chen Yi saw within was pain and shock, either due to the explosive Sword Qi or from the sudden change in the two’s stance.

Chen Yi pouted; emotions had surged just now. He truly wanted to ask Zhou Yitang about the sword, to thoroughly pursue the roots with her, but with a formidable enemy right in front, no matter how chaotic internally, they could only unite against the external threat.

In the end, no matter how stubborn they both were, Sword Intents diverged, thoughts and ideas differing, but in the end, they were still husband and wife.

Stricken head-on with a sword, the vertical eye in the sky trembled, its shock or pain turned to anger, a fissure ripped from the height where the twin pupils resided, like a gaping abyssal maw, revealing a terrifyingly indistinct face high above.