In an instant, Runes filled the sky, and the most powerful Dao Rhythm permeated the air.
As if tearing through space, a long horizontal crack appeared in the Void, then widened and widened, as if splitting heaven and earth in two.
Everyone craned their necks, their eyes fixed intently on the crack.
As the Void Divine Intent unfolded, the scene within the crack came into view.
To everyone's disappointment, the interior remained a vast expanse of white, with only the sound of surging waves reaching the ears.
"Is it ultimately not feasible?"
Martial Saint Murong's face was heavy, even somewhat tragic.
This outcome was unacceptable to him.
"Forget it, let's try again when Little Jiang is stronger."
Jiang Saint sighed and prepared to return home.
"Wait a little longer, I only traveled a hundred miles."
"..." Everyone fell silent, speechless.
"I'm getting old, my heart can't take it, Jiang Saint, stop joking."
Martial Saint Murong's eyes held a hint of resentment; he had almost shed tears of disappointment just now.
"Non-Self don't want to tear through a thousand miles directly, but something's wrong here. I'm blocked. It seems like the space is more stable, or perhaps some kind of force is hindering me."
Jiang Ping raised an eyebrow slightly.
Just now, he used his Void Divine Intent to infinitely shorten the distance between the two points, but was hindered by some force, making the process very difficult.
"No rush, take your time."
The saints waited quietly. Although the scene in the Spatial Channel before them was changing, it remained a white mist. Clearly, the white mist seemed endless, making it impossible to see anything in the distance.
Boom!
Suddenly.
The Spatial Channel surged, and an inexplicable Qi Mechanism emerged, causing all the saints to tremble involuntarily.
Jiang Ping went even further and shut down the passage.
What's going on?
Saint Leng, who was furthest away, was startled. For a moment, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He had never felt this kind of fatal sensation during his bloody battles with the Aristocratic Family Camp.
"Have no idea."
All the saints shook their heads. They couldn't be sure what was at the other end of the passage, but they were certain that a power far beyond their comprehension had suddenly appeared.
"Jiang Saint?" They looked at Jiang Ping again; he should be able to see things more clearly now that he had created this passage.
However, Jiang Ping shook his head and said:
"I don't know."
Upon sensing danger, he immediately withdrew his Void Divine Intent, completely disregarding what might be inside.
"Could it be that there are spirits wandering Xuanxin Island, trying to enter from the outside?" Saint Leng couldn't help but wonder.
However, this was rejected by everyone.
"It doesn't seem likely. If the outside world really wanted to enter Xuanxin Island, they certainly wouldn't lack the means." Shangguan Chun shook his head.
If it were that simple, would they have been trapped for thousands of years?
There's more to this than meets the eye.
However, it is also clear that there is an unstoppable force surrounding them, thousands of miles away.
"But as Little Jiang said, it's not yet possible to find a way out of the island."
Jiang Saint said.
"In that case, let's head back."
Martial Saint Changchun said that her face was red from the cold, almost turning into an ice cube.
Afterwards, the group left somewhat disappointed, their first attempt to leave the island ending in failure.
Boom!
Jiang Ping opened the passage, and the saints returned along the same route, passing through the Northern Barbarians. Many martial saint fluctuations appeared on the horizon.
The Northern Barbarians Saints caught up with them not for a battle, but to seek a resolution.
Subsequently, the Barbarian Saint were somewhat disappointed. They learned that even though Jiang Saint had used his extraordinary methods, he had failed and had not found a way out.
A Sixth Heaven Barbarian Saint frowned deeply, seemingly lost in thought, and said:
"Is that really so? Please don't hide it from us, everyone. We also want to leave the island. Martial Artist in the world are seeking a way to survive."
"Don't believe me if you don't."
The Martial Saint Changchun had no liking for these Barbarians and spoke coldly.
"Hmm?" The Barbarian Saint raised an eyebrow, about to unleash his supreme pressure, but was met with an extremely cold gaze. He instantly shivered and regained his senses.
"I'm sorry, I lost my composure." The Barbarian Saint immediately corrected himself and quickly apologized.
He was used to being domineering on his own turf and forgot that there was someone on the other side Second Under Heaven and had just killed someone even stronger than him.
Afterwards, the Barbarian Saint, whose numbers were two or three times greater than Jiang Ping's group, watched them leave, and no one dared to question them anymore.
"Jiang Saint isn't that kind of person. There's no rush. He's still young, and we'll definitely be able to leave the island in the future."
