Sword Intent That Cannot Exist in This World (Second Update, Please Vote)

Sword Intent That Cannot Exist in This World (Second Update, Please Vote)

Time flew by, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Chen Qiye carefully guided Little Nannan in her cultivation, though the two did not address each other as master and disciple.

Little Nannan still called Chen Qiye Uncle. Bai Ningbing, on the other hand, had no shame at all, calling him Old Chen with great warmth and familiarity.

"Old Chen, do you have any more of those pills? Look, I've been stuck at the Life Spring for years. I really need a pill to fill the emptiness in my heart..."

Bai Ningbing rubbed his hands together before his chest, speaking with a fawning smile.

This fellow's thick skin was simply astounding, leaving Chen Qiye utterly helpless.

Lu Junchu and Ye Guxue had already emerged from seclusion. After all, they were young powerhouses of the Dragon Transformation realm, and their blood and vitality were frighteningly vigorous.

The six spots had been decided: Chen Qiye, Bai Ningbing, Lu Junchu, Ye Guxue, Su Manman, and Little Nannan.

Lu Junchu and Ye Guxue were both extremely astonished that Little Nannan had opened her Sea of Bitterness. Privately, the two marveled at Chen Qiye's mystery.

"Though the sword intent is powerful, it is a pity that I cannot comprehend it."

Ye Guxue had observed the Heavenly Sword Art more than a dozen times, yet he still could not grasp even the single Sword-Drawing Form. "Brother Chen's sword is like the vast stars—mysterious and unfathomable..."

As he spoke, his gaze turned toward Lu Junchu.

Lu Junchu was one of the Three Obsessions, the Sword Obsession, and an unparalleled genius at the ninth level of Dragon Transformation.

Yet she could only shake her head. "What I saw was simplicity returning to truth, without the slightest ripple. This sword intent was like a breeze through the mountains and forests, brushing past the hills until it became formless. It cannot be learned."

"Why was what I saw utterly uninhibited, wild and unrestrained..." Bai Ningbing looked utterly bewildered.

"That is your true nature!" Su Manman spoke frivolously, but her expression was grave. "How can this one sword contain so many changes? What sort of sword intent is this?"

"One sword transforming into ten thousand arts... The one who created this sword intent..."

Lu Junchu's expression turned solemn. "At the very least, they must have been a quasi-emperor!"

"A quasi-emperor?" Ye Guxue frowned. Beyond that, they did not dare to speculate.

"Little Nannan, what did you see?" Su Manman squatted down and asked with concern.

"I didn't see anything. I only saw Uncle drawing his sword." Little Nannan blinked her large eyes and answered with complete sincerity.

When her words fell, the others looked at one another, their expressions turning thoughtful.

Chen Qiye withdrew his sword momentum. His white robe fluttered in the wind as he looked at Little Nannan with a trace more surprise.

Ordinary bodies were often mediocre, as reflected in one's blood and lineage, which were inseparably tied to cultivation aptitude. Yet comprehension seemed to have nothing to do with one's physique. Little Nannan would one day attain the Dao and become an emperor, creating the Swallowing Heaven Demon Art. Her comprehension and talent had to be earth-shattering.

"Everyone has their own thoughts in their hearts, so naturally, what they see differs."

Chen Qiye slowly turned around, sweeping his gaze over them as he spoke step by step. "Obsession is sometimes the dark curtain that blocks out the heavens. It prevents you from seeing farther, deeper, and more essentially."

"Is the Great Dao ultimately simple?"

Su Manman froze before blurting it out.

Chen Qiye shook his head. Over these past days, he had read through the White Family's collection of books. With the system's aid, he could understand everything at a glance. He pointed to the sky. "Do you think the sky is clean?"

"On a clear night, the stars shine, yet there are still specks of dust."

Bai Ningbing replied, "My granduncle taught me this principle when I was young. Though the azure sky for ten thousand miles seems freshly washed, dust is endless. Endless dust forms a world. A single flower, a blade of grass, or a tree can all call themselves a vast world."

"When mortals gaze upon the stars, they believe the stars are boundless."

"When ants gaze upon mortals, they believe mortals are terrifying."

"But when one truly reaches the end of the Immortal Platform, this universe is but the blink of an eye. One can pluck the sun and moon with a raised hand, sweep a sword and sever the stars. Where, then, is this vastness? Where is this infinity?"

Ye Guxue spoke calmly. "I forge my own true self, no longer entering the mortal world, no longer allowing these heavens to veil my eyes. With a single thought, I can become eternal."

Lu Junchu nodded as well. "We cultivators should naturally rise against the heavens, ascending the Immortal Platform step by step until we reach its end and prove the Emperor's Dao with our own bodies."

"Attain the Dao and become an emperor?" Su Manman's gaze fixed on Lu Junchu. She had not expected this ethereal, peerless woman to possess such a grand and lofty ambition.

Beneath billions of stars, there were countless living beings, yet those who could truly attain the Dao and become emperors were exceedingly few. This path was destined to be littered with bones and drowned in seas of blood...

Since ancient times, how many extraordinarily gifted, peerless geniuses had fallen upon this path?

Ye Guxue sighed softly. He was known as the Emperor Sword and had long since entered the Dragon Transformation realm, but the ambition in his heart was far less than Lu Junchu's. Attaining the Dao was the only path. Only one emperor emerged every hundred thousand years. The hundred-thousand-year era since ancient times was now reaching its end. The Yuhua Emperor had vanished, and another flourishing age of countless races contending for brilliance was about to arrive.

