Storming the Divine Temple

Another half month passed.

Zhang Chongxian's eyes were unfocused, and he seemed to be in a state of suspended animation.

He had no idea how long this situation would last.

Suddenly.

The surrounding chaotic void and starry river revolved, and a dazzling purple-gold light illuminated the endless darkness.

Endless light appeared before my eyes.

However, Zhang Chongxian did not notice it immediately until he felt his back hit something.

A glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

"Is this... the end?"

He instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes, as if afraid of the light he so desperately longed for.

It took him an unknown amount of time before he gradually adapted.

His pale skin slowly regained its color.

The Gold Scale Sword reappeared before him.

A feeling I haven't had in a long time.

Boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from his body. At this moment, he felt that his Sword Intent had reached a new stage, but he did not know exactly what stage it had reached.

All I knew was that I had entered the realm of Sword Intent.

The clan's records on swordsmanship only go up to the Sword Intent; he doesn't know what goes beyond that.

Buzz--

Before he could even feel happy, he heard the distant humming of the main road.

Zhang Chongxian gazed into the distance.

Then a magnificent, imposing Divine Temple, entirely made of purple and gold, stood in the void.

Sword patterns swirled above the Divine Temple, its power overwhelming all the heavens.

Outside the Divine Temple gates stood a hundred Golden Sword Slave.

Each of them wielded Cold Iron Longsword, wore armor, and exuded a chilling Sword Intent.

Their strength had all reached the Golden Core Peak.

Seeing this, Zhang Chongxian was not surprised but delighted.

"Divine Temple! It seems that the Divine Temple is where the fortuitous opportunity lies!"

One hundred Golden Core Peak!

Hehe...

Come and fight!

Clang!

Zhang Chongxian was filled with fighting spirit, his eyes as resolute as steel.

We survived the toughest days.

What is there to fear in battle!

I'd rather die inside the Divine Temple!

His body transformed into a streak of light, charging fiercely towards the Divine Temple!

Sensing Zhang Chongxian's aura, the eyes of the hundred Golden Core Peak Sword Slave suddenly flashed with a blue light.

A mechanical voice rang out:

"Trespasser! Die!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The hundred Sword Slave charged straight at Zhang Chongxian.

Haha, you've come at the right time!

Today, let me fight to my heart's content!

For him, dying in battle was an honor, while being trapped and killed by that endless darkness was a disgrace!

Bang bang bang!

In just a moment, Zhang Chongxian clashed with the Sword Slave.

The Scale Gold Sword in his hand shimmered with light and its movements were unpredictable as he weaved back and forth among the hundred Sword Slave.

At their first meeting, he discovered that the hundred Sword Slave were working together with exceptional coordination.

His strength is in no way inferior to that of ordinary Golden Core Peak cultivators in the outside world.

The only thing they lack is defensive and offensive capabilities beyond their own strength.

Moreover, very few possess Sword Intent, and none are as strong as his Nirvana Sword Intent.

If that's the case, then there's a possibility of winning.

However, just as he was about to use the Spirit Talisman in his Storage Ring, he couldn't retrieve it no matter what he tried.

Zhang Chongxian instantly realized something:

Is this also part of the test?

Good!"

"Great Evolution Nirvana Slash!"

Boom!

A long sword, dozens of feet long, with its golden blade shrouded in black Sword Intent, slashed fiercely towards the Sword Slave.

The Sword Slave at the very front had no time to defend himself and was instantly cleaved in two.

Upon seeing this, the mechanical voice of the remaining Sword Slave sounded again:

"Form ranks!"

In an instant, all the spiritual energy surged into a Sword Slave who possessed Sword Intent.

The Sword Slave released a black sword Phantom that rushed towards the attacking blade.

The moment the explosion rang out, ninety-nine Sword Slave surrounded Zhang Chongxian.

They launched a frenzied attack.

With his sharp sword flashing, Zhang Chongxian fought back fiercely, his fighting spirit at its peak.

But long swords still managed to strike his body.

In just fifteen minutes, his clothes were torn, his flesh was torn open, and his body was covered in wounds.

Puff!

Zhang Chongxian spat out a mouthful of foul blood.

Standing in the void.

He was panting heavily, but there was no fear in his eyes.

"Cool!"

Looking at the remaining seventy-three Sword Slave, Zhang Chongxian made a decision in an instant.

"Golden Core Origin! Ignite!"

He knew that it was impossible for him to kill all of these Sword Slave with his own strength.

Only by burning oneself out completely can one have a glimmer of hope!

After burning his source energy, Zhang Chongxian's body once again unleashed a powerful aura.

Although this aura had not reached the Nascent Soul, it surpassed the Golden Core Peak.

"Kill!"

Gripping the Lin Jin Sword tightly, he charged towards the Divine Temple once more.

He could kill every ten steps, as if he were in an empty field.

With only thirty-six Sword Slave remaining, Zhang Chongxian's golden core essence was about to be exhausted.

His vitality was rapidly waning.

"Essence Blood! Ignite!"

"Lifespan! Ignite it!"

Pfft!

After beheading the last Sword Slave, Zhang Chongxian's body was on the verge of collapse.

Life vanished rapidly, and the soul was nearly extinguished.

There wasn't a single intact part of his body; he had transformed into a living, breathing being.

He lay prone on the ground, crawling towards the Divine Temple by instinct.

Blood was splattered all the way, but he crawled into the Divine Temple.

"Finally... we've arrived."

He was barely breathing and had no strength to lift his head.

Just as he caught his breath, his body was enveloped in a soft light.

Tiny specks of white light merged into the body.

The sword wounds on his body were healing rapidly.

Just then, a majestic voice rang out from inside the hall:

"Congratulations, little one, for stepping into the Evil-Breaking Hall and into the land of my inheritance!"

"To become the second person to face the inheritance test of the Evil-Breaking Heavenly Venerate."

As the sound faded, countless white lights rose from inside the hall, converging in the Main Hall center.

Before long, a humanoid Phantom, hundreds of feet tall and white-gold in color, condensed into a form.

Its specific appearance is unclear.

But one thing is certain.

Very strong.

Zhang Chongxian dared not be negligent; even though he had almost been tortured to death by the other party earlier, he still had to bow.

"Junior Zhang Chongxian pays respects to the Evil-Breaking Heavenly Venerate!"

The Evil-Breaking Heavenly Venerate nodded slightly, "His talent for cultivation is a bit lacking."

However, being able to advance one's own Nirvana Sword Intent to the second level— the Intent Manifesting as Form —at the Late Golden Core realm surpasses the vast majority of cultivators.

But compared to me, he's still far behind.

"Intent Manifesting as Form?" Zhang Chongxian asked with a puzzled expression, clearly not caring about the last sentence of the Evil-Breaking Heavenly Venerate.

She did not feel any admiration for him.

This made the Evil-Breaking Heavenly Venerate somewhat embarrassed.

Why is it a little different from what I imagined?

What about your admiration?

Where is your praise?

However, she quickly composed herself and looked at Zhang Chongxian's eyes, which were filled with a thirst for knowledge.

He began to explain:

"Very well, seeing as you are so eager to learn, I will answer your question."

"We humbly request Your Highness to enlighten us."

"Before I instruct you, I would like to hear your understanding of the way of the sword."