Platinum Light and Shadow

Bai Yang understood clearly that Thor's Nine-Layer Thunder Blade could reach up to seven times the body's physical strength.

Meanwhile, the average standard for an Apprentice Rank nine of Falling Ink Star was a force output of ten—and that was just the baseline!

It could also enhance speed, and even extend this amplification to defense!

One had to know that Hu Yanbo himself was a Spirit Reader; his expertise in martial cultivation was naturally somewhat lacking.

Yet even his low-ranking servants could reach this level, which showed the requirements weren't actually that high.

Although in the original story, Luo Feng, and later Hong and Thor who learned the Falling Ink Star inheritance, never demonstrated any practical results in this area.

Theoretically, such a method must exist, and it was something that could be mastered even at the Apprentice Rank.

After all, the original story's limit for force output was a hundred times!

Bai Yang's progress was astonishingly fast, and he soon mastered all three initial layers of the Mist Sword.

His sword strikes had now reached supersonic speed; when he went all out, he could execute all 567 sword techniques in one continuous flow.

Due to the characteristics of the Mount Hua Sword, platinum sword marks lingered in the air throughout Building 3, refusing to fade for a long time.

Bai Yang stopped to observe, vaguely sensing that these sword-mark light shadows seemed to be depicting something.

Yet they were fragmented and highly abstract, sharing some common ground with the doodles in that notebook.

He knew he was on the right track—the secret of the Mount Hua Sword might lie right here!

From around noon until evening, Bai Yang stayed shut in without leaving.

He continuously cultivated this Mist Sword, and as his mastery of the techniques progressed.

The retention time of the platinum sword marks kept extending.

Around eleven at night, Bai Yang had been training nonstop for twelve hours.

His Mist Sword techniques had finally reached the sixth layer!

A total of 5,103 platinum sword lights painted a majestic scene of rolling mountain ranges throughout Building 3.

He vaguely felt something was off—could this light-shadow image formed by the sword marks really have anything to do with cultivation?

He set aside tonight's genetic energy cultivation for now; he had to first figure out the problem within this sword technique.

With his eidetic memory, he directly committed the entire three-dimensional light-shadow image to his mind.

Then Bai Yang lay down on the ground, resting while pondering whether this pattern might be connected to something.

Of course, he wouldn't overlook the doodles in that notebook.

He lay there for a while like this, but still couldn't grasp the key.

Due to extreme fatigue, lying in such a comfortable flat posture, he couldn't help but drift into a half-asleep, half-awake state.

Soon, his mind began to wander, his focus no longer sharp.

His gaze unconsciously started to roam, and he happened to glance up at the skylight in the roof.

Countless stars were shining brightly, casting their light across the sky.

The sky of the base city era was far cleaner than the big cities of Bai Yang's previous life.

Without the obstruction of a red glow everywhere, the brightness and positions of the stars could be clearly seen with the naked eye.

Bai Yang took the chance to look a bit longer, quickly recognizing many famous stars from his past life.

The renowned "Big Dipper," of course, he didn't miss either.

Suddenly, his heart shook violently!

The Big Dipper!? Seven stars forming a pattern?

Some stars were ordinary in themselves, only forcibly grouped into certain patterns because of their positions.

Could the directional positions of the Mist Sword's footwork hold some special value?

Bai Yang smacked his own head hard—such a simple thing, why hadn't he tried it first?

He'd gotten a bit full of himself, actually overlooking the footwork inherent in the technique.

His spirits soared, and with a sudden carp leap, he sprang to his feet.

This time, he strictly followed the step directions in the manual and began executing the sword technique.

Soon, the platinum sword-light image reappeared, undergoing a earth-shattering transformation!

Bai Yang never imagined that what was clearly a picture of mountain and river trends, after adjusting the direction.

Every aspect of the entire image began to inexplicably fold in on itself, forming new content.

The first six layers totaled 5,103 techniques, each with several twists and changes.

Tens of thousands of sword marks twisted and intermingled, the changes so complex that even Bai Yang couldn't deduce what came next.

Soon, a platinum-white humanoid light shadow appeared within Building 3.

Bai Yang watched in shock; his sword technique continued without pause, the previous sword marks fading at any moment, only to be replenished anew.

It was like a massive, transparent internal projection of a human body, displaying the trajectory of hidden force flowing through the body's interior.

These silver-white hidden forces split into hundreds of tributaries flowing through the body, with their direction, position, range, and speed of movement.

Every single detail struck Bai Yang as extraordinary, and there had to be profound meaning behind it.

Some hidden forces even collided with each other before changing direction again.

Others, after intertwining, would inexplicably split into several tributaries or even merge back into one.

With such an intricate and chaotic situation, trying to sort out every single change was truly as difficult as reaching the heavens!

Fortunately, his memory was incredibly strong; otherwise, there was no way he could remember all this content.

Bai Yang knew he had definitely found the path!

The scribbles in that notebook were the initial nodes of the image's changes.

Linghu Yi might have been exposed to the Mount Hua Sword's radiation and seen this scene in a dream.

But for him to depict it on two-dimensional white paper was undoubtedly a fool's dream—not even a single word was possible.

This technique was so complex that new changes seemed to be born endlessly.

It was like a video that could never end playing on and on. Bai Yang gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on.

Finally, eight hours passed, and Bai Yang's physical strength and energy were nearly exhausted.

The platinum-white humanoid light shadow finally stopped changing.

All the hidden force flow paths converged into one, rushing toward the lower abdomen's dantian, and eventually disappeared.

The Mount Hua Sword in his hand seemed to have suddenly met some condition, emitting a holographic projection from the lotus-shaped guard.

Bai Yang immediately lay down to rest and watched the scene intently.

He saw an arrogant alien standing on a high platform, demonstrating a sword technique, speaking in some cosmic language as he practiced.

The sword in his hand, like the Mount Hua Sword, had the property of leaving light traces.

The original owner of the Mount Hua Sword and a group of others seemed to be standing below watching, trying to learn.

But unlike Bai Yang, they only watched about one or two thousand moves before becoming confused, let alone forming a light humanoid figure.

Then similar scenes appeared several times.

By the last time, the original owner seemed able to perform the entire sword technique, forming a platinum-white light shadow.

Before he could be happy, he was frightened by the chaotic, tangled mess of hidden force directions.

He forced himself to watch a few more glances but found he couldn't remember anything at all.

That person gritted his teeth and endured, watching, until suddenly his mental energy ran out, his vision went black, and he fainted.

That was where the recording ended.