(Fingertips trace the patterns along the sword, and the Zixiao Sword rings like a dragon's roar tearing silk.) Since the Heavenly Dao is shattered, let sword intent reforge the galaxy. If this universe cannot hold the one who understands me... (As the blade cuts through the void, countless streams of fire scatter.) Then let the sword cleave open the rift in chaos. What do you say we gather the scattered spiritual essence in the folds of time and space? Look, the instant the sword tassel winds around the shattered Heavenly Dao, the galaxy is already flowing backward along the spine of the blade, returning to the way it was when we first came.
