Xia Chen opened his eyes, and within them, a great sun slowly receded, transforming back into a single pupil, merging the double pupils into one, appearing no different from an ordinary person.

"Tides, great sun! Saber intent!"

Xia Chen murmured to himself as he looked up at the moon hanging high in the sky. It seemed as if only a moment had passed, yet he felt as though he had truly experienced the vicissitudes of over twenty years.

Everything he experienced in that world felt incredibly real, especially his insights into saber practice.