You've figured it out?
What did you realize?
Han Xuanji refrained from asking, maintaining his composure as a powerful figure, and merely nodded slightly without uttering a single word.
His calm demeanor was like that of a peerless True Immortal.
Han Xuanji turned around, his green robe fluttering gently in the biting wind atop Kunlun Mountain.
Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the figure calmly departed.
The surging clouds instantly swallowed his figure.
Jian Wuchen leaned on the Purple Firmament Sword, his gaze piercing through space, closely following the direction in which Han Xuanji disappeared, as if trying to imprint that figure into the depths of his soul.
He clearly realized that he had lost a great deal in this battle.
It's not just about understanding " Sword Dao," but also about the difference in State of Mind.
"Perhaps, this is why Master sent me to the mortal realm to gain experience."
Jian Wuchen suddenly understood many things.
The Heavenly Heart Sword Immortal, his master, did not directly point out his limitations, not because he lacked insight.
On the contrary, this Sword Immortal from the upper realm deeply understood the principle that those involved are often blinded by their own perspective.
Only by experiencing it firsthand can one truly break free from the cocoon and forge one's own path to Tongtian!
This kind of understanding is far better than a thousand times of repeated instruction from teachers.
Because often, even if the Master points out the truth, if one's mental obstacles are not removed, one will simply turn a deaf ear or even develop a sense of resistance.
Although Jian Wuchen was easily defeated by Han Xuanji with a near-crushing defeat, at this moment, no one on the entire Kunlun Peak dared to mock him in the slightest.
Because everyone understands that it's definitely not because Jian Wuchen is too weak!
The majestic power of the Heavenly Heart Sword Dao proved that he was a true prodigy of the Upper Realm, with strength enough to look down upon all the heroes of this realm.
His defeat only proved one thing— Han Xuanji was too strong, stronger than common sense and defying all expectations!
An elder in purple robes from Purple Xia Immortal Mountain stood beside Daoist Lingyun, gazing at the bright-eyed Jian Wuchen, then looking towards the direction of the sea of clouds where Han Xuanji had disappeared. His face was filled with astonishment and confusion. He sighed to Daoist Lingyun:
"Who exactly is he?"
"When did the mortal realm... give birth to such a figure?"
Daoist Lingyun remained silent, his gaze deep. His lips moved slightly, but he did not speak.
He couldn't answer that question.
Not only him, but all the experienced old monsters present had the same huge question mark in their minds, but no one could answer it.
Who says True Dragon can't emerge from shallow waters?
Feng Xianzi was filled with smugness.
He had friendly exchanges with Han Xuanji, and they were like brothers, which proves his foresight.
Nangong Wenjian stood in the crowd, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.
He stared in the direction where Han Xuanji had disappeared, his eyes filled with complex emotions, as memories flooded back like a tide.
Back then, he suffered the same fate, a crushing defeat at the hands of Han Xuanji's seemingly casual sword strike.
Han Xuanji, too, remained calm and composed, drifting away without a trace.
This unparalleled elegance is exactly what he has been pursuing his entire life!
Seeing it again today, the shock and longing I felt have not diminished with the passage of time; on the contrary, they have become even more unforgettable.
One day, he too will stand at the pinnacle of Sword Dao and debate swordsmanship with Han Xuanji.
Deep in the Kunlun Mountain Range, along an ancient stone path winding through the clouds.
Li Taiqing found Han Xuanji walking slowly and walked alongside him.
Beneath his feet were mottled stone steps, and the strong wind blew his robes, but it could not dispel the excitement in his heart.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and asked in a low voice:
"Master, are you... a reincarnation of an immortal from the upper realm?"
There was a hint of cautious inquiry in his voice.
This question grew wildly in his mind after witnessing that earth-shattering sword strike.
Otherwise, how can we explain Han Xuanji's terrifying strength that overwhelms even the most outstanding talents of the Upper Realm?
"No, I don't have that kind of glorious past life."
Han Xuanji answered calmly.
"That's good!"
Li Taiqing almost blurted it out, breathed a sigh of relief, and even showed a slight smile on his face.
What do you mean?
Han Xuanji did not stop walking. He glanced sideways at his simple-minded disciple, his eyes filled with a hint of probing.
He couldn't understand his foolish apprentice's sudden leaps in thought.
Li Taiqing stopped, stood on the stone steps, and gazed at the churning sea of clouds and magnificent mountains and rivers below. His expression became unusually serious, even carrying an almost devout belief:
"Master, think about it."
That Jian Wuchen was a prodigy descended from the upper realm, possessing astonishing inheritance and an incredibly high starting point. And you..."
He turned his head and looked intently at Han Xuanji.
"You rose step by step from weakness, endured countless bloody battles, and relied on your own efforts, understanding, and indomitable will to reach the heights you enjoy today!"
This disciple believes that this path is more meaningful and more inspiring!
He paused, his tone carrying a barely perceptible stubbornness:
"If... if Master, you were originally the reincarnation of an unparalleled powerhouse from the Upper Realm, then is all of this... is it all predestined, as some legends say? Does it mean that your achievements are actually blessings from your past life? If so, this disciple feels..."
He frowned, as if searching for the right words.
"Oh?"
Han Xuanji looked at the almost stubborn seriousness in his disciple's eyes, and a smile curved his lips.
"It feels like it's lost that... inspiring feeling?"
"Yes, I feel that this is a bit... too realistic. It seems to lack the awe-inspiring feeling of defying fate and rising from the ashes, and it also seems to erase your efforts, Master."
Li Taiqing nodded vigorously, as if he had found the most fitting expression.
He could clearly sense Jian Wuchen's almost innate power and nobility.
If Master Han Xuanji is also a similar existence, does that mean that in this vast Immortal Realm of cultivation, all so-called fortuitous opportunity, efforts, and cultivation seem pale and powerless in the face of true " Tianming " or "background"?
Does this mean that the legends of ordinary people achieving success against all odds are actually predetermined?
Foolish apprentice.
I'm cheating too!
Han Xuanji mentally complained, while her gaze towards Li Taiqing carried a subtle, complex emotion.
You yourself are the reincarnation of that "destined" strong person... you just didn't carry those memories with you.
Forget it, let's not discourage him.
Han Xuanji resisted the urge to spoil the plot and comforted her:
"Strive to become an immortal, and then you'll understand how I feel."
Five years later.
A seven-colored ray of light rose from the endless ocean, its radiance astonishing the world.