Communication across the Great Wilderness was not easy; it took a full half month.
The jade scroll at Chen Sheng’s waist finally emitted a faint glow, and his Divine Sense imrsed into it.
In an instant, detailed texts and several blurred image fragnts flooded into his sea of consciousness.
In the images, it first showed the boundless desert of the Western Domain, wind sweeping the yellow sands, the scorching sun piercing hearts.
Chen Xihua, in a green robe with a sword in hand, confronted a cultivator surrounded by red flas and an arrogant deanor in ancient ruin remnants—that was the Red Fla True Monarch.
The dispute arose over an "Earth Core Fire Lotus" that was about to mature.
The Red Fla True Monarch, of extraordinary background and overbearing nature, while Chen Xihua seized the Spiritual Object, he was cautious of his background, tactfully retreating and maneuvering.
However, the Red Fla True Monarch was relentless, leveraging his influence to press step by step, his actions described in Chen Xihua’s account as like "a mangy dog."
The image flowed, as ti passed, Chen Xihua exited seclusion once more, now at the mid-stage Nascent Soul, his deanor growing more composed.
After so plotting, he befriended the Saintess of the Infinite, naturally entering the Wuji Immortal Mansion, becoming a revered tributor.
Next was the internal faction struggles within the Immortal Mansion, with Chen Xihua cleverly leveraging and pushing the waves from behind the scenes.
Finally, in a fierce conflict over resource allocation, the Red Fla True Monarch was pushed to the forefront.
Chen Xihua seized the opportunity, under the guise of settling old scores and safeguarding new faction interests, in a sect-sanctioned duel, openly slayed the Red Fla True Monarch.
The entire process was lawful and compliant, not only thoroughly eradicating a grave threat but also fortifying his position due to his "ritorious deed."
The jade scroll also specifically noted that the Red Fla True Monarch, though an alien achieving Dao, had a violent nature and was poorly received within the Immortal Mansion, with nurous enemies.
The True Monarch Zi Xiao, stepping in, was more due to the sect seniors’ sentintal ties, and having done his duty this ti, declared past grievances resolved and would not pursue further.
As for the Taiyi True Monarch, Chen Xihua frankly stated they did have a few encounters during his wanderings in the Western Domain, re drinking acquaintances, and the other party was unaware of his deep infiltration into the Immortal Mansion and calculated revenge, leading to exaggerated perceptions.
Chen Sheng slowly withdrew his Divine Sense, completely relieved, nodded gently:
"I knew Xihua acts with careful deliberation, always cautious, every step considered, how could he cause such a catastrophic disaster without reason."
anwhile, the follow-up information in the jade scroll ntioned Chen Xihua’s concern for Chen Sheng’s cultivation progress, especially whether he had comprehended the crucial "Sword Intent Formation."
If not yet successful, he strongly recomnded a secret place nad "Broken Sword Valley."
According to his description, this place is the remnants of ancient sword cultivators’ Dao discussions and battles, with sword qi intersecting, Dao Rhy ford naturally, offering incredible effects for understanding sword montum.
However, this place is shrouded by a natural restriction, only appearing weak every fifty years, allowing entry.
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Sword Intent Formation signifies a Nascent Soul Sword Monarch, a leverage in the sa realm.
Even the true inheritors of the Myriad Swords Sect, during the Golden Core Stage, can at best comprehend a rudintary form, requiring so years of settling after breaking through to Nascent Soul to fully evolve "Sword Intent Formation!"
Although Chen Sheng is a Sword Dao Talent, he wouldn’t claim to surpass the Daoists of the Sword Sect, naturally not having comprehended it, nor even the rudintary form.
His gaze swept over the complex coordinates tinged with spatial Dao Rhy sent by Chen Xihua, and he suddenly calculated the ti:
"The next opening of Broken Sword Valley... is just five years away! Ti-wise, there is plenty of ti!"
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Another two years passed, in the west of the Great Wilderness, less than ten thousand miles from the desolate Gobi of the Western Domain lay a forbidden land with chaotic void.
From afar, that piece of void appeared like crumpled brocade, sotis twisting into ghostly blue patterns, sotis cracking into hair-thin black lines, where violent spatial turbulence roared, and the aerodynamic force could grind everything to dust.
In the past, Chen Sheng would certainly steer clear of this place; he was always cautious, fully aware of the dangers of chaotic void turbulence.
But this ti was different; two years ago, Chen Xihua’s ssage specifically ntioned Broken Sword Valley’s coordinates, stating that this place had "incredible effects" for comprehending sword montum.
For this slight chance, over the past two years, Chen Sheng traveled across regions, first reaching the Great Wilderness Palace of Infinite through the cross-domain teleportation array of Xuanxing Palace, and then finally finding this hidden place relying on the clues left by Chen Xihua.
Standing on a dune outside the valley, Chen Sheng’s blue-gray Daoist robe flapped in the wind and sand.
This restriction was even more secretive than he imagined; had he not known beforehand this valley existed, even with his vision as a Tier Four Array Dao Grandmaster, he might not have detected the grotto heaven hidden behind the chaotic void.
"Such a secret place, I wonder how exactly Xihua discovered it."
Chen Sheng lanted softly, his gaze falling on a spot in the void, a slight frown as he could vaguely sense an extrely complex array pattern hidden in the seemingly chaotic void.
