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Now reading: Chapter 332 - 268: Seventy Years, Nascent Soul from I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives, a Eastern novel by Newton is not bald..

A flick of the finger, seventy years.

In the deepest part of the Yin Yang Grotto Heaven, Chen Sheng’s demon Yin Soul was enveloped in the hazy black and white energy, continuously comprehending the Yin Yang Dao Rhy.

anwhile, in the Eastern Domain of Han Country, ti flowed like the river of the Eastern Domain, carrying the morning frost and evening snow of White Crane Mountain Peak.

On this day, at the peak of the Cloud Sea of White Crane Mountain, Chen Sheng’s human Yang Soul finally slowly opened its eyes.

"Buzz—"

The sound of the sword did not co from the outside world but surged from the depths of his pupils, initially as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, then suddenly transforming into the sound as of a thousand armies clashing.

Two streams of silvery-white sword intent burst forth from the depths of his eyes, like two light dragons swimming, circling around him once before crashing straight into the rolling Cloud Sea outside.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only the silent cleaving of the Cloud Sea—the ergence of a chasm stretching a thousand feet long.

The clouds on either side seed to have crashed into an invisible wall, recoiling violently to form two towering cloud mounds.

In the chasm, even the light was drawn and twisted by the sword intent condensed to the extre, forming a pitch-black void that could not be bridged for a long ti.

Chen Sheng raised his hand, murmuring to himself:

"Seventy winters and sumrs of comprehension, observing the Cloud Sea’s epheral life and death, understanding the spring and autumn of rocks and stones, now this sword of mine has finally been achieved."

Seventy years ago, Chen Xihua’s sword shadow that cleaved the void was like a Dao seed, taking root and sprouting in his heart.

In these seventy years, he wandered across every inch of White Crane Mountain, transforming his observations of the clouds, perceptions from listening to the wind, insights from touching stones, along with his past and present Sword Dao foundation, into boundless Sword Dao inspiration, cast into the Heart Furnace.

Removing impurities and forging the purest essence of the sword.

Today, the sword shadow occupying his heart for years finally rged with his own Sword Dao, and the Sword Dao was first ford!

He rose to his full height, his figure as upright as a pine tree, with fingers like swords. Even before his fingertips moved, the air around him began to tremble slightly.

"Huh."

A low shout rolled out of his throat, and the Cyan Nether Sword at his waist suddenly drew out, without a sharp whistle piercing the sky or fluttering robes stirred by sword winds.

Even the sword tassel remained in a hanging posture, except for the sword tip, which suddenly lit up.

It wasn’t sword light, with no diffused halo, it wasn’t Sword Gang, with no fierce air waves, nor was it Sword Threads, with no tenuous path.

It was just a point, a point many tis more delicate than a needle tip, more condensed than a cold star.

When it first appeared, it lingered at the sword tip for just a mont, like a fragnt of setting sun on the sword, faint yet brilliant, but the next mont, it detached from the sword, flying towards the void ahead.

During its flight, it neither grew larger nor faded, maintaining that point-like form, yet causing the surrounding air to ripple gently.

These ripples didn’t spread outward but instead gathered towards that point, as if the entire void was collapsing in on it, even ti seed to slow down at this mont.

And then ca the instant of "piercing through", with no loud noise, no cracks, not even a speck of dust.

That point quietly drilled into the void as if a water drop rged into the sea, or like a needle tip pierced through thin paper.

It all happened so fast that it was impossible to see the process clearly, only that the void seed to "tremble" slightly, and then returned to its original state.

But on closer inspection, the imperceptibly minute trace remained—where the point disappeared, a nearly invisible "point" was left in the void.

That point had no color, no outline, yet it caused the surrounding light to cave in slightly, as if the vision folded here.

Chen Sheng slowly sheathed his sword, the Cyan Nether Sword returned to its sheath without a sound, as if it had never been drawn.

He gazed at the tiny point in the void, his fingertips moving slightly, a flash of satisfaction passing through his eyes.

This sword lacked the flamboyance of Sword Gang, the brilliance of sword light, yet condensed his lifelong sword intent and sword montum into that single point.

Without wasting a thread, without leaking a fraction, using the purest "condensation" to break open the void barrier between heavens and earth.

"A sword strikes out, life is severed, this sword shall be called Life-Annihilating, as a mark of my na in this life."

Chen Sheng nodded lightly, his divine sense sinking into his Dantian.

The long-silent Golden Core now radiated brilliant golden light, the Dan body was covered with intricate sword patterns, each circulating pure sword intent, clearly reaching complete Great Success.

"Sword Dao is first ford, Golden Core is perfected; it’s ti for to leave!"

Chen Sheng raised his hand, causing ripples in the surrounding void, his form rged into it and disappeared.

"First find a place to break through to the Nascent Soul, then give Master of Emotionless a surprise."

...

Half a year later, in the southeast of Jiang Country, Qingxi Market is the most bustling gathering place for cultivators within a thousand miles.

Just past the hour of Chen, the main street paved with bluestone slabs was already crowded, the cries of vendors rose one after another, yet this hubbub suddenly froze at the faint sound of a sword cry.

The first to notice the anomaly was a swordsmith, who was hamring at a sword body with an iron hamr, only to see the hamr suddenly vibrate with a "buzz", and the patterns on the sword embryo dimd slightly on their own.

"Strange..."

Frowning, he looked up, his gaze sweeping towards the sky, and his pupils shrank trendously.

The once clear sky unknowingly gathered a layer of pale silver clouds, among which sword Qi faintly circulated, refracting the sunlight into fine silver rays scattered in every corner of the market.

Soon after, the clouds surged dramatically, a towering figure slowly erged from the clouds, its face indistinct, yet the sword Qi coiling around him could be seen clearly.

"That is... the Nascent Soul Formation Phenonon!"

In a teahouse, an elderly cultivator with white hair stood up abruptly, his voice trembling with excitent.

He had seen records in ancient texts, that only when a cultivator breaks through to the Nascent Soul, drawing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to rge with their own Dao Rhy, could such a magnificent phenonon be manifested.

This statent exploded like thunder in the market, cultivators looked up to the sky, eyes filled with shock and awe.

So instinctively took out a Communication Jade Scroll, fingers trembling slightly with nervousness, injecting spiritual power into the jade scroll, their voice quavering:

"Quick! A Nascent Soul Formation Phenonon has appeared over Qingxi Market! A Sword Cultivator! It’s a Sword Cultivator breaking through to the Nascent Soul!"

The spirit light from Communication Jade Scrolls flickered in the market like a myriad of stars, and in just half a stick of incense ti, the news surged like a tide towards all parts of Jiang Country.

The first to receive the news were the three major Nascent Soul Sects of Jiang Country.

In the main hall of Path of Emotion Destruction, the Communication Jade Scroll in the hand of the Emotionless Daoist slightly heated up, and upon seeing the content, his eyes turned cold instantly.

"Sword Cultivator breaking through to the Nascent Soul... The balance of Jiang Country must not be disturbed, no matter who it is, they cannot easily disrupt this equilibrium."

His form rged into the void, swiftly heading towards the market.

Simultaneously, Nascent Soul True Monarchs from Black Evil Sect and Blood Soul Sect also utilized the Void Power, rushing towards the Nascent Soul breakthrough location, clearly not wanting to see a Nascent Soul True Monarch erge.

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