" Han Xuanji's sword tablet doesn't seem to be any shorter than Chen Xin's."
In the void, Ji Mingyue stood with her hands behind her back, her long silver hair fluttering slightly in the wind of the sword.
She gazed at the slowly rising bluish-gray sword monument below, a faint trace of emotion appearing in her cool eyes, and softly said:
His sword has already forged its own path.
She had seen countless Sword Dao prodigies, some of whom possessed superb swordsmanship and could kill powerful enemies beyond their level by imitating the Sword Dao of the Sword Master, but that was ultimately someone else's path.
Han Xuanji was different.
His Sword Dao absorbed the essence of various schools, yet he forged it into something uniquely his own.
Although she was still somewhat inexperienced, her solid foundation and clear direction were enough to move a sword cultivator of her level.
The Sword Venerable Wuxin stood beside Ji Mingyue, his gaze falling on the Dao's Extremity faint sword mark on the sword monument, and suddenly let out a soft exclamation.
He stared intently at it, his brows gradually furrowing:
"Why does this feel a bit like Heart Sword Dao?"
He muttered to himself, a hint of surprise in his voice.
He clearly sensed an extremely familiar aura from Han Xuanji's Sword Dao; it was the True Intention of Sword Dao left behind by the Heart Sword Saint Venerable, the founder of the Heart Sword Pavilion.
When did this kid figure that out?
The Sword Venerable Wuxin pondered this in his heart, but didn't dwell on it too much.
The Heart Sword Dao is widely practiced in the Eternal Sword Pavilion, and many Sword Dao masters' philosophies contain similar elements.
Han Xuanji possessed astonishing comprehension; it wasn't too surprising that he could grasp the basics of the Heart Sword Dao from it.
But for some reason, he felt a subtle unease, as if he had overlooked something.
Flying Snow Sword Venerable tilted his head and looked down, his cynical eyes reflecting the rising light of the sword monument.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his voice became animated with a hint of interest:
"Look, it's already a hundred zhang tall."
The height of the sword monument is increasing rapidly.
The bluish-gray monument, rising from the ground, grows taller almost every breath.
The hundred-zhang pass was easily crossed without any delay.
This level is considered mid-to-lower tier among Sword Dao Sage; ordinary sword cultivators might not be able to reach it even after many years of practice.
But the sword monument didn't stop. One hundred zhang, one hundred and ten zhang, one hundred and twenty zhang... the speed at which the height increased was getting faster and faster, as if a powerful force was surging inside the monument, constantly pushing it upward.
The Sword Pavilion disciples watching held their breath, their eyes fixed on the ever-growing sword monument.
Some people clenched their fists unconsciously, while others stood on tiptoe without realizing it.
One hundred and fifty zhang.
This is already considered to be at a mid-level among Sword Dao Sage.
However, the sword monument did not stop.
One hundred and eighty zhang.
"Wow."
A low murmur arose from the crowd.
This height has already matched the height of the sword monument that Chen Xin had just activated.
Chen Xin stood in the crowd, his face resolute, his gaze fixed on the sword monument, clearly indicating that his heart was not at peace.
Then, the sword monument continued to rise lightly upwards.
"Two hundred zhang!"
One of the disciples couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, his voice exceptionally clear.
Two hundred zhang.
This number, placed among the records of the Sword Dao Sage throughout the Eternal Sword Pavilion's history, is already an achievement worthy of being remembered.
Many Sword Dao Sage, even after a lifetime of dedicated effort, have been unable to elevate the sword monument to this height.
But Han Xuanji's sword monument continued to rise, as if that so-called "limit" did not exist in front of him at all.
The sword monument continued to climb.
Two hundred and ten zhang, two hundred and twenty zhang, two hundred and thirty zhang... Soon, it surpassed the two hundred and seventy zhang sword stele that Si Xing stood in the Sword Stele Forest.
"Wow, it's already higher than mine."
Si Xing stood at the front of the crowd, his face, which was usually always adorned with a cheerful smile, now showing only a stunned and almost frozen expression of shock.
Chen Xin's lips were pressed into a thin line, his face so dark it looked like it was about to drip water, but there was no anger in his eyes, only a kind of contemplation after being touched by a higher level of power.
How exactly did Han Xuanji manage to do that?
If Han Xuanji do it, why couldn't he?
