"Oh?"
Han Xuanji's heart stirred slightly upon seeing the other party's confidence.
He hasn't drawn his sword in a long time.
Han Xuanji nodded slightly and even made a "please" gesture.
"Clang--!"
A clear, resonant sword cry instantly tore through the sea of clouds, and Li Changkong's sword was finally drawn.
A century has passed since I honed this sword; its frosty edge has yet to be tested!
This sword strike embodies his new understanding of the Sword Dao.
The sword light was not vast and incomparable; on the contrary, it was extremely restrained. Wherever it passed, space seemed to be silently cut open, and clouds, light, and even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth all retreated and dissipated.
This sword strike already possesses the rudiments of severing cause and effect and destroying all laws.
Li Changkong confident that he could kill an ordinary True Immortal with a single sword strike.
However, faced with a sword strike that would make any True Immortal present pale, Han Xuanji simply raised his hand and took out the Mystic Heaven Sword.
After years of nurturing, this sword has reached the level of High-Grade Immortal Artifact. Although it doesn't rank among his many Law Treasure, it was still something he forged himself.
As Han Xuanji made the gesture of drawing her sword, an invisible domain unfolded.
Li Changkong's Sword Intent began to dissipate, and his Sword Force collapsed.
The entire process was completely silent and extremely eerie.
This time, however, there was a hint of determination in Li Changkong's eyes.
At the beginning of his cultivation, he saw countless amazing Sword Dao, including those of his master, his uncles, and his senior brothers. All of them were among the best in the world. Moreover, he had Exquisite Sword Heart and was able to continuously comprehend the Sword Dao of others, thereby evolving his own path.
After witnessing Han Xuanji's Sword Dao for the first time, he also began to forge his own path in Sword Dao.
In an instant, his Sword Intent coalesced once more.
In the vastness of the world, Li Changkong's Sword Intent surged like a dragon, hurtling towards Han Xuanji.
"Good."
Han Xuanji nodded slightly, able to see that the other party's Sword Dao had improved greatly, and he had already reached the threshold of the third realm of Sword Immortal.
It shouldn't be long before we can take that step.
"However, it's far from enough to withstand my sword strike."
Han Xuanji thought to himself, and then simply swung his sword.
This sword strike was simple and unadorned, without any brilliance or earth-shattering force; it seemed as if it were just a casual swing.
But in that seemingly simple swing, the sword tip seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, silently touching Li Changkong's brow.
The chilling Sword Intent did not erupt, but was concentrated at a single point, yet it almost froze Li Changkong's blood. All his Sword Force, all his follow-up moves, and all his variations were completely locked down by this one sword, vanishing without a trace.
"I lost."
Li Changkong admitted defeat on the spot without struggling.
He felt no resentment whatsoever, only awe for Han Xuanji.
He knew from the last time that there was a huge gap between them, and this time he felt that he had made great progress, coupled with his breakthrough in cultivation, which gave him a lot of confidence.
But now it seems that Han Xuanji may have made even greater progress than him!
Li Changkong was shocked, unable to fathom just how strong Han Xuanji truly was.
If the opponent's cultivation level were to rise, there would probably be very few people in the entire Upper Realm who could rival him.
The achievements to come are unimaginable.
In the past, these were other people's opinions of him, but this time, it was this thought that arose in his own mind.
They admitted defeat very quickly.
Han Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief, quite appreciating this decisiveness.
He hates people who refuse to admit defeat and are always stubborn.
" Swordsmanship Heaven, Heaven follows the Dao, and the Dao Emulates Own Inherent Spontaneity..."
Han Xuanji sheathed his sword, his gaze sweeping over Li Changkong before settling on the endless sea of clouds and the vast sky. His voice was calm:
"Only when one can glimpse the workings of heaven and earth, and understand that the Great Dao itself is the supreme principle of swordsmanship, can one be considered to have truly entered the inner sanctum."
"This Great Dao operates, in cycles of birth and death. If you cannot comprehend its operation, how can your sword sever this eternally existing 'Dao'?"
These words struck Li Changkong like a resounding bell.
"It's not about their cultivation level in immortal power, but their understanding of the 'sword' and the 'Dao'—they're on completely different levels!"
