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Wei Changxuan lowered his eyes and stared at his palm, where the golden sword energy wrapped around his fingertips became increasingly clear.
It seemed to possess a life of its own, darting nimbly between his fingers, sometimes hovering, sometimes stretching out.
The surface has fine and complex flowing patterns; upon closer inspection,
It was as if the trajectory of the stars and the surging veins of thunder were intertwined, possessing both the vastness of the starry sky and the domineering power of thunder.
"The primordial sword energy of the Primordial Azure Sky..." he murmured softly, his tone carrying a mixture of uncertainty and certainty.
"Senior Qingxiaozi, could this be your final gift?"
Before he finished speaking, the golden sword energy seemed to understand his words.
Suddenly, the ground began to tremble violently, and a continuous buzzing sound filled the air.
The previously soft light suddenly became intense, like a flame that had been ignited.
In an instant, it transformed into a dazzling stream of light, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart, and suddenly plunged into his brow.
In an instant, Wei Changxuan felt a loud bang in his sea of consciousness, as if thousands of thunderclaps were exploding at the same time.
Countless profound sword techniques surged in like a tidal wave bursting its banks.
The language wasn't one he was familiar with, yet he could understand it clearly.
Each word is like a small sword, carrying a sharp edge.
At the same time, countless sword shadows crisscrossed deep within his consciousness.
Some of the sword shadows are simple and unadorned, yet they exude a vast and boundless sword intent, as if the world had been created.
Some of the sword shadows were agile and swift, as if they could travel through time and space;
Other sword shadows were as heavy as mountains, containing an awe-inspiring power that could suppress all ages...
Each fleeting afterimage sent shivers down his spine.
"I see..." A bright light suddenly flashed in Wei Changxuan's eyes.
All the previous confusion and bewilderment vanished at this moment, and my mind was suddenly enlightened.
Without further hesitation, he quickly closed his eyes, formed hand seals, and entered a deep state of cultivation.
Guided by the sword technique, the primordial true energy within his body began to surge through his meridians.
What began as a trickle quickly grew into a mighty river, surging forward with unstoppable momentum.
It continuously collided and merged with that primordial sword energy within his dantian.
Every collision sparks brilliant fireworks, and every fusion makes the two forces more condensed and domineering.
The light surrounding him grew even stronger, the gold and blue colors intertwined.
Like two burning flames, they enveloped his entire body.
The golden light emanated from the primordial sword energy, carrying with it a majestic divine might;
The blue light originated from primordial energy, exuding a gentle and vibrant quality.
The two lights intertwined and complemented each other, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
After an unknown amount of time, a pair of illusory wings gradually appeared behind him.
The wings were broad and outstretched, the outlines of the feathers indistinct, yet they exuded an indescribable sense of sacredness.
The edges of the wings were covered with dense, mysterious runes that flickered intermittently.
It seems to have been written with the primordial chaos of the beginning of time, containing endless mysteries.
Each subtle, almost imperceptible movement of the fan created ripples that were visible to the naked eye.
The ripples did not spread in the air, but rather acted directly on the space at a force of 4.8.
It caused the surrounding void to distort slightly, as if it might be torn apart at any moment.
Wei Changxuan was completely absorbed in his cultivation, and nothing in the outside world could disturb him.
The fusion of Primordial True Qi and Origin Sword Qi continues.
Each encounter deepened his understanding of swordsmanship.
Each fusion made him even more powerful.
He could clearly feel that his body was undergoing tremendous changes.
The meridians became wider and stronger, and the true qi within the dantian became increasingly condensed and pure.
Nourished by those profound sword techniques, his sea of consciousness also became more vast and profound.
Chapter 426 Sword Qi Mastery!
Spring goes and autumn comes, cold comes and heat goes, and several days pass quietly in the practice of morning bells and evening drums.
In front of the cave deep in the valley, the vines on the cliff face withered and flourished again.
The bluestone beside the stream has been polished smoother by time, but the figure sitting cross-legged remains motionless.
Like a silent jade sculpture, the spiritual energy surrounding it grows richer and more profound without one even realizing it.
It was as if the vitality of the entire valley was incorporated into its breathing.
Several days later, on a clear morning, just as dawn was breaking and the eastern horizon was beginning to lighten, a sword cry resounded from the depths of the valley like the roar of a dragon.
The voice was initially deep and resonant, like a giant beast lying in wait, but in an instant it transformed into a clear and melodious sound that could pierce through clouds and split rocks.
It was as if a real dragon had awakened from its slumber, causing rocks to fall from the cliff face and the stream to freeze.
