An Epiphany on the Path of the Sword

This feeling was extremely profound, as if he were on the verge of grasping some kind of artistic conception.

But he was just a hair's breadth away.

As his very last wisp of soul power was exhausted, Chen Xing unleashed his final strike!

With one sword strike!

In the eyes of Qian Renxue, the purple-gold sword energy slowly expanded before her.

For some reason, she felt as if she had been locked onto, and she actually felt a desire to give up on defending herself.

Hidden in the shadows, She Long was horrified. Seeing the sword light about to strike, he had already prepared to intervene, but was held back by Chi Xue.

Fortunately, at the final moment, the sense of crisis from her god-level martial soul snapped Qian Renxue back to reality.

But the sword light was already inches away; if she didn't use another soul skill, she would certainly be wounded.

In her desperation, she made an instinctive reaction.

[Fourth Soul Skill: Angel's Protection]

A golden light shield emerged from within her body, absorbing all the damage the instant before the sword light descended.

However, the immense force still carried its momentum, causing the stunned Qian Renxue to stumble. She took several heavy steps backward, nearly falling off the Soul Fighting Arena.

Qian Renxue was shocked, looking down at her feet in disbelief!

She had actually been nearly knocked off the Soul Fighting Arena by a level 32 Soul Elder!

She looked up at the opposite side, only to see that Chen Xing had already closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in the center of the arena. His Purple Imperial Bamboo martial soul floated quietly before him, emitting wisps of purple-gold soul power.

"This is... an epiphany?"

The audience in the arena saw this scene and all stood up from their seats, gazing at the young man in the center of the stage.

What was going on? How could he start cultivating in the middle of a fight?

It had to be said that the kid's final strike had some substance to it; it didn't look like a soul skill, yet its power was actually enough to force back a Soul Ancestor!

The noise of the discussion was chaotic, but all of it became white noise in the ears of Qian Renxue.

"Chen Xing!"

"Just what kind of person are you!"

If Sword Douluo were present, he would certainly recognize Chen Xing's current state.

This was an "epiphany"!

And it was an epiphany unique to the path of the sword!

Even the father of Sword Douluo had only learned of it through the records of their ancestors.

On the continent, the sword path of those who wielded blades was divided into three realms:

Sword Momentum, Sword Intent, and Sword Heart.

Sword Douluo and his father had both reached the realm of Sword Heart; in this realm, man and sword became one, representing the absolute peak of existence on this continent.

Beyond that, one reached the level of gods.

Legend had it that breaking through the realm of Sword Heart would allow one to transcend the secular world and become a god.

And if someone were to have an epiphany regarding the sword path, they would gain the qualifications to become a god!

All successors of the Seven Kill Sword lineage, throughout their entire lives, had only ever reached the realm of Sword Heart as the highest level of their understanding of the sword.

It was not that these people were not hardworking, or that they lacked talent.

The root cause was simply that no one had ever been able to have an epiphany.

Yet here, Chen Xing had actually touched upon that very realm.

Although this was his first epiphany and he had only grasped the most basic Sword Momentum, the most important thing was that he now possessed the qualifications to become a god.

Qian Renxue was aghast. She immediately exited the Soul Fighting Arena and, in a hidden corner, changed back into her identity as Xue Qinghe.

She ordered the manager to clear everyone out of the area and had She Long and Chi Xue cast a barrier of soul power to ensure that no external factors would disturb Chen Xing.

Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.

But immediately after, she summoned She Long.

"Elder She Long, depart at once. Return to the Worship Hall with all speed and inform my grandfather about this matter regarding Chen Xing."

"Remember, you must recount everything that happened today, word for word, without leaving out a single detail."

"It would be best if he could come to see it for himself."

Facing such earnest instructions from their young master, She Long looked cautious, not daring to be the least bit negligent, and immediately vanished into the darkness.

Let alone Qian Renxue, even he, a Title Douluo, had never seen such a genius.

An epiphany! That was something that had only been recorded in books for thousands of years.

In any field, it represented that the individual had already gained the qualifications to become a god.

Ye Mansion.

Ye Lanyi sat cross-legged, currently in a state of meditation.

Treating Chen Xing during the day had allowed her to catch a glimpse of the boy's secret.

Within his incredibly vigorous life force, there actually existed an opportunity for her Martial Soul Evolution.

Plagued by a curse for many years, Ye Lanyi had pored over countless ancient texts and vaguely guessed the origin of the curse upon the Nine Heart Begonia lineage.

That origin was "God"!

Their heaven-defying healing effects had already transcended the rules of this continent; under the treatment of a Nine Heart Begonia Spirit Master, even the regrowth of severed limbs was only a matter of time.

It could be said that as long as a Nine Heart Begonia Spirit Master still had spirit power, the patient would never die.

Because of this, God had cast down a curse.

Across the entire continent, only two Nine Heart Begonia Spirit Masters could exist at the same time; for every additional Nine Heart Begonia martial soul that awakened, the one who had awakened first would die.

The ancestors of the Ye Clan had all been tormented by this curse.

However, Ye Lanyi was unwilling to accept this fate, and after years of research, she had actually discovered a method.

To break this curse, one had to change the quality of the martial soul.

But a Nine Heart Begonia that had already regressed was not restricted by the curse, and since the martial soul had already awakened and the spirit ring effects were fixed, regression was simply impossible.

Thus, only one path remained for her: Martial Soul Evolution!

She needed to consume rare treasures to stimulate the evolution of her martial soul.

The ancient texts of the Ye Clan once recorded dozens of immortal herbs that possessed heaven-defying effects, but unfortunately, for the past hundred years, there had been no word of any such immortal herb appearing on the continent.

Just as she was feeling disheartened, Chen Xing appeared.

The full-force strike of a level 96 Power Attack System Titled Douluo had failed to kill a six-year-old boy.

That wound looked hideous, but in reality, a mysterious power was slowly repairing it.

All of this had been witnessed by Ye Lanyi.

That incomparable aura of life had caused her martial soul to react; it was a feeling of absolute submission.

Ye Lanyi knew that the quality of this boy's martial soul was undoubtedly superior to the Nine Heart Begonia.

But what level could a martial soul be to make even the Nine Heart Begonia submit?

Driven by greed, she recalled a secret technique she had encountered in her early years.

The secret technique recorded how a lower-ranked martial soul could devour the bloodline of a higher-ranked martial soul to force a transformation.

And so, during the process of treating Chen Xing, she had truly attempted it.

A subject defying their emperor to steal their bloodline—Ye Lanyi had endured immense pressure throughout the entire process.

But the result was delightful: she had succeeded!

The secret technique was indeed effective, and she had truly stolen a trace of faint bloodline power.

This allowed her to see the hope of Martial Soul Evolution once again.

Originally, if she had simply imprisoned Chen Xing in the Ye Mansion, within ten years, she would have completely inherited the bloodline from his body.

She never expected that a Xue Qinghe would appear halfway through...

Now, the bit of bloodline power she had worked so hard to steal was actually slowly dissipating.

It was clear that if Chen Xing was not by her side, no matter how she cultivated or how she circulated her spirit power, it would all be in vain.