During the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet, he clearly remembered that although the other party's Sword Dao was not weak, it was not particularly powerful either, even inferior to his own. But now it seemed that the other party had surpassed him by a large margin.
Could it be that he hasn't tried hard enough?
"How is that possible... three hundred feet...?"
Suddenly, an old voice rang out from the crowd, trembling noticeably.
Three hundred feet.
The height of the sword monument has exceeded three hundred zhang.
According to the experience left by the sages of the Eternal Sword Pavilion, three hundred feet is a realm that Sword Dao Holy Lord can reach.
How could a cultivator who had only recently entered the Sage Realm Stage reach a height of three hundred feet have a sword monument?
This cannot be explained by common sense.
Even the elders at the Eternal Sword Lord level in the crowd could no longer stand still.
An elderly sword master with white hair and beard stepped out from the crowd, looking up at the still-rising sword monument, his cloudy eyes filled with disbelief.
His sword monument was only a little over three hundred feet tall; although not very high, it was still an honor for him.
It wouldn't be surprising if they were surpassed by younger generations.
But this young man before me is only at the Sage Realm Stage.
"Are you kidding me...?"
Another swordsman muttered to himself, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.
His companion remained silent for a long while before replying in an almost dreamlike tone:
"Perhaps, this is what true genius is."
These words were spoken very softly and casually, yet they silenced the surrounding elders.
genius.
They've seen far too many geniuses.
But the one in front of them seemed to be on a completely different level from the genius they knew.
It redefined what constitutes a " Sword Dao genius".
Among the Sacred Court cultivators, Ling Cang stood at the very back of the crowd, as if he had been frozen in place.
He stared at the ever-rising sword monument, feeling as if his mind had completely stopped working.
All the common knowledge about the height of the sword monument that Sword Lord Zang Kong had just instilled in them—such as Sage being ten to three hundred feet tall, and Holy Lord being three hundred to three thousand feet tall—now became a joke.
He subconsciously looked at Sword Lord Zang Kong and found that the other party also looked bewildered.
Si Xing finally came to her senses.
He abruptly turned to look at Chen Xin, lowering his voice, his tone filled with barely concealed excitement and bewilderment:
"Junior Brother Chen Xin, what kind of trick are you using?"
Chen Xin did not answer; his gaze remained fixed on the sword monument, as if trying to decipher some Dao that he could not reach.
Meanwhile, the height of the sword monument continues to rise.
Three hundred and fifty feet.
Four hundred feet.
The crowd had stopped gasping in surprise.
Exclamations were insufficient to express their feelings at that moment.
Everyone remained silent, watching as the sword monument continued to rise, as if it were trying to tear a hole in the sky.
In the void, Ji Mingyue's breath paused for a moment.
She has been in charge of the Eternal Sword Pavilion for tens of thousands of years and has seen countless sword cultivators with extraordinary talent.
But she had never seen anything like this before.
Even when she was at the Sage Realm Stage, the Sword Stele was only 298 feet tall, which was already considered one of the best in the history of the Sword Pavilion.
Han Xuanji, however, has far exceeded that number.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened around her sleeves, her long, silvery hair slightly disheveled in the wind from the sword, but she didn't care.
"Why..."
The Sword Venerable Wuxin opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just shook his head and let out a soft sigh that was hard to decipher.
It's good, but the people aren't from their Sword Pavilion.
Even the smile on Flying Snow Sword Venerable's face finally vanished completely.
He stared at the still-rising sword monument, and after a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through clenched teeth:
"Wow... that's incredible, they did something I never even dared to dream of."
He paused, then added:
"This must be a scene that has never been seen before or will never be seen again."
Even he, a fearless and fun-loving person, felt that the scene was somewhat beyond his control.
The height of the sword monument continues to rise.
Five hundred zhang, six hundred zhang, seven hundred zhang...
By this time, everyone was numb, mechanically counting the numbers.
Nine hundred feet.
When this number appeared, someone in the crowd finally couldn't help but whisper a question:
"No way... it's going to break a thousand feet, right?"
One thousand zhang.
To be honest, he seems far from being Sword Dao Saint Venerable, but he is actually already at the level of a top-tier Eternal Holy Lord. There aren't many Sword Dao Holy Lord who can break through a thousand feet.
They could all be considered candidates for the title of Sword Dao Saint Venerable.