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling golden sword light shot into the sky, like a sharp blade cleaving through chaos.
Wherever it passed, the morning mist was instantly torn apart, and even the thick clouds were forcibly cleaved open with a straight slit, revealing the clear blue sky behind it.
The dazzling light, like the rising sun, instantly illuminated the entire valley.
Even the distant, undulating mountains reflect every line on the rocks and every drop of dew on the grass and trees clearly.
Wei Changxuan slowly opened his eyes, his pupils seemingly reflecting a galaxy, with countless points of light flickering in the depths of his pupils before returning to their profound depths in the blink of an eye.
He gently raised his hand, his five fingers twitching slightly, and a golden sword aura, condensed to the point of being tangible, shot out from the air.
It drew a subtle yet clear trajectory in the void.
With a soft "whoosh," a hair-thin spatial rift appeared where the sword energy passed.
A chillingly deep darkness emanated from the crack, with faint, shimmering light flickering within.
It was also mixed with the whistling sound unique to the turbulent flow of time and space, as if it concealed countless unknown dangers.
"The Primordial Azure Sky Sword has finally been completed."
He murmured softly, his voice hoarse with a hint of relief, yet also revealing an undisguised excitement.
His robes fluttered in the mountain wind, the cuffs and hem rising in graceful arcs, yet they did not shake his upright and pine-like figure.
He looked up into the distance, his gaze seemingly piercing through mountains and crossing rushing rivers!
Jing Ni, Yan Ling Ji, and Mu Nan Zhi were also waiting nearby.
At the summit of Mount Qingcheng, clouds and mist swirl, creating an ethereal atmosphere.
The primordial palace that once existed in the mortal world is long gone, leaving only a desolate ruin, with dark green moss creeping over the broken walls.
Occasionally, one can glimpse sword marks and scorch marks left from the fierce battle years ago amidst the piles of rubble.
However, around this seemingly silent ruin, dozens of subtle yet powerful auras lurked like dormant beasts.
A delicate balance was maintained between them, and neither side wanted to break the tranquility first.
Lu Shaoyou stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a snow-white blue robe, his posture upright and tall like bamboo.
The Azure Sky Sword hovered silently behind him, its blade appearing and disappearing in the clouds, without emitting any light.
The sword energy around him was completely contained, yet it was as deep and vast as the sea, as if the mountains beneath his feet had become an extension of his sword energy.
With each steady breath he took, he could cause the spiritual energy within a radius of ten feet to flow.
It forms ripples that are barely visible to the naked eye, causing the surrounding plants to sway slightly, as if echoing this powerful force.
On a large rock not far away, Lei Qianjue sat cross-legged.
Her silver hair gleamed with a cold luster in the morning light, with strands of lightning swirling around her hair like silver threads.
A few faint arcs of electricity danced between his fingertips, and a bluish-purple light flickered between his fingers.
Seemingly unremarkable, yet it exuded a chilling aura—several birds attempting to approach had only just entered the 800-zhang range when…
It was as if it had crashed into an invisible barrier, and it frantically flapped its wings to change direction and flee in panic.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a hearty laugh suddenly erupted from afar, its sound like the striking of bells and chimes, echoing through the valley and causing the dewdrops on the branches to tumble down.
"I've kept you all waiting!" Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Sikong Yan standing on a golden auspicious cloud formed from Confucian mantras.
Runes flowed above the auspicious clouds, radiating a soft yet solemn light.
The landscape fan in his hand swayed gently, and the phantom images of ancient texts appeared on its surface.
On the yellowed pages, every word gleamed with a faint golden light.
The righteous energy surging around him was like a golden tide.
It even dyed the surrounding clouds and mist a bright yellow, and from afar, it resembled a sage who had stepped out of a painting, exuding extraordinary majesty.
Chapter 427 Powerful Pressure!
A genuine smile graced Lu Shaoyou's face as he briskly stepped forward to meet him.
The Azure Sky Sword behind him seemed to tremble gently, its blade gleaming warmly in the sunlight.
It seemed to be a silent echo, the feeling of old friends reuniting after a long separation.
Looking at Sikong Yan's tall and upright figure, he laughed loudly: "Brother Sikong, judging from your demeanor and spirit, you must have fully recovered."
Sikong Yan nodded slightly in greeting, his wide sleeves fluttering gently with the movement.
Faint golden runes could be seen flowing beneath the fabric, shimmering like living things.
Thanks to you all, his voice was steady and powerful, with a clear and resonant quality.
Thanks to that Nine-Turn Golden Pill, not only was all the corpse poison in my body neutralized, but I also had a great opportunity while meditating on Confucian classics.