Chapter 1139 - 1139 Embracing the Righteous Sword Dao, Entering the Heaven Immortal Realm (2)
1139 Embracing the Righteous Sword Dao, Entering the Heaven Immortal Realm (2)
“After suffering three consecutive defeats, I finally gained enlightenment,” he said with a soft sigh.
A trace of nostalgia appeared on Huang Huan’s face as he continued, “Human strength has its limits; it will eventually run dry.”
Human strength had its limits.
Sword cultivators were the most aloof creatures in the cultivation world.
As long as their swords remained unbroken and their will unshattered, they would not bow to anyone.
But once a sword cultivator lowered his head, would he still be a proud and aloof sword cultivator?
Just thinking about it, how could there be an undefeated sword cultivator in the world?
Huang Huan’s words immersed everyone in the hall in contemplation.
Defeat?
Han Muye knew that sword cultivators were not invincible.
But what if he could be undefeated?
“Actually, there’s another way.” At this moment, Huang Huan’s voice sounded again.
Han Muye looked at him and saw a hint of loneliness on his face.
“Fight to the end and never look back.
“Gather the will of battle and the intent of the sword, nourishing oneself through war, becoming stronger with each battle.”
Let the will to fight surge, never ceasing!
This was the cultivation method of the Blood Battle Sect!
The hall was filled with gasps.
It was said that the Three Streams Sword Immortal, Huang Huan, was a member of the Blood Battle Sect. Now that he was talking about cultivation methods, it was really the Blood Battle Sect’s method.
Sensing the astonishment of the crowd, Huang Huan said lightly, “Back in the day, I was defeated in a battle within the sect and was subsequently exiled.
“In the sect, there were those undefeated powerhouses, their will to fight gathering until it seemed capable of shaking the heavens and earth.”
Han Muye could imagine how majestic the invincible fighting spirit of the elite experts who had never been defeated was.
It was precisely because of this that many members of the Blood Battle Sect deliberately refrained from suppressing their agitation and arrogance, putting themselves in a state of excitement born from being invincible.
The Blood Battle Sect was composed of these undefeated powerhouses, which was why they grew stronger with every battle.
Han Muye’s gaze landed on Huang Huan and he suddenly had a thought.
The core members of Blood Battle Sect were all elites who had never been defeated in a hundred battles.
But what about the losers other than the elites?
The losers could only be eliminated!
This was the world of immortal cultivators!
No matter what kind of expert you were, as long as you were defeated, you would slowly sink.
Only an invincible expert had a chance to step into the peak.
The Blood Battle Sect was like this, but wasn’t the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect the same?
Which faction of the Daoist community or the demon race wasn’t like this?
This was the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal World.
It was no longer a natural selection in the mortal world, but a true intermediate selection.
Therefore, the entire world was controlled by the strong, and the Great Dao in the world was also the thought of the strong.
The weak had no right to make any decisions.
Was he willing to accept this?
Who would be willing to be judged as a weakling?
However, so what if he was unwilling?
This was the Dao of Heaven and Earth.
The strong were always strong.
In the hall, Huang Huan’s words were filled with a sense of oppression.
“Actually, there are more choices besides victory and defeat.” Han Muye shook his head, but his body was condensed with battle intent.
He could choose other paths, but it did not mean that he would choose them himself.
Seeing the fighting spirit of the sword light on his body, Huang Huan said, “If you take a step back, the world will naturally be wide open. However, among all the choices in the world, sword cultivators always like to choose the most difficult ones, don’t you think so?”
There was no need for an answer.
Not only was the sword intent and battle intent condensed from Han Muye’s body a choice,
As a swordsman challenging the three million li undefeated mark, how could Han Muye not pursue the most challenging path?
Moreover, if it weren’t for seeing through the Blood Battle Sect’s methods, his belief in being undefeated might truly align with the cultivation method of the Blood Battle Sect.
If he went to the Blood Battle Sect, he might be a core elite.
“Brother Huang’s words of being undefeated in a hundred battles do conform to the rules of the cultivation world.”
“It’s a pity that our realms are still far inferior. There’s no way to figure it out…” Su Zisheng shook his head and muttered regretfully. Then, he raised his hand and handed a treasure to Huang Huan.
Huang Huan accepted it without hesitation.
After that, many people in the hall expressed their confusion. With the answer that made people’s eyes light up, Su Zisheng gave away the treasure.
Two hours later, only the two greenish-black swords were left floating in the hall.
Everyone looked at Huang Huan, who was sitting at the head of the table.
Of the two swords, one was the prize for the battle between Han Wudi and Huang Huan, and the other was naturally the reward for the Three Streams Sword Immortal, Huang Huan, asking his questions and answering them.
However, in this hall, wasn’t the Invincible City Lord the only one who could answer Huang Huan’s confusion?
“My name is Three Streams Sword Immortal. Actually, I should be called Three Breaths.” Huang Huan stood up and condensed sword intent on his body.
“My sword is fast and condenses pure power.
“This is an advantage, but it is also a disadvantage.”
Turning around, he looked at Han Muye. “Invincible City Lord should know what the drawback I’m talking about is.”
Han Muye nodded.
Huang Huan came from the Blood Battle Sect and pursued the speed of sword light and pure strength.
There was nothing wrong with that.
This was his greatest advantage when he had not lost a single time.
However, ever since he was defeated by someone else’s sword, Huang Huan had doubts in his heart. He felt that his sword was not fast enough or ruthless enough.
How much combat power could a sword have if its beliefs collapsed?
In the hall, some people could understand the disadvantages Huang Huan mentioned, while others could not.
All eyes were on Han Muye.
This question clearly wanted him to give an answer.
Han Muye looked ahead.
Huang Huan’s question was both the same and different from his own.
The similarity lay in both of them facing the problem of their strength not being strong enough to match their desired power.
The difference was that Han Muye wanted to be stronger, while Huang Huan wanted to preserve his power.