The Dao Enlightenment Card's enhancement had strengthened Chu Kuangren's state of enlightenment to an unbelievable degree. Comprehending supreme laws became as easy as eating and drinking, and the sight frightened Venerable Xuanqi and the others.
"Th-this is a little terrifying!"
"Indeed. What happened here?"
Venerable Xuanqi and the others exchanged bewildered looks, unsure what had happened.
But enlightenment was something one could encounter only by chance, not seek at will. It was a profoundly mysterious state, so even some strange occurrences were not beyond understanding. They therefore thought no more of it.
Meanwhile, Chu Kuangren had reached the fifth floor of the Library Pavilion.
The fifth floor was the Library Pavilion's highest level and held the Mystic Heaven Sect's foundations, recording more than a dozen of the very finest cultivation methods.
Every one was a supreme law of the highest caliber!
They were only slightly inferior to the three sage laws.
Unlike the fourth floor, the fifth floor's dozen or so supreme laws were all recorded on stone steles. Some bore palm prints, some sword marks, and others mysterious characters.
Each stone stele emanated Daoist Rhyme, as though expounding the ultimate truths of the Dao.
Unless a cultivator possessed profound cultivation or exceptional talent, it would be impossible to comprehend anything from these dozen or so stone steles.
But with a single glance, countless mysteries surged through Chu Kuangren's mind, and he absorbed them one by one. Even methods unrelated to the sword were swiftly comprehended and mastered.
The state of enlightenment combined with the Dao Enlightenment Card was far too terrifying.
The fifth floor held seventeen supreme laws of the highest caliber. Five concerned the sword, and every one was unfathomably profound.
Chu Kuangren walked up to one stone stele. Recorded upon it was an immensely profound supreme law called the Dragon-Tiger Sword Art.
Even exceptional Heavenly Prides like Nangong Huang and Murong Xuan would need at least several months to gain even a little understanding of it.
Yet Chu Kuangren mastered it completely after looking at it for only a while.
He turned his gaze to another stone stele.
In just a short time, Chu Kuangren completely mastered the sword techniques on the fifth floor. The Sword Dao Rhythm flowing from him was now extraordinarily rich. Viewed from afar, he resembled a sword immortal who had attained the Dao.
"The sword techniques in the Library Pavilion, whether high-grade wondrous methods or supreme laws, I have mastered them all. But why do I feel this emptiness inside? Of these myriad sword techniques, which should I use?"
Chu Kuangren sat cross-legged where he was, a trace of bewilderment in his eyes.
The various sword techniques he had mastered during his days in the Library Pavilion kept surfacing in his mind—wondrous methods, supreme laws...
The Sword Dao Rhythm around him changed along with them.
Boom!
An astonishing ray of sword light suddenly erupted from Chu Kuangren.
Within the sword light, a great azure dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, its might unparalleled. Countless disciples outside the Library Pavilion cried out at the sight.
"That's a supreme law, the Heaven-Severing Azure Dragon Sword Art!"
"Why did the chief disciple suddenly unleash a sword art?"
"No, that's not right. The chief disciple isn't using it. His Daoist Rhyme is manifesting naturally. What is he doing?"
As everyone exclaimed, Chu Kuangren's Sword Dao Rhythm changed again. Within the sword light, a great golden sun suddenly rose!
As the sun manifested, the surrounding air grew unbearably hot and dry.
"That's a supreme law, the Heaven Yang Sword Art!"
Daoist Disciple Murong Xuan's pupils contracted slightly.
He also cultivated the Heaven Yang Sword Art and could not have been more familiar with it.
Another thunderous boom rang out.
High in the sky, countless strands of Sword Qi gathered into a silvery-white waterfall.
"The supreme law, Heavenfall Sword Art!"
Nangong Huang, who also cultivated the Heavenfall Sword Art, cried out in surprise.
But it was not over yet.
As Chu Kuangren's Sword Dao Rhythm continued to evolve, the sky above the Library Pavilion manifested the mysteries and essences of one sword technique after another.