Li Changkong was shocked and suddenly understood what it meant for the greatest truths to be simple.
"That sword strike just now... it seemed simple, yet it seemed to contain the infinite variations of the Great Dao. Is this... is this truly a level that an ordinary disciple can reach?"
Or is it...?
Li Changkong dared not think any further, only feeling that Han Xuanji's figure in his heart became increasingly tall and profound.
This day.
The sky was filled with colorful clouds, and the glow of the sunset was magnificent.
For a time, the Spirit Void Heavenly Palace became more lively than ever before.
One after another, magnificent and imposing celestial ships, exuding a powerful aura, swept through the sea of clouds and arrived.
Along the Heaven-Treading Star Road, countless white-clad attendants, carrying jade platters, greeted the arriving guests.
One after another, figures stepped out, each accompanied by a series of strange phenomena.
Soon, many eyes were drawn to these extraordinary cultivators.
The holy children and fairies of the sacred land were adorned with flowing robes and surrounded by celestial light. They were aloof and otherworldly, seemingly untouched by worldly concerns. The beings of the ancient race possessed the Qi and Blood of dragons, their eyes were like lightning, and their bodies exuded an ancient and powerful aura.
"That must be the recently renowned Myriad Laws Holy Son, the tenth most outstanding Immortal Dao. I didn't expect him to be here."
"It is said that when he was born, even the Great Dao was shaken, and within the Myriad Laws Heavenly Sect, he was hailed as the best candidate for the next sect leader."
The True Disciple and prodigies of the immortal sects also leave behind their own legends when they go out to train.
These legends are a matter of luck, fame, and the reason for being listed.
However, some people cultivate themselves quietly, unknown to the world, only to appear at crucial moments and make a name for themselves.
Who is that person?
"That's a Buddhist disciple from Mount Sumeru. I didn't expect him to come from so far away. Could it be that he intends to spread the Dharma in my Heavenly Palace?"
"It is said that this Buddhist disciple, named Shengxin, has seen through all the Myriad Phenomena of the mortal world, and his understanding of Buddhist teachings is unfathomable; he is hailed as a reincarnation of a true Buddha."
In the upper realm, countless races and various religious sects coexist.
The Buddhist Order sect is also quite powerful. Although it practices Buddhism, it is also a method of cultivating Immortal Dao. The only differences are in the names of the realms and the rules of the sects. In essence, they are the same.
The Buddha's disciples on Mount Sumeru are solemn and dignified, their steps creating lotus blossoms, their gentle Buddha light illuminating all directions. They possess an aura quite different from that of Immortal Dao, and their appearance here is truly captivating.
All forces gathered, and geniuses and talents emerged like fish crossing a river, a constellation of stars shining brightly, creating a magnificent spectacle.
Many peerless geniuses, whose names were previously only known but never seen, appeared one after another. Their powerful auras were so strong that some were even at the Mystic Immortal level, causing the disciples of the Spirit Void Heavenly Palace to exclaim in amazement and discuss among themselves.
"Look! It's the Jade Pool Holy Maiden! Legend has it that she possesses Innate Dao Physique and is already a powerful figure in the Middle-Stage Mystic Immortal!"
"And then there's Jiang Lingxiao, the divine son of the Jiang Household in this generation. He's said to possess the War God Physique and once tore apart Devil Race of the same rank with his bare hands; he's incredibly fierce."
"It's so lively!"
Jiang Yuan outside and shook his head as he spoke.
These inner True Disciple, even those of slightly lower status, would take on their own tasks, such as greeting familiar guests to show respect, while some disciples of the Law Enforcement Lineage would patrol inside and outside the mountain gate.
It was lively and bustling, but beneath the surface, undercurrents were surging, giving one a sense of impending dominance.
In comparison, the prodigies like Su Ming, Jiang Hao, Li Changsheng, and Li Changkong are still much younger.
Despite his numerous fortuitous encounters and rapid progress, the gap between him and the various prodigies who had already entered the Mystic Immortal remained significant.
"I wonder if Senior Brother Han will make a move?"
Jiang Yuan inexplicably thought of Han Xuanji.
He only felt that the gap between him and this friend was widening.
Although I haven't witnessed the other person's skills, I inexplicably feel that there is a huge gap between the two.