Life Sword, Death Sword, Life and Death Sword

Hua Qiang was like an old monk in meditation, his aura restrained, as if he had merged with heaven and earth.

Suddenly a gentle breeze came, lifting his clothes and rippling the surrounding space, as if a mysterious power was quietly surging.

His consciousness seemed to plummet into Abyss, yet also ascend on clouds, traversing through a Chaos. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he found himself in an incredibly vast Ancient Battlefield.

The world was shrouded in darkness, with blood-red clouds hanging low, as if they might fall at any moment into this hell on earth.

Tens of millions of Devil Race and Human Race soldiers clashed in a frenzied battle, their shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and screams of agony intertwining into a chilling symphony of death.

On the ground, the earth was soaked in blood, muddy and filthy, with countless corpses piled up like mountains and severed limbs scattered everywhere.

In the sky, the Devil Race's flying units engaged in fierce battle with human cultivators, with various magical lights and Sword Qi crisscrossing and tearing the sky into pieces of a shattered canvas.

The Devil Race soldiers were bizarre in appearance, exuding an evil aura. They wielded enormous battle axes and scythes, chanting obscure incantations and unleashing black demonic flames that turned everything in their path to ashes.

Human Race soldiers, clad in armor and wielding Longsword and spears, formed battle formations, using their flesh and blood to resist the Devil Race's frenzied attacks.

The two sides fought back and forth fiercely, with countless lives lost every second. The entire battlefield seemed to have turned into Asura scene, with the sky collapsing and the earth cracking, a truly tragic sight.

Just as life and death were hanging in the balance, a golden light flashed across the sky, and a middle-aged Emperor in an apricot-yellow Dragon Robe came swiftly from the horizon.

His face was stern, and his eyes revealed a kind of majesty that looked down upon everyone.

He slowly drew his Longsword from his waist, the blade swirling with mysterious runes. As he moved, the Spiritual Qi of the entire world began to surge wildly, converging towards the sword.

The middle-aged Emperor roared, his voice shaking the heavens, and slashed his Longsword at the dense Devil Race — the Death Sword!

A jet-black sword Sword Qi ripped through the sky, tearing a huge rift in the space it passed through.

This Sword Qi seemed to contain endless death energy, sweeping across the field like waves of wheat in the wind.

Before this Sword Qi, the Devil Race soldiers were like fragile ants.

They let out desperate screams as their bodies fell to the ground, first torn to pieces by the Sword Qi, and then, under the erosion of the power of death, these fragments turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated into the air.

Blood rained down like a storm, staining vast swathes of land red. The Devil Race army suffered heavy casualties, a truly tragic sight. The demon army's frenzied offensive was instantly thwarted.

However, the reign of the middle-aged Emperor did not come to an end.

He pointed his sword at the Human Race camp and swung it once more.

This time, a dazzling green light burst forth from the sword, exploding in the air and transforming into countless tiny green raindrops, like sweet spring rain, showering down upon the Human Race soldiers.

These raindrops contain powerful life force; any Human Race soldier who gets wet by them will have their wounds heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those exhausted and dying soldiers suddenly felt their strength rapidly restored, and their eyes shone with renewed light.

The next moment, they all became energetic and spirited, gripped their weapons tightly, let out a deafening roar, and charged towards the Devil Race once again.

This is— the Life Sword!

It symbolizes life and hope, granting Human Race soldiers a second life.

Hua Qiang watched all of this as if he were watching a movie, his heart filled with turmoil.

One sword kills, one sword wounds; whether wounded or dead, it all depends on the swordsman's single thought.

This seemingly simple principle contains profound truths about the way of the sword.

His consciousness wandered through this Ancient Battlefield, repeatedly savoring the profound mysteries of those two sword moves.

As time went by, he felt his consciousness gradually merge with the power of the sword technique, as if he were the one wielding the sword, controlling the life and death of all living beings.

Gradually, mysterious runes began to appear around Hua Qiang's body. These runes shimmered with black and green light, intertwining and entwining with each other.

His sword intent continued to rise, and his originally calm aura became sometimes as cold as Abyss of death, and sometimes as warm as a spring of life.

His consciousness was constantly challenging the barriers of swordsmanship, attempting to fully comprehend the true meaning of this "Life and Death Sword".

Finally, after countless attempts and insights, a brilliant light burst forth in Hua Qiang's eyes.

He looked up to the sky and roared, his voice filled with joy and excitement.

He succeeded! He successfully comprehended the "Life and Death Sword" left by the Overlord Emperor in the Sword Comprehension Stele!

At this moment, he felt connected to heaven and earth, the gate to the way of the sword was completely open before him, and a powerful and mysterious force surged within him, as if he could truly control life and death and dominate all things.

He knew that this would be an important milestone on his swordsmanship path, and from then on, his swordsmanship level would reach a whole new height.

As Hua Qiang successfully comprehended the "Life and Death Sword," the Dao Sword, which was being nurtured in the field, suddenly emitted a dragon-like roar, and the sword trembled violently, as if an ancient beast had awakened.

In an instant, countless tiny cracks tore open in the void, and mysterious and unpredictable power surged out like a tide, carrying starlight-like radiance, completely enveloping him.

These forces, carrying an overbearing and oppressive aura, frantically drilled into his meridians, heading straight for the Dao Sword.

Hua Qiang felt as if a vast ocean had surged into his body, containing boundless vitality and power that surged through his meridians.

His skin glowed with an eerie bluish light, and his body swelled rapidly as if being inflated like a balloon, every inch of his skin enduring excruciating, tearing pain.

The Small World of the clown trembled violently, as if it would be burst apart at any moment by this force.

Hua Qiang was startled by this sudden turn of events. He gritted his teeth and activated his cultivation technique, causing his spiritual Spiritual Qi to circulate wildly, forming a huge vortex.

He channeled his power into the Dao Sword while simultaneously transferring the excess power into the Small World.

As immense spiritual power was injected, the inner Small World of the body began to expand rapidly, with green mountains and clear waters, seas of clouds and waterfalls, birds and beasts, and native inhabitants growing rapidly within it.

They had been staying in the Small World for a while, and everyone underwent a marrow cleansing and transformation, their bodies rapidly changing.

Soon, everyone reached the Immortal Realm.

The Small World within Hua Qiang's body truly became a world of immortals.

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted, and the surging power receded like a tide.

Hua Qiang was drenched in sweat, but his breathing became increasingly powerful.

To his surprise, he discovered that his cultivation level had broken through to the ninth level of the Martial King in one Nine Heavens!

What shocked him even more was that when his Spiritual Sense swept over the Dao Sword, a mysterious number appeared on the blade: 10/10000.

"The seal... has been broken again!" Hua Qiang's pupils shrank sharply.

Although the aura emanating from the Dao Sword was faint, it contained the power to World-destroying.

He could clearly sense that the sword's power had recovered to one-thousandth of its peak strength, and this was just the beginning.

His legend has only just begun.