The Grand Competition of Disciples

Time flowed slowly. Three months had already passed within Human Hall's small world. Many things had happened in Cold Moon Palace, but they were all matters concerning the Heaven, Earth, and Spirit Halls.

As for Human Hall, no one came to disturb it at all.

Even if they wanted to, faced with the Nine Heavens Purgatory Array within Human Hall's small world, not even a Sixth Revolution Gods and Devils expert could necessarily enter!

After all, over these three months, Yang Chen's improvement had been ferociously obvious to the naked eye!

Whoosh!

A white figure danced atop a thousand-year-old tree.

His broad-sleeved robe had been replaced by a green shirt. His hair fell naturally loose, drifting in the wind beneath the flight of his longsword.

"Not bad. To cultivate the Nine Heavens Sword Canon to such a level in three months, you are already the most gifted person I have ever seen!"

A voice of admiration rang out. Su An abruptly turned to look behind him, surprise appearing on his face.

"Master?"

Yang Chen nodded with a smile. "How does it feel?"

"Master, I have already cultivated the Nine Heavens Sword Canon to the minor success stage. Although I have only just entered the Gods and Devils Realm, even if I encountered a Third Revolution Gods and Devils expert, I could still fight them!"

Yang Chen nodded slightly, a faint smile on his face as he spoke softly.

"You possess the potential for immortality, so your future prospects are naturally limitless. But remember this: since you have chosen the path of the sword, you must possess a sword heart that presses ever forward!"

"A sword heart?"

Su An's brows furrowed slightly.

Yang Chen smiled. Suddenly, he formed a sword with his fingers and thrust at a point in space.

Sharpness