Inside a pavilion aboard the warship.
Chu Kuangren took out the painting he had obtained from Helou Liangyi and unfurled it.
The middle-aged man in blue appeared within the scroll again. A vast sword intent poured forth, as though unfolding a peerless sword art before Chu Kuangren.
His mind stirred slightly, and his Immortal Consciousness entered it.
Before long, he arrived amid verdant mountains and clear waters. Before him, the middle-aged man in blue smiled faintly at him, then thrust his sword!
Sword intent surged, boundlessly vast.
Chu Kuangren formed a Sword Finger, his sword intent flowing as he clashed with the man.
A metallic clang rang out.
Sword met sword, Sword Techniques collided, and sword intents intertwined. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged no fewer than a hundred blows.
During these exchanges, besides honing his own Sword Techniques, Chu Kuangren constantly comprehended Changfengzi's sword intent and made it his own.
"Sword, wind and thunder!"
"Sword, cycle of death and life!"
"Sword, shatter yin and yang, settle heaven and earth!"
"Sword, burn!"
"Sword, Immortal-Slayer!"
All manner of exquisite sword arts unfolded in Chu Kuangren's hands.
Among them were faint traces of Zhou's Sword, Zhu Xian Sword Qi, the Nine-Layer Sword Barrier, the Jingshen Sword Art, and other arts from the Twenty-Four Sword Dao Arts renowned throughout the Pangu Universe.
These sword arts collided with the Myriad Phenomena Sword Art, becoming endless inspiration in Chu Kuangren's mind and faintly taking shape as an entirely new sword art.
No.
Calling it a sword art was somewhat imprecise.
It could not be considered a single sword art at all. It had no moves or forms, yet also infinite moves and infinite forms!
It was a sword art, a method of wielding a sword.
It was not a sword art, for