Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 85: Three Years
In most places, the climate in Xiujie is very good.
Bright sunshine and clear blue sky.
There was a time when that was true.
No matter whether they were the pitiful and delicate lady from a noble family or the fresh and lovely female disciple of a sect, they would often stare absentmindedly at the blue sky above their heads.
I couldn't help but think of Murong Xumu who was possessed by a demon.
This is breaking news in the cultivation world, no less than the news that other children, who have been passed down from generation to generation since childhood, will one day become completely wasted and degenerate into a mere playboy.
The secret news about Murong Xumu and Yin Mo spread throughout the cultivation world like wings, causing a sensation.
Three years later, everything in the cultivation world remained the same.
There are still many opportunities to emerge.
Many talented people have made a name for themselves.
Time is like an invisible hand, gradually erasing everything in the past.
Just like Murong Xumu who has been forgotten in Guanghan Sect.
But one thing is certain.
No one cared about the twelve early foundation-building cultivators who were killed by Murong Xumu with just a wave of his hand during that conflict.
Few people even know his name.
Not to mention the independent cultivator who caused Murong Xumu to become possessed by a demon.
Everyone knows that he is the successor of the Six Paths Sword and has a strange nickname, but no one knows his real name.
Wang Chen sat cross-legged on a stone mountain not far from the teleportation array, staring into the distance in a daze.
In three years, the hair that was burned when he risked his life with the fire thunderbolt grew back, even longer than before. His outline became clearer, and he was two heads taller than before.
He felt that everything had changed a lot, except for the gloom that enveloped the place, which made him almost forget what sunshine looked like.
The ancient and dilapidated city wall had new signs of collapse. Whenever his eyes lingered there, he could clearly tell which part of the collapse was caused by which of his sword energies.
They killed their way from the teleportation array to the devastated city. In that sea of corpses, only scattered wandering zombies remained.
He explored here and was shocked by the results.
This is a broken space. If not through the ancient teleportation array, no one can set foot on this land.
Even if all the great cultivators in the cultivation world joined forces, it would not be easy to drive such a large mortal country into the dislocation space.
At this point he finally understood the vastness of the ancient cultivation world. The current cultivation world was just a larger fragment. He became even more curious about the past events in the ancient cultivation world.
He remembered that the Book Demon said that there were True Immortals in the ancient cultivation world, and even True Saints who were stronger than True Immortals. Then why did it become like this?
"The book monster keeps its mouth shut. It won't say a word. I just hope I can cultivate into a golden elixir and play with it." Wang Chen speculated maliciously.
His thoughts seemed to drift far away, making him look like a child sitting on the green grass and staring at the mountains and rivers in the distance.
Snapped.
A teleportation talisman exploded beside his ears, and then a message from the divine consciousness sounded in the sea of consciousness.
Wang Chen's mind calmed down instantly, and he used the drifting talisman that had been lying outside the teleportation array for who knows how long.
He established a voice channel with a woman who called herself Qianhua.
Qianhua's attainments in swordsmanship were astonishing, which Wang Chen had never expected.
Even though she had never practiced the Six Paths Sword, when Wang Chen asked vaguely about the sword technique practice, Qianhua was always able to give Wang Chen a practice idea from the shallow to the deep that amazed him.
With gratitude in his heart, Wang Chen immediately developed a liking for this "pen pal" whom he had never met before, and the relationship between the two became somewhat like that of a teacher and a friend.
This sound transmission note was also meant to help Wang Chen resolve his doubts.
He closed his eyes and pondered carefully every key point in the sound transmission. Some of the contents were consistent with his own cultivation insights, but some were things he had never thought of at all. He could only ponder them carefully and verify them from the beginning.
Every time I figured out a link and got a little inspiration, I would unconsciously applaud. But there were also some places where I felt that the other party might not be right, so I fell into deep thought and frowned.
In just a short moment of telepathic communication, he actually sat cross-legged like this for a full six hours.
When he finally opened his eyes, he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and couldn't help but sigh:
"Even with my natural talent and Qian Hua's explanation, I can only understand the basics. The Six Paths Sword is indeed profound."