The naturally ford barrier is often harder to break than a man-made array, for it is fused with heaven and earth, leaving no trace to follow.
However, Chen Sheng, being a Grandmaster of Array Dao, possessed an innate divine technique dedicated to breaking barriers.
"Let’s give it a try first; if it doesn’t work, then wait for three years."
Without further hesitation, he sat cross-legged on the sand dune and closed his eyes slowly. His divine sense spread out like a fine spider web, slowly perating the void in front of him, carefully capturing every fluctuation of the barrier.
As ti passed by, Chen Sheng remained still, with only a faint golden light occasionally flashing at the center of his brow, indicating his barrier-breaking divine technique was contending with the barrier.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly, and a brilliant golden light shot out from his brow like a sharp sword cutting through darkness, precisely striking a certain spot in the void—this was the weak point of the barrier, a node he had spent two months identifying.
"Buzz—"
The mont the golden light hit the void, it was like a drop of water rging into hot oil, emitting a subtle hum.
The previously chaotic void abruptly cald for a mont, followed by the slow ergence of a gap less than half a foot wide, through which a faint sword intent exuded, carrying a bit of sharpness and a touch of antiquity.
The edges of the gap continued to flicker as if they might close at any mont, while the raging spatial turbulence on the other side roared, but was blocked by an invisible force, preventing any leak.
Chen Sheng felt a stirring in his heart and dared not delay. He flipped his left hand, and a palm-sized tripod furnace appeared in his palm—the "Five-Colored Dust Transformation Cauldron."
The cauldron glowed with halos of blue, red, yellow, white, and black, and with a gentle spin, it protected Chen Sheng’s entire body. He beca a mass of five-colored divine light and slipped through the small gap.
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As he stepped into the Broken Sword Valley, the scene before him left Chen Sheng in awe.
Contrary to his imagination of desolation, the valley was covered with naless spirit grass, whose leaves showed faint sword patterns that emitted subtle sword cries when swayed by the wind.
The ground was filled with gullies of varying depths, remnants of the sword Qi from the past, with lingering sharp sword intent that was daunting to approach casually.
At the center of the valley stood a massive bluestone, engraved with ancient sword marks, each containing the profound truths of heaven and earth, occasionally glowing faintly, then returning to silence.
More astonishing was the countless fine light points floating in the void of the valley, which were the remnants of condensed sword rhy, sotis forming the shape of a sharp sword, sotis transforming into images of cultivators discoursing on the Dao, slowly circulating in the air and exuding a strong Sword Dao aura.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Sheng could feel those sword rhys entering his body with his breath, flowing through his ridians, causing the sword essence within him to tremble slightly.
"What a treasure land!"
Chen Sheng marveled in his heart and hesitated no longer, finding a flat area near the bluestone to sit cross-legged. He placed the Tingyu Sword from his Dantian on his knees, closed his eyes slowly, and extended his divine sense, rging it with the sword rhy in the valley.
He sat there for fifty years.
Initially, Chen Sheng quietly comprehended the sword rhy in the valley, those floating light points serving as ntors, gradually transmitting the ancient sword cultivators’ insights to him.
He saw countless cultivators discoursing the Dao in the void, saw them swinging swords to split the firmant, and saw them arguing ceaselessly for the ultimate truth of Sword Dao.
Each enlightennt deepened his understanding of sword montum.
Later, he began to try to evoke the sword rhy in the valley, pinching seals with his fingers, and his internal sword essence slowly circulated, resonating with the sword rhy in the void.
At first, the sword rhy just trembled slightly, hard to control, but as ti passed, those sword rhys gradually followed his guidance, gathering around him into tiny sword shadows.
The sword shadows revolved around him, sotis transforming into strong winds, sotis into heavy rains, and sotis into lofty mountains, each form corresponding to a nascent stage of sword montum.
Occasionally, he would wield the Tingyu Sword beside the bluestone, and the falling sword light would not harm the bluestone in the slightest but only leave a faint sword mark in the void.
That sword mark resonated with the ancient sword marks in the valley, drawing sword rhy around and integrating into his sword techniques. With each swing, his movents beca more stable, and his sword intent beca more condensed.
Fifty years in the Broken Sword Valley seed like rely an instant.
When Chen Sheng opened his eyes again, there was a new sharpness and translucence in his gaze, as if he could see through the essence of all things in the world.
He stood up slowly, stretched a bit, and the sword essence around him naturally circulated, rging with the sword rhy in the valley, causing faint ripples in the surrounding void.
Raising his hand to grasp the Tingyu Sword, Chen Sheng gave a gentle swing—there was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling sword light, just a simple slash that caused the surrounding sword rhy to suddenly gather, transforming into an invisible sword montum, slashing towards the void ahead.
With a soft "hiss," a slight fissure appeared in the void, which quickly healed, yet at the mont of healing, it emitted even denser sword rhy.
Chen Sheng murmured, "Sword Intent Formation, it’s finally accomplished!"
In this fifty years of seclusion, he not only comprehended the essence of sword montum but also integrated his array Dao insights with the Sword Dao, creating his own sword montum.
It was a sword montum imbued with the rhythm of array formations, seemingly plain yet containing changes, like the most intricate array, making it unguardable, harmonizing perfectly with Chen Sheng’s sword array Dao!
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