Chapter 2604 - Chapter 2604: Grade Three
Chapter 2604: Grade Three
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Lotus of Divine Reflection, the light cloud of the Canon of Origin, the
Canon of Swordsmanship, the sword soul of the Ancestral Swordmaster, the
Heaven Sword Soul, the supreme Precepts of Swordsmanship, the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill, the spiritual power at the 68th level, and the completion of the Saint King Realm’s Swordsmanship along with the divine sword.
The other Hundred -Shackle Realm Supreme Saints only needed to take one or two of these ten conditions to condense the top Grade Four Swordsmanship Saintwill.
Zhang Ruochen had to meet all ten conditions to get a chance to condense the Grade Three Swordsmanship Saintwill.
The difference between the Grade One saintwill compared to others was like heaven and earth.
From ancient times until now, only Zhang Ruochen could achieve this level in the Hundred-Shackle Realm. He had the right time, the right place, the right people, and the right items.
Zhang Ruochen was silent for a long time. He thought that he had reached his best state. With a thought, he said, “Converge!”
One by one, the Precepts of Swordsmanship converged.
At the center of the precepts, a gaseous sword slowly took shape.
This sword was perfect. The form, the blade, the tip, and the hilt of the sword were all at their best. It was like the perfect work of art created by the creator.
Every pattern of the sword was in harmony with the Deva Path. It seemed to be able to escape from space, but it also seemed to be able to merge with time.
The saintwill was extremely mysterious. It represented a cultivator’s comprehension of this Path. It could either be formless or tangible.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen’s Swordsmanship Saintwill condensed into the form of a sword. It gave off the aura of invincibility and supremacy.
The six divine swords sensed that the supreme Swordsmanship Saintwill was about to take shape. Their bodies shook uncontrollably.
“What a powerful Swordsmanship Saintwill. Just by using the power of heaven and earth, it can shake my body. I’m as heavy as a star and very heavy.”
“He’s indeed extraordinary. Look, in this space, the phenomenon of the Convergence of Swords has appeared.”
Under the Blood Moon, tens of thousands of sword-shaped sword qi condensed in the dark red space, turning the entire space into a sea of swords.
Bai Qing’er looked at the strange scene and heard the sound of Sword Qi breaking the wind. Her pretty face froze. “Is he really going to succeed?”
Once Zhang Ruochen successfully condensed the Grade Three Swordsmanship Saintwill and controlled the six divine swords, the first thing he would do would probably be to control the divine swords to cut Bai Qing’er down.
At that time, Bai Qing’er would probably have to use the favor that Zhang Ruochen indebted to her and beg him to spare her life.
However, Bai Qing’er would not be so humble and would not wait like a sitting duck.
It was more difficult for her to lower her head and beg Zhang Ruochen for mercy than to kill her.
The sword-shaped Swordsmanship Saintwill became more and more solid, and the brilliance it emitted became more and more bright. However, Zhang Ruochen sighed and dispersed it.
It wasn’t perfect, and something was missing.
The missing part could not be made up for, so he had to disperse it.
This method was a failure!
The Convergence of Swords phenomenon dissipated.
Bai Qing’er breathed a sigh of relief. A smile appeared on her beautiful face. As long as Zhang Ruochen failed to condense the Grade Three saintwill, he could only choose to cooperate with her, no matter how unwilling he was.
Zhang Ruochen had to give her his blood to help her heal and break through the realm.
Zhang Ruochen’s state of mind gradually recovered. It was empty again.
“What is the most powerful Swordsmanship?”
“What is the perfect Swordsmanship Saintwill?”
“What is the meaning of the sword?”
He repeatedly pondered in his heart.
The Swordsmanship Saintwill automatically condensed and grew out of his body, becoming bigger and bigger.
It was actually a human figure.
At this moment, the space inside the altar had a strange phenomenon.
In fact, the whole ruin of the Fane of Origin and the entire Southern Sword Realm had strands of strange power converging toward Zhang Ruochen on the altar. They merged into the human-shaped Swordsmanship Saintwill, which was more than 10 meters tall.
The appearance of the human-shaped Swordsmanship Saintwill gradually became clear. It was exactly the same as the Ancestral Swordmaster that Zhang Ruochen had seen in the ancient well of Mount Sword.
It was as if the Ancestral Swordmaster had been reborn. It gave off a mighty and unparalleled aura.
The six swords all felt a strong sense of familiarity. They wanted nothing more than to fly into the giant figure’s hands and fight with the human-shaped
Swordsmanship Saintwill in all directions, killing all the powerful enemies.
“This is the supreme aura of Swordsmanship!”
“The world’s strongest Swordsmanship Saintwill has appeared!”
“With such saintwill, how can we not recognize him as our master?”
The six swords were all extremely excited. They had forgotten entirely the minimum standard that had been set.
However, the Swordsmanship Saintwill in the form of the Ancestral Swordmaster suddenly collapsed and turned into scattered Precepts of Swordsmanship.
All the anomalies disappeared again.
“What happened? Did I fail again?”
