Earlier, not long after Aldrian closed his eyes, the energy in the upper atmosphere suddenly beca much denser. All the cultivators present could sense it, which left them astonished.
At that mont, while controlling the energy of the entire world, Aldrian was also thinking about the technique he was about to unleash. Actually, this technique was sothing he had co up with long ago, as he had already created the concept. He had tried a simpler version of it before, but never on the scale that existed in his mind. That was because he never had a chance to use it in practice.
However, at this mont, the chance had finally arrived, and the scale was even greater than what he had imagined.
His next technique itself was based on his comprehension as a swordsman. One of the highest attainnts for a sword cultivator was reaching the state where they could use anything as a sword. From sothing that could be touched and sensed to sothing abstract, even to things that only appeared inside one’s mind.
The sword is in everything, and everything is the sword. This was the state where a cultivator comprehended the deeper aning of the dao of the sword.
The sword heart.
The heart would beco as sharp and as strong as the sword, and their faith in the sword would never waver. All things, whether inside or outside of beings, were believed to be the sword. Everything was a sword, and those who believed that all things were swords within their heart would reach the attainnt of the sword heart.
To achieve this state, a cultivator must not harbor even the slightest doubt about the dao of the sword, and they must possess a strong will.
To do that, the first step was to believe in oneself, which ant believing in one’s sword intent and sword will. They had to believe that their comprehension all this ti was solid enough to reach the state of the sword heart. They had to believe that their comprehension was the truth, unshakable and could truly reach that level.
For Aldrian, he had no doubt about his comprehension of sword intent and sword will. He did not doubt his dao of the sword and was even extrely confident in it.
’Sword is everything, and everything is sword. Body and mind, reality and illusion, tangible and intangible.’
Aldrian thought to himself as he entered the state of enlightennt. Without him realizing it, a change occurred within his body. Suddenly, his body felt as if it had beco a sharp and sturdy sword, while his mind grew sharper and firr.
Sword Maiden, who was also in the upper atmosphere not far from Aldrian, looked in his direction with trembling eyes. From her gaze, she could see that Aldrian was undergoing a change. His sword will had transford into sothing far greater. It made her heart shudder as she thought of the attainnt beyond sword will.
What she now saw in Aldrian was sothing she had never seen, not even in her master. That was why her mind turned toward the level of attainnt far higher than sword will—the sword heart.
From the records she had read, across the central star cluster’s billion years of history, there were only moren than ten thousands people who had comprehended the sword heart before their ascension to immortality. All of them had been great swordmasters of their era, truly undefeatable sword cultivators.
Sword Maiden had never seen nor sensed what soone who possessed the sword heart would be like, but at this mont she thought she might finally be witnessing it. Aldrian’s heart was as firm as his strong sword. The sword at her waist suddenly began trembling, as if resonating with Aldrian’s newfound comprehension.
In fact, all the swords within Aldrian’s area were trembling in the sa manner. This caused so of the devils who were still attacking with their swords to feel confused and even panic as their weapons suddenly shook violently, disrupting their techniques.
Sword Maiden, still staring at her trembling sword, turned to Aldrian once more. She continued to observe him despite the devils’ attacks that kept trying to reach him, although they were blocked by the spatial barrier.
At this mont, Aldrian had finally reached the attainnt that every sword cultivator hoped to achieve in their lifeti. He did not waste any ti and imdiately applied his newfound comprehension and power to the creation of his technique.
Then, all across the world, every cultivator who wielded a sword felt their weapon tremble violently before it floated into the air and pointed itself toward the sky, more precisely, toward Aldrian’s direction. A mont later, a surge of powerful sword will swept across the entire world.
It spread like a tidal wave, startling everyone on the Ancient Blue Gate World.
The energy around Aldrian then reacted to his comprehension. He stretched his hand toward the direction of the devil troops, and a few seconds later the energy suddenly began to congregate, taking form. Slowly, it shaped itself into a golden sword.
The number of swords surrounding him kept increasing—tens, hundreds, thousands, millions, billions. They continued to multiply until the entire upper atmosphere was covered with swords. All of them were forged from the natural energy of heaven and earth, turning the very energy itself into swords.
The sword is energy, and energy is the sword. The result was swords created entirely from natural energy.
’The energy cos from the entire world, and I will use it as my sword. The world itself is my sword, and I will wield it as it is. If the entire world is the sword for , then my sword will can also be used upon the world.’
At this mont, every being in the upper atmosphere and beyond was staring in that direction with horror etched upon their faces. The attacks aid at Aldrian had already ceased, as all the devils who had been charging at him were now frozen in fear, even shifting into despair.
The sight of countless golden swords made of energy, filling the entire upper atmosphere and all pointed toward the devil troops, was breathtaking. Not only were there too many swords to count with the naked eye, but the power contained in each one was overwhelming. Every sword radiated trendous strength, releasing an aura comparable to a peak pseudo-immortal stage cultivator.
Even now, Rulleus could no longer maintain his arrogant or angry expression; there was only horror on his face. Even from inside his vessel, he could sense the imnse power contained in each of those swords. His mind froze, and he forgot everything else in that mont.
All of the devil troops were equally paralyzed, their eyes fixed on the countless swords radiating the power of peak pseudo-immortal cultivators, all pointed directly at them. A single sword would be enough to kill many of them, then what could they do against this many? They were utterly dood.
With the gravity still pulling on the devils, all of their bodies kept drifting closer to the sea of swords. Finally, so of them tried to escape, abandoning any thought of invading the world and attempting to flee in the opposite direction. But the gravity would not allow it. Even those at the pseudo-immortal stage were dragged, let alone the ones below it.
So began using their escape talismans, but in outer space, they could not get far. Even if they managed to move far from the Ancient Blue Gate World, they would still be easily detected due to the lack of obstacles in space.
As for the troops from the Ancient Blue Gate World, even they could not hide their expressions of fear. They finally understood why Aldrian the Great had instructed them to keep a distance of a kilotre from the barrier. All of them remained behind the line of swords, as the sea of swords completely filled the space between them and the barrier.
Each sword, possessing the power of a peak pseudo-immortal cultivator, was enough to kill all of them thousands of tis over, and in front of them were countless swords. Even knowing that this was Aldrian the Great’s creation, it was still utterly ridiculous.
How could a mortal accomplish sothing like this?
At this mont, all who witnessed the scene truly understood why Aldrian bore the title of "the Great." For those who had already seen him battle Tarius, their image of Aldrian grew even larger, and his figure as the strongest cultivator was etched even deeper into their hearts.
Aldrian, at this mont, felt a weight in his mind and soul. He slightly gritted his teeth, feeling pain in both, as he bore the burden of creating a world scale technique. Still, he was glad that he had succeeded, the result was exactly what he had hoped for.
He did not wait any longer and finally unleashed his technique.
The rain of swords that will obliterate everything, the rain that will end all things.
Swords Apocalypse.
He then clenched the palm of his hand which was already stretched toward the devils.
"Die."
What followed would truly be what the devils could only describe as an apocalypse.
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