"Brother Chen, have you ever considered it?" Ye Guxue asked in a low voice. Lu Junchu, Su Manman, and Bai Ningbing all fixed curious gazes on Chen Qiye, wanting to know his answer.

Only Little Nannan remained immersed in her own world.

Chen Qiye gazed up at the stars, his eyes deep and distant. After a moment of contemplation, he shook his head.

"Perhaps even an emperor is not the end. Perhaps immortals are not the end either."

Buzz!

The four present trembled at his words, their eyes filling with confusion and bewilderment.

At that moment, a faint sword intent began to emanate from Little Nannan. At first, it was delicate and gentle like spring rain; then it became vast and majestic like summer rain; next came the withered sorrow of autumn rain; finally, it turned into the icy cold of winter rain.

Su Manman could not help but stagger back three steps. "This is..."

"She comprehended it." Incredulity flashed through Lu Junchu's eyes. Inwardly, she silently marveled that Little Nannan had comprehended this sword intent with an ordinary body. As the Sword Obsession, her obsession with swords far surpassed that of the others. She had first been astonished by Chen Qiye's Heavenly Sword Intent, and now Little Nannan left her even more shocked.

"She comprehended her own sword intent and found her own Dao."

Lu Junchu found it difficult to imagine that a little girl who had only just opened her Sea of Bitterness could walk her own path.

Her four seasons, her spring, summer, autumn, and winter, all seemed to be sinking into the Sea of Bitterness.

"Fate?" Chen Qiye gently rubbed his smooth fingers and murmured softly, his gaze complicated as he looked at Little Nannan.

Her realm advanced like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis, one season, one realm. When her sword intent entered the icy cold of winter rain, she instantly crossed the gulf-like realms of Sea of Bitterness, Life Spring, Divine Bridge, and Other Shore.

"Dao Palace!"

"How is that possible!"

Bai Ningbing nearly bulged his eyes out. "Th-this, this, this..."

Smack! Su Manman viciously slapped his face. "Damn it, that hurts!"

"Then it's real..." Su Manman stared blankly. "Four realms in one day—breaking through four realms in one day!"

Ye Guxue and Lu Junchu could hardly believe it either. "Since ancient times, anyone capable of such a leap has without exception possessed... the bearing of an emperor."

Chen Qiye took a deep breath and spoke unhurriedly. "If anyone in these hundred thousand years can become an emperor, it will surely be among you."

As his words fell, fierce flames flashed in their eyes. Their Dao hearts seemed to ignite with boundless ambition.

"Uncle! I want to attain the Dao too!"

Little Nannan gained some insight after observing Chen Qiye's Heavenly Sword Intent. Bai Ningbing immediately brought ink and paper over, hoping to record it and add another volume to the White Family's collection.

"Perhaps this will become an emperor's treasured calligraphy in the future. When the descendants of my White Family face danger, they can bring it out to suppress an entire region." Bai Ningbing spoke with utter certainty, as if it were already true. He had made up his mind to have Little Nannan describe the sword intent she had comprehended in writing.

Little Nannan was at a loss. After seeking Chen Qiye's opinion, she picked up a soft brush and prepared to write.

The instant she put brush to paper, divine light burst from Little Nannan's entire body. Beneath its brilliant radiance stretching ten thousand feet, none of them could look directly at her with their naked eyes.

In an instant, Little Nannan wrote as though aided by the gods. An indescribable heavenly melody rang out, and hundreds of ancient characters flowed across the scroll like rivers rushing into the sea. The brush danced like dragons and serpents, strokes falling in swift succession, completed in one breath without pause.

But at that moment, something strange occurred.

The divine light faded. When everyone steadied themselves and looked again, the brush had stopped, and the words had vanished!

The rows of ancient characters beneath the brush slowly faded away until their contents could no longer be discerned. Then the paper turned to ash and scattered in the wind. It was as though an unfathomable sword intent hidden within Little Nannan's brush had destroyed everything.

"Uncle, I can't write it out." Little Nannan's cheeks flushed red. She wanted to explain it aloud, but the words that reached her lips transformed into Dao sounds.

Like an ancient primordial bell resounding between heaven and earth, they entered directly into everyone's minds.

Bai Ningbing stood dumbfounded. "Th-this, this is way too strange, isn't it?"

Su Manman frowned, unable to understand. She carefully pondered the heavenly melody Little Nannan had spoken, yet could not grasp even the slightest inspiration, much less comprehend its profound mysteries.

Even Ye Guxue, whose obsession was the sword, stood there blankly.

"The sword intent she comprehended far surpasses her own realm. It cannot be explained through the Dao Palace realm..."

Lu Junchu pondered for a moment before saying, "This heavenly melody contains a kind of momentum. The existence of this momentum is as unfathomable and mysterious as the power of heaven and earth itself. The sword momentum she contains far exceeds her sword intent and can even communicate with the power of this world. What destroyed the paper was not sword intent, but the power of heaven and earth."

"What does that mean?"

Bai Ningbing looked at Lu Junchu with utter confusion. Lu Junchu then spoke slowly, word by word, "A sword intent that cannot exist within heaven and earth!"