"This is what the strongest Half-Step Seventh Heaven Barbarian Saint said."
News of Jiang Ping's failed attempt to leave the island quickly spread throughout the land.
The Martial Artist could accept this, all feeling that Jiang Saint was still young, yet his talent was so high. Even if he couldn't break free from the shackles at the Martial Saint stage, he could at least travel in spirit.
After all, in everyone's mind, the first divine traveler of this era must be Jiang Saint, and even the Lightning and Thunder Martial Saint has to take a backseat.
"Father!"
Jiang Ping entered a Private Mansion. As soon as he stepped inside, he heard his daughter's exclamation. The little girl was spinning around on the grass. When she saw her father, who had been out working long hours, she rushed over to him in a panic.
"Good boy/girl."
Jiang Ping held his daughter, gave her a couple of small kisses, and then went into the kitchen.
Inside, Chen Qingyan was wearing an apron and cooking.
They moved out of Jiang Saint Dojo, but the three of them still lived together as a family, not residing with their old friends.
After finishing his meal, Jiang Ping played with the little girl for a while, then handed her to his wife, and carrying a Black Box, he walked towards the Quiet room.
"Years!"
In the Quiet room, Jiang Ping opened the Black Box, revealing a section of a seemingly ordinary Broken Sword, without a hilt.
However, it was from this Broken Sword that the Shang Family created the renowned Years Sword Art.
Jiang Ping hadn't yet looked at the Sword Art; he planned to resonate with the sword first, and then compare it.
Buzz!
As soon as Jiang Ping resonated with the resonance, he felt dizzy and his Spiritual power was being depleted at an alarming rate.
"It's a bit of a stretch."
He whispered.
After all, even Shang Mingyuan didn't dare to directly comprehend the Broken Sword. The one who created the Years Sword Art was his ancestor, the extraordinary Shenyou.
However, Jiang Ping still wanted to give it a try. He had entered sainthood through the Samsara of Life and Death, and his transformation was far beyond that of other martial saints. His Spiritual power was terrifying, at least three times stronger than that of Jiang Saint.
Moreover, starting from the source might yield unexpected results.
Sulfuric acid!
The Broken Sword erupted with countless patterns, causing the space to tremble and the entire Quiet room to glow.
Jiang Ping had a splitting headache; this was the first time he had ever felt this bad since becoming a Martial Saint, even more painful than breaking through a cultivation barrier.
However, he persevered and truly resonated with the experience.
Thump!
In a daze, a series of magnificent scenes appeared, and Jiang Ping saw the true form of the Broken Sword.
It was on a vast land, with endless Mountains and Rivers. A complete longsword stood tall in the sky, and the pendant on the sword was larger than the stars. The rain of light that dripped down evaporated the mighty rivers.
Jiang Ping was deeply moved. This power was beyond comprehension and far more than just a mental journey.
Moreover, he only observed from a great distance, not daring to approach with his Spiritual power.
Sulfuric acid!
With a sword's cry, though no one held the sword, the longsword displayed its Divine Might, a Sword Light descending upon the mortal world like a majestic Heavenly Might.
Roar!
A deafening roar swept across the land, and Jiang Ping suddenly realized that this sword was not meant to destroy the Mountains and Rivers, but to protect them.
A colossal beast descended from beyond the world, almost reaching the sky, and a single hair of its could cleave two magnificent cities in two.
Sulfuric acid!
The long sword shot into the sky, heading straight for the giant beast. After that, everything blurred, and Jiang Ping could no longer see anything.
He seemed to be deep in thought, as if he had gained some insight.
The Years Sword Art is derived from the Sword Light displayed by the broken Broken Sword.
"Incredible! Shang Mingyuan's ancestor was indeed incredibly talented. He grasped the basics of World-Covering Heavenly Art from just a single Sword Light. His talent is definitely no less than that of Murong Shangguan's Shangguan. This is probably the reason why this clan dares to call itself Ancient Aristocratic Family."
Jiang Ping couldn't help but admire the Shang Family's background; it was not to be underestimated.
Of course, dust to dust, ashes to ashes, he will follow the aspirations of that predecessor, carry forward this Sword Art, and achieve a true transformation.
Then, he closed his eyes, resonated with the energy once more, and stopped observing the scenery to study the Sword Light.
Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
Wishing all my fellow postgraduate entrance exam takers a successful exam! I also registered back then, and I never experienced a single day of getting up early every day to study hard at the library.