“That’s not right. I felt it was about to take shape and absorb the
Swordsmanship’s residual aura of the Ancestral Swordmaster. How could I fail all of a sudden?”
Zhang Ruochen, sitting cross-legged in the center of the Lotus of Divine
Reflection, shook his head slightly. “It’s still not perfect. The Swordsmanship Saintwill is equivalent to the path the Ancestral Swordmaster once walked. My attainments in Swordsmanship will never surpass the Ancestral Swordmaster.”
In the unique environment of the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill, the Lotus of Divine Reflection, and the light cloud of the Canon of Origin, Zhang Ruochen’s thoughts were unprecedentedly clear.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He grasped a key point and said, “The Ancestral Swordmaster represents the peak of Swordsmanship. It’s definitely not the end of Swordsmanship.
“The sword is always a weapon, not a Path.
“And condensing the saintwill is not the final fruition of Swordsmanship.
“Yes, this is a mistake.
“All the sword cultivators in the world regard condensing the Swordsmanship Saintwill as a result. They believe that it determines the future of Swordsmanship.
“However, in reality, condensing the Swordsmanship Saintwill is still a long road ahead. There is the mountain of the Sword God and the giant mountain of the Ancestral Swordmaster ahead.
“That’s right. I am not pursuing the result of Swordsmanship. In fact, I am still on the long road to finding it.
“The Swordsmanship Saintwill should be a beginning. It should not be fixed.”
While muttering, Zhang Ruochen stood up and walked out of the Lotus of Divine Reflection.
The Precepts of Swordsmanship automatically condensed a road under his feet.
A straight road.
This road was endless and long, leading to infinite space. The eternal time seemed to never end.
The Lotus of Divine Reflection condensed into a snow-white body of Ji Fanxin. Standing in the primal chaos of Origin, she looked at Zhang Ruochen, who was walking on a straight road. He seemed to be beside her or have walked hundreds of millions of miles, thousands of years later.
After an unknown time, Zhang Ruochen lowered his head and looked at the road on the ground.
Before he looked at it, it was a road that would never end.
However, when he looked at it, he found that it was a light pillar standing in front of him. It seemed that he would never be able to climb to the top of the light pillar.
If he didn’t look at it, it was a road. If he looked at it, it was a pillar.
One horizontal and one vertical.
Was it horizontal or vertical?
Was it a road or a pillar?
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen laughed. “Today, I have achieved the Grade Three Swordsmanship Saintwill. The name of the saintwill is One.”
The most challenging thing in the world was One. It represented perfection and the beginning of all things.
It represented the Swordsmanship’s true self, purity, unbending and unevil.
It represented indomitable spirit and uniqueness.
It meant that he would never be able to walk the path of Swordsmanship and that he needed to climb to the top of Swordsmanship in his whole life.
Horizontal was one, and vertical was also one.
Every sword was one.
BOOM!
In the center of the six divine swords, Zhang Ruochen, who had turned into a light spot in the Canon of Origin light cloud, suddenly appeared. He stood straight and naked, his long hair flying in the air.
A light column rushed out of his body, flying above his head and under his feet.
The light column flew out of his head and hit the center of the Blood Moon.
The Blood Moon was shattered with a bang, and the blood mist wrapped around the six swords disappeared. The six swords were overjoyed. They cut off the black qi surging up from below and regained their freedom.
Swoosh
The six swords flew through the space, leaving six trails of flame light. The sound of wind breaking was as loud as thunder.
“He has succeeded. He has condensed the Grade Three Swordsmanship Saintwill.”
“I knew he would succeed. From the first time I saw him, I knew he was extraordinary.”
It was at this moment that a change occurred.
In the light cloud, the Canon of Origin that had never accepted Zhang Ruochen’s was now rushing crazily into his body.
At first, Zhang Ruochen was overjoyed. He thought that he had received the approval of the Canon of Origin.
However, as more and more of the Canon of Origin fused into his body, he could not bear it anymore.
The Canon was supposed to be a power that only gods could control.
A Saint Realm cultivator could control it, but if there were too many of them, he would be stuffed to death.
The Canon of Origin had no intelligence. It did not know that Zhang Ruochen could not bear too many of the Canon of Origin. It just kept rushing into his body. He could not refuse it even if he wanted to.
When Zhang Ruochen had taken the Heart of Truth, the Lord of the Fane of Truth told him that a cultivator without the Heart of Truth could only grasp one-tenth of the Canon of Truth no matter how strong he was.
It was the same Path of the Ancients. There must be a limit to how much Canon of Origin a cultivator could withstand. He didn’t know if it was one-tenth, but Zhang Ruochen was about to collapse. His saint’s soul was about to explode. His body was about to explode. His spiritual power was about to collapse.
It was too tragic!
Extreme joy begets sorrow.
Zhang Ruochen had just condensed the Grade Three Swordsmanship Saintwill. Was he going to be stuffed to death by the Canon of Origin?
Zhang Ruochen was very unwilling to die like this.
Ji Fanxin transformed back into the Lotus of Divine Reflection and appeared at his feet. She said telepathically, “Give it to me.”
