Platinum Light Shadow

Bai Yang knew very well that Thor's Nine-Layer Thunder Blade could increase the user's physical strength by up to seven times.

The average standard for a ninth-rank Falling Ink Star apprentice was a force amplification of ten. And that was only the average!

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

Hu Yanbo was a Spirit Reader himself, so he was bound to be comparatively less skilled in a warrior's cultivation.

Even his lowest-ranking servants could reach this level, which showed that the requirements couldn't be all that high.

Although in the original story, Luo Feng and Hong, who later learned the Falling Ink Star Inheritance, never actually demonstrated this ability, and neither did Thor.

But in theory, there had to be a way to do it, and it was something that could be mastered at the Apprentice Rank.

After all, the force amplification limit in the original story was a hundred times!

Bai Yang made astonishingly rapid progress and soon mastered all the moves in the first three levels of the Mist Sword.

His sword had now reached the speed of sound, and when he went all out, he could execute 567 moves in one seamless sequence.

Thanks to the unique properties of the Mount Hua Sword, Platinum Sword Marks lingered in the air throughout the entire third building, fading only after a long time.

Bai Yang paused to observe them. He had a vague feeling that the light and shadow formed by the sword marks were depicting something.

But the image was fragmented and highly abstract, with some similarities to the doodles in that notebook.

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

From around noon until night, Bai Yang stayed in his room with the door shut.

He kept practicing the Mist Sword, refining the moves as he mastered them.

The Platinum Sword Marks lingered for longer and longer.

Around eleven that night, Bai Yang had been practicing nonstop for twelve hours.

At last, he had trained the Mist Sword up to the sixth level!

The 5,103 Platinum Sword Lights formed a majestic scene of rolling mountain ranges throughout the entire third building.

He felt that something was off. How could the light-and-shadow image formed by these sword marks have anything to do with cultivation?

He could forget about practicing Genetic Origin Energy tonight. He had to figure out the problem with this sword technique first.

He had a photographic memory, so he immediately committed the entire three-dimensional image to memory.

Then Bai Yang lay down on the floor, resting as he pondered whether the pattern might be connected to something.

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

He lay there for a while, but still couldn't figure it out.

He was so exhausted that, lying there in such a comfortable position, he began to drift in and out of consciousness.

Soon, his thoughts began to scatter, and he could no longer concentrate as well.

His gaze wandered unconsciously. By chance, he looked out through the skylight in the roof.

The sky was full of glittering stars, shining down from above.

Compared to the big cities of Bai Yang's previous life, the skies in the Base City era were much cleaner.

With no red glow obscuring the sky, the stars' brightness and positions were crystal clear to the naked eye.

Bai Yang took a few more looks and soon recognized quite a few famous stars from his previous life.

Of course, he didn't miss the famous Big Dipper.

Suddenly, his heart gave a violent jolt!

The Big Dipper? Seven stars forming a pattern?

Some stars were ordinary in themselves, but because of their positions, people had forced them into a particular pattern.

Could the footwork positions in the Mist Sword have some special significance?

Bai Yang gave himself a hard smack on the head. How could he not have tried something so simple sooner?

He'd gotten a little carried away, ignoring the footwork that came with the technique.

His spirits soared, and he sprang to his feet with a sudden kip-up.

This time, he followed the footwork positions in the book to the letter as he performed the sword technique.

The Platinum Sword Light image soon appeared again, and it underwent a drastic transformation!

Bai Yang never would have expected that the image, which had previously depicted the flow of mountains and rivers, would, after he changed his orientation,

begin folding in on itself in every direction, forming something entirely new.

The first six levels had a total of 5,103 moves, and each move contained several changes in direction.

Tens of thousands of sword marks twisted and intertwined, their changes so complex that even Bai Yang couldn't deduce what would come next.

Soon, a platinum-colored human-shaped image appeared in the third building.

Bai Yang was astonished. He kept up the sword movements as the earlier sword marks faded and were continuously replenished.

It was like a three-dimensional projection of a huge, transparent human body, displaying the path of dark force flowing through the body.

The silver-white streams of dark force split into hundreds of branches and flowed through the body, each with its own direction, position, range, and speed.

Every detail struck Bai Yang as extraordinary. There had to be a deeper meaning to it.

Some streams of dark force even collided with one another before changing direction.

Others crossed paths, then suddenly split into several streams for no apparent reason, only to merge back into one again.

The situation was so intricate that untangling the patterns behind every change seemed almost impossible!

Fortunately, his memory was so astonishingly strong that otherwise, he wouldn't have had a chance of remembering any of it.

Bai Yang knew he had definitely found the right path this time!

The doodles in that notebook were a few of the earliest points in the image's transformations.

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

But expecting him to draw it on a two-dimensional sheet of paper was pure fantasy, let alone describe it in words.

This technique was incredibly complex. New changes seemed to emerge without end.

It was like watching a video that would never finish. Bai Yang gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep going.

At last, eight hours passed. Bai Yang's strength and energy were nearly exhausted.

The platinum-colored human image finally stopped changing.

All the paths of the flowing dark force converged and rushed toward the dantian in the lower abdomen, then disappeared.

The Mount Hua Sword in his hand seemed to have suddenly met some condition. A holographic projection shot out from its lotus-shaped guard.

Bai Yang immediately lay down to rest and watched the image closely.

He saw an arrogant-looking alien standing on a high platform, demonstrating a sword technique while saying something in an alien language.

The treasured sword in his hand had the same ability as the Mount Hua Sword to leave behind light and shadow.

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

But unlike Bai Yang, they had only watched roughly one or two thousand moves before becoming confused, let alone forming a human image from light and shadow.

Similar scenes appeared several more times afterward.

By the final scene, the original owner seemed to be able to perform the entire sword technique, forming a Platinum Light Shadow.

Before he could celebrate, he was overwhelmed by the countless confusing paths of dark force, which were tangled together like a ball of thread.

He forced himself to look a few more times, only to realize he couldn't remember any of it.

The man clenched his teeth and struggled to keep watching. Suddenly, his mind gave out, his vision went black, and he collapsed unconscious.

The recording ended there.