An azure dragon soared, a waterfall hung high, and a great sun spanned the sky. Sword Qi gathered into a mountain, a dragon and a tiger flew out and fought in midair, a sudden storm swept across the heavens, and Sword Qi fell like a torrential downpour...
"The supreme law, Dragon-Tiger Sword Art!"
"A high-grade wondrous method, **** Thirteen Swords!"
"The supreme law, Mountain-Suppressing Sword Strike!"
"That's the supreme law, Rivers Flow into the Sea!"
"Heavens, there are actually so many sword techniques! And every one has reached perfection, its mysteries displayed to their fullest."
Watching the Phenomena appear one after another above the Library Pavilion, countless disciples cried out in succession, their faces filled with shock.
Even Venerable Xuanqi and the other senior figures were dumbstruck.
"He's actually mastered every sword technique in the Library Pavilion!"
"The chief disciple is unfolding myriad sword techniques all by himself! This is like a sage expounding the Dao. Incredible."
"All disciples, watch carefully and comprehend their mysteries."
Venerable Xuanqi suddenly addressed the disciples behind him.
Some disciples had already recovered their senses and were concentrating on the mysteries of the various sword techniques. Gradually, they became utterly entranced.
Some disciples used them to verify their own learning, refining it further.
Some felt the thatch blocking their minds suddenly clear away and were wild with joy.
Others of duller aptitude seemed to grasp something, only for it to flash away each time, leaving them scratching their ears and cheeks, beating their hands and stamping their feet in anxiety.
Venerable Xuanqi stared at Chu Kuangren inside the Library Pavilion, his gaze grave. "Unfolding myriad sword arts, like a sage expounding the Dao... But Kuangren's cultivation is still shallow. How did he manage it? What exactly is he doing?"
Chu Kuangren was merely in the Golden Core realm, a hundred and eight thousand miles removed from a sage, yet he had accomplished something only a sage could do.
It was like a tale from the Arabian Nights-utterly inconceivable.
Inside the Library Pavilion, Chu Kuangren was entirely unaware of what was happening outside. He remained seated cross-legged, the sword techniques he had mastered surfacing endlessly in his mind as he allowed the Daoist Rhyme around him to evolve.
Gradually, a realization suddenly welled up in his heart.
The sword is a weapon of violence!
The way of the sword should be a way of attack!
No matter how mysterious the myriad sword techniques in this world may be, they ultimately come down to swinging a sword and killing an enemy. However dazzling the process, however extravagantly the flowers rain from the heavens, they were all born for attack...
Chu Kuangren's gaze grew ever clearer.
At that moment, the countless sword techniques he had mastered were unraveled like silk drawn from a cocoon, their essence gradually laid bare before his eyes.
Their dazzling shells fell away, leaving only the purest attacking moves!
These moves continued to evolve within his mind.
In the end, only one remained.
This move was incomparably simple.
So simple that it could not even be called a move.
For it consisted of nothing more than swinging the sword and withdrawing it.
Meanwhile, outside.
Above the Library Pavilion, the Phenomena born from the various sword techniques suddenly vanished. Countless disciples returned to their senses, some still longing for more.
"Why did they disappear?"
"I was just a little short of advancing a realm."
"No, look..."
The Phenomena had vanished, but vast amounts of Daoist Rhyme still lingered above the Library Pavilion, refusing to dissipate. Suddenly, it rolled like clouds, then condensed into an enormous white-robed figure holding a longsword.
The figure looked exactly like Chu Kuangren.
Suddenly, the figure swung his sword.
It was nothing more than a simple horizontal slash.
Even an ordinary person who had never practiced with a sword could pick up a dead branch and imitate it convincingly.
Yet in that slash, countless disciples witnessed the purest attacking intent of the sword! They saw the most breathtaking swordsmanship in the world!
Venerable Xuanqi could not help exclaiming, "A sage king law!"
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