“Okay!”
Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged and tried his best to mobilize the Canon of Origin in his body and pass it on to the Lotus of Divine Reflection.
Fortunately, the Lotus of Divine Reflection was born from the Origin. It slowly absorbed the Canon of Origin in Zhang Ruochen’s body. However, it was too slow. More Canon of Origin poured into Zhang Ruochen’s body.
“Now’s the chance!”
Bai Qing’er’s beautiful eyes shone. The opportunity that she had been waiting for finally arrived.
Whoosh
She turned into a light and flew toward the Lotus of Divine Reflection.
A divine sword descended from the sky and cut off her path. The sword light was only inches away from her.
“You shall not pass!”
The other five divine swords flew over one after another and surrounded Bai Qing’er.
Six streaks of divine power came simultaneously, but Bai Qing’er remained calm. “Can’t you see that your master is about to die from the Canon of Origin?
Only I can save him.”
“Why should we believe you?” One of the swords asked in a deep voice.
In the distance, Zhang Ruochen let out a long cry from the Lotus of Divine Reflection. It was as if he was suffering from inhuman pain.
Bai Qing’er said, “You have no choice but to believe me.”
The eldest brother sword, which was the most intact, said, “Let her go. If the master dies here, just kill her and bury her with our master.”
After the six divine swords retreated, Bai Qing’er’s graceful figure flew into the Lotus of Divine Reflection like Fairy Lingbo. She laughed in her heart. “Mere sword spirits had fallen to my tricks. Zhang Ruochen, I will take your blood and the Canon of Origin!”
Bai Qing’er made up her mind that once she siphoned Zhang Ruochen’s blood and recovered to a certain extent, she would break through the realm and become a god.
Once Bai Qing’er became a god, with her identity as the Master of Origin, she could withstand any amount of Canon of Origin. Then, she suppressed the vessel spirit of the Demon Geospiza and took it away, becoming the biggest winner of this trip to the Fane of Origin.
However, just as she approached Zhang Ruochen and was about to cut the blood vessels on his wrist, she found that her body suddenly could not move, as if there were thousands of threads binding her.
“What’s going on? This power….”
Bai Qing’er’s face turned pale. She realized that something was wrong.
“No need to guess. It’s the power of the Canon of Origin,” Zhang Ruochen said.
A large amount of the Canon of Origin was in Zhang Ruochen’s body. Of course, he could mobilize the power of the Canon to suppress Bai Qing’er.
It must be known that a Saint Realm cultivator had one percent of the Canon of Truth. He was the Envoy of Truth and could fight against the gods.
‘Zhang Ruochen had more than one percent of the Canon of Origin in his body now?’ Bai Qing’er thought.
At the critical moment of life and death, Zhang Ruochen could not care less. He pulled Bai Qing’er over and pressed her onto his body.
At this moment, Bai Qing’er could not move her body. She was like a cat being pressed down by a hound.
Zhang Ruochen’s wide eyes stared at Bai Qing’er’s almond-shaped eyes at a close distance. He said, “Do you want it?”
Bai Qing’er did not give in. She stared at him coldly and said calmly, “Why are you talking so much nonsense? Give it to me! I mean the Canon of Origin.”
SWOOSH!
Zhang Ruochen pressed his palm down and hit Bai Qing’er’s forehead, continuously sending the Canon of Origin inside her body.
“It’s too slow! I’m afraid that you’ll be stuffed to death before you can pass the Canon of Origin to me. In fact, the transformation of Yin and Yang is the fastest. Don’t you have to come out?” Bai Qing’er said.
Zhang Ruochen was stunned. “How can I transform Yin and Yang?”
“You’re holding me down, but you’re asking me how to transform Yin and Yang? You’re a notorious traitor. Are you more innocent than a newbie like me?” Bai Qing’er was calm and cold throughout.
Zhang Ruochen had never thought that the extremely arrogant woman under him would say such a thing.
Bai Qing’er had her own considerations. If she failed to break the realm and become a god, Zhang Ruochen was stuffed to death by the Canon of Origin. Not to mention whether the six divine swords would spare her life. Even if they did, she would not be able to take away any of the Canon of Origin today.
Just now, her state of mind became clear.
Since she had lost the bet, what if she married Zhang Ruochen?
Her state of mind could be perfected.
Since she had decided to marry Zhang Ruochen, anything that happened between them seemed to be acceptable.
Moreover, Zhang Ruochen had actually condensed the Grade Three Swordsmanship Saintwill. This really made Bai Qing’er look at him in a new light.
Seeing that Zhang Ruochen did not respond for a long time, Bai Qing’er closed her beautiful eyes. Her eyelashes were long and curvy. She took a deep breath, propped up her slim waist, and said, “Forget it. I’ll go first.”
She was about to get up, but Zhang Ruochen pushed her back.
“Stay down there. If that’s the case, then turn yin and yang. Don’t regret it in the future.’
“I never do anything I regret! Remember, let the person below turn into a human body and turn yin and yang together… ah… Hmm…”
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