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He felt as if Chu Zhiyuan would disappear at any mont, and couldn’t help but feel a chill of fear.
In his trepidation, ti seed to crawl.
It was as though a second stretched into dozens, a quarter-hour beca ten,
an hour transford into ten hours.
As his tension mounted, Chu Zhiyuan suddenly opened his eyes.
"My lord!" He sighed with relief.
Chu Zhiyuan’s eyes shone brightly, striking awe in him, making him instinctively want to bow.
"Look how scared you are," Chu Zhiyuan laughed. "This ti, it’s a good thing."
Zou Fang laughed. "Congratulations, my lord."
Chu Zhiyuan stood up and looked up. A crescent moon slanted west; it was already past midnight.
The cold moonlight filled the small courtyard.
"Go rest," Chu Zhiyuan said. "Tomorrow we’ll make a trip to the White Crane Secret Land."
"Yes," Zou Fang bowed.
Chu Zhiyuan sat back on his bed, sat cross-legged, his expression relaxed and content.
Opening the window, the crescent moon hung obliquely.
Moonlight fell on the bed, falling on him.
He closed his eyes and began to gain Insight within his mind.
His mind had already changed drastically.
The originally moon-like bright moon had now transford into his own likeness, sitting cross-legged in the Void.
A faint halo glowed behind him,
resembling the deities painted in the art of previous life.
Only, this halo was thin, barely noticeable, as if it might vanish at any mont.
After a mont, he opened his eyes and shook his head.
This halo was ford by condensed Faith Power, from combining the Sword Soul with the Sealing God Stone.
Thus, this halo could not be cultivated to enhance itself, but required the aid of others, borrowing the faith of others.
If no one was offering tribute to him now, this halo would not form.
This Divine Skill was the Divine Realm Skill, the power of Avatar.
He did not know exactly what that Golden Crystal was, but he understood its wondrous use.
To gather faith and transform it into power.
Had he unknowingly started cultivating the Divine Dao?
If there were only this stone, it would rely collect Power of Faith, converting it into his own strength.
Yet this miraculous stone combined with the Glazed Blade Scripture, transforming faith into the Divine Realm Skill.
This Avatar of the Divine Realm was different from the Avatar of the Sword Soul.
It was an enhanced version of the Avatar.
Among Avatars, it could ignore the constraints of ti and space, thought harmonized into one.
Between Avatars, an instant exchange could occur.
The forr, he could do now, such as communicating with the Avatar in the Profound Yin Palace.
The latter was just getting started, only allowing the convergence speed of Avatars to be extraordinarily fast.
Faster than using Qinggong now.
Moreover, the Divine Realm Skill had two more: thousands of Avatars, transformations at will.
Transformations at will could also be achieved.
Similar to the Disguise Heart thod he was practicing, but the Divine Skill changed fundantally, requiring no ntal thod activation, no energy expenditure, and without energy fluctuations.
Thousands of Avatars were not feasible.
Currently, there could only be three Avatars, unable to form a fourth.
These all required further enhancent of faith power to gradually develop.
When enough Power of Faith was gathered, he could instantly exchange between Avatars and create thousands of Avatars.
He sighed with emotion.
The Court had the God Punishnt Bureau to eradicate the incense-based Divine Dao, to prevent the weakening of the Emperor’s Sword’s power.
Now, he had actually stepped into the Divine Dao.
Had he now beco the enemy of the Emperor’s Sword?
If he approached the Emperor’s Sword, would it attack him?
And would he be able to withstand the Emperor’s Sword?
It seems he needed an Avatar to go to Yujing City to see if he would be attacked by the Emperor’s Sword.
Thinking of this, the small knife inserted in the gatehouse of Purple Sun Villa swiftly flew up, silently cutting through the sky, heading towards Yujing.
The small knife lightly glided over the top of Yujing City’s walls.
The tall and thick city walls were dark and mottled with shadows, exuding an aura of ancient tis.