In these dark days, the note transmission from Lead Hua has become a little spice in Wang Chen's life. He even looks forward to the next message transmission, which also arouses his curiosity about this pen pal.
"Pfft!" Xiaoyao tried hard to suppress her smile and looked very strange.
Wang Chen glanced over sideways.
"That puff! Are you laughing?"
"No, Wang Chen, you heard it wrong. It's been a long time since I've felt so enlightened. I couldn't agree more with what you said!"
"These words are like a stream of clear water, refreshing my soul..."
"enough!"
Wang Chen almost fainted.
Xiaoyao's appearance hasn't changed, but she's become even more heartbreaking.
It was already dark. In this land of the dead, there was only a slight difference between day and night.
But at night, there are no insects chirping, no animals, snakes, insects or mice looking for food, and no starry sky. Instead, there is a full moon hanging crookedly in the sky, as if it is reflected in the rippling water.
It was at this time that a being that Wang Chen had never heard of would appear in the ruined palace a thousand feet away.
He raised his eyes and looked towards the palace shrouded in mist.
The weak and distorted moonlight illuminated the remaining glazed tiles on the broken roof, with faint reflections of stars.
That is, on the roof, there was a tall and thin figure, sitting cross-legged as if he was practicing, spitting out a faint green bead, and absorbing and exhaling moonlight towards the moon.
"Corpse cultivators. Those who practice the art of controlling corpses, when they are fatally injured, use secret techniques to transform themselves into zombies in a short period of time, but can retain some of their intelligence and continue to practice. Since the success rate is extremely low, corpse cultivators are extremely rare. They can become corpse immortals, awaken their three souls and seven spirits, and all their memories from their previous lives. They are cruel and murderous. Killing them will obtain the corpse cultivator's inner elixir. Opportunity strength: medium."
From the first day he arrived here, the cold gaze made Wang Chen understand that this corpse cultivator had already sensed his presence.
In the past three years, he killed countless zombies, but never encountered this corpse cultivator. He guessed that this corpse cultivator should not be able to leave the palace, even the faint mist that shrouded it.
Shu Yao once said that even the breakthrough from Qi Condensation to Nirvana is extremely demanding. It requires one to compress the true energy with all one's strength while replenishing the compressed space with other energies. Otherwise, Nirvana will be self-destructive.
The geniuses in the world of cultivation who are about to achieve Nirvana often have their senior masters and teachers use their true energy to help them complete the entire Nirvana process.
However, regardless of whether the same kind of true power is cultivated from the same method, it will more or less carry the mark of each person's practice. This trace of mark will be integrated into Nirvana and will cause flaws that are difficult to detect.
Therefore, to achieve perfect nirvana in the true sense, one must use rootless energy, such as sunfire and moonlight. However, the natural energies of sunfire and moonlight are extremely weak. Even if they are collected using secret methods, it may take hundreds of years for one person to achieve nirvana.
Therefore, Wang Chen was very jealous of the inner elixir of the corpse cultivator in front of him, who had been absorbing and exhaling moonlight for many years.
He stood up and exerted his true strength. Several golden lights slowly flowed behind him and gradually turned into a colorful and mysterious mark covered with Sanskrit. It looked like a ball of golden flame, floating beautifully behind him.
Sword seal is a kind of auxiliary sword technique. With the blessing of sword seal, the speed, destructive power and other aspects of the sword technique will be improved to varying degrees. However, very few sword practitioners can learn sword seal. Firstly, this technique is very rare, and secondly, sword seal is extremely difficult to cultivate. Once it is cultivated, it is no exaggeration to say that it is a complete transformation.
With the help of Qianhua, the human sword seal in the Six Paths Sword finally took shape.
The Six Paths Sword flickered with golden light and continued to tremble, standing out particularly in the darkness. It was as if at this moment, Wang Chen had truly become the inheritor of the Six Paths Sword.
Wang Chen took a step forward, and the six swords turned into golden light and shot up into the sky.
A strong wind blew up and the sword broke through the air.
No matter who it is, after some time, one has to give an explanation of one thing or another.
The perfection of the tenth level of Qi Condensation is Wang Chen’s explanation to himself after three years of hard work.