It flew over nurous mansions, most of which were dark, with the occupants lost in dreams.
So houses were brightly lit.
So were practicing martial arts, so arguing, others reading, and so counting silver.
The small knife flew over several taverns.
The brightly lit taverns soared into the sky, reaching the heights of the night, mixing the sounds of strings and flutes with laughter, drifting in the night sky.
Drunken guests on the upper floors laughed loudly, mixing high spirits with decadence.
The small knife finally reached the Prince Qing Mansion.
As it neared the Prince Mansion, it sensed the presence of the Eternal Spirit Divine Tree.
It imdiately ca bustling over to tangle with the small knife, curiously looking at it, filled with curiosity.
Very curious about Chu Zhiyuan’s form.
The small knife nestled among the branches of the Eternal Spirit Divine Tree, and Chu Zhiyuan played with it.
The entire Prince Mansion was within the range of the small knife’s influence.
Now, the Super Sense and various skills were no longer bound to the Sword Soul, able to be fully exercised.
The Prince Mansion was peaceful, almost everyone was asleep except for the guards on duty.
Chu Minghou, Bai Ningshuang, Chu Yi; opposite Chu Yi’s bed was another bed with Li Suyue on it.
Chu Zhiyuan nodded gently.
Chu Yi and Li Suyue were both about to beco Great Grandmasters, truly two blessed individuals.
Chu Zhiyuan played with the Eternal Spirit Divine Tree for a while, then left the Prince Mansion and headed towards the Imperial Palace.
Just as he flew over the walls of the Imperial Palace, he felt an enigmatic force descend upon him.
Powerful and majestic, vast as the sea, profound and weighty, descending from the heavens.
It was the power of the Emperor’s Sword.
Chu Zhiyuan looked up.
The Emperor’s Sword seed close at hand, yet distant at the horizon.
Chu Zhiyuan sensed its imnse power, carefully pondering it, eventually sighing inwardly.
He was far less powerful than the Emperor’s Sword; to clash head-on would be hopeless.
The small knife flew out of the Imperial Palace without alerting anyone, returning to Purple Sun Villa.
Wherever the small knife passed, the Super Sense scanned, finding no Evil Sect demons.
Sure enough, the Evil Sect had already been eradicated from the world.
Yet, it was necessary for Purple Sun Villa to continue existing, and so too for the thirty-six White Bone Towers.
These were both the sha of the Evil Sect and his rit monunts.
They would remind the world of his achievents.
Thus granting him faith.
People are forgetful, and once these White Bone Towers are removed, people will quickly forget the evil and terror the Evil Sect once held.
Thus forgetting his exploits, ceasing to be grateful to him.
Even if grateful, it would fade.
Faith power is not re conviction but a blend of various belief powers, including gratitude, worship, conviction, fanaticism, etc.
Gratitude is the lowest tier and the easiest faith power to acquire.
It also doesn’t easily draw the Court and Emperor’s Sword’s vigilance, avoiding suppression.
Purple Sun Villa had to continue existing, but the small knife no longer needed to remain here.
So it flew towards Yao Yue Peak at an incredible speed, suddenly increasing tenfold.
The Heavenly Dragon Divine Horse would take half a day, but it only took half an hour to reach the Guest Peak of Yao Yue Peak, slipping into the sleeve of this Avatar.
The Primordial Spirit within the small knife instantly returned to Chu Zhiyuan’s mind.
The small knife returned to normal, no longer his Avatar.
Sitting cross-legged in the Void of his mind, he beca three shades brighter.
He naturally revealed a smile.
The convergence speed between Avatars was truly extraordinarily fast, surpassing any Qinggong known to the world.
He was glad that the Emperor’s Sword wouldn’t initiate an attack.
He could still return to Yujing City.
At the sa ti, his mind subtly connected, linking with the small knife beside Xiao Ruoling.
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