Ling Cang was startled.
As soon as Han Xuanji finished speaking, the aura surrounding the other party changed.
The air, which had been as calm as a lake, suddenly surged, as if a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years had suddenly awakened.
Like the blazing sun overhead, scorching and vast.
Ling Cang's pupils contracted slightly.
For cultivators of the Dao of Principle, the Way is the foundation, techniques are the branches and trunk, and everything else is the leaves.
If the foundation is unstable, even the most lush foliage will only last a short time.
Ling Cang only glanced at Startling Swan, but he could tell that Han Xuanji's foundation was far more stable than any other cultivator of his generation he had ever seen.
This is not a level of cultivation that can be achieved by accumulating resources, but rather a foundation forged through a profound understanding of the principles of Dao Principles and countless trials and tribulations.
However, Ling Cang was not afraid. Instead, he released his Space-Slashing Sword Intent, as if he wanted to cut down everything.
That feeling of fear was eradicated the day he embarked on the path of Sword Dao.
His spiritual power has been refined through countless trials, Space Dao Principles is extremely high. In terms of the Dao, he is second to none.
In terms of skill, his Space-Slashing Sword Intent condenses the essence of nine Eternal True God- level Sword Dao, making him one of the top-tier swordsmen in the Eternal Dao Master Realm.
The Nine Gates of Sword Dao, each a crystallization of the wisdom of predecessors, he fused them together, discarding the dross and retaining the essence, ultimately transforming them into his own unique True Intention of Sword Dao.
Furthermore, although his physical body is not as good as Qin Yong's naturally born holy body, it is still far superior to ordinary Principle cultivators and is comparable to ordinary body-refining cultivators.
Therefore, Ling Cang's understanding of the Dao Principles is not the strongest among these Heavenly-level seeds, but his strength is unique.
They are not afraid of anyone and have no obvious weaknesses.
"Is this the True Intention of Sword Dao?"
Having acquired numerous Sword Dao Cultivation Method, Han Xuanji naturally understood the rarity of their True Intention of Dao and was unwilling to end the battle so quickly.
As cultivators of the Dao of Principle comprehend the mysteries of heaven and earth, they gradually discover the True Intention of Dao Principles within. This True Intention can amplify combat power, even if it is only a trace of the True Intention of Dao, which can only amplify power slightly, it is considered enlightenment.
In reality, most Eternal Dao Master cultivators do not comprehend the True Intention of Dao. This is only common among Eternal True Lord level cultivators. This is because as cultivation level increases, physical body, soul, and comprehension generally improve, making it easier to comprehend the True Intention of Dao.
Han Xuanji naturally comprehended several True Intention of Dao, which is why his Power of Mystic Heaven possesses many unique characteristics and is extremely powerful.
However, he has yet to grasp the True Intention of Sword Dao.
Because of the unique nature of Sword Dao, the strength and weakness of Sword Dao understood by different people vary greatly.
Han Xuanji was a perfectionist, so naturally she wouldn't act casually.
He must comprehend, and comprehend, the Ultimate Sword Dao, the strongest Sword Dao in the world.
The strongest Sword Dao on the Eternal Continent is the Lord of the Sword Pavilion, whom Han Xuanji currently has little chance of contacting.
However, Ling Cang's Sword Dao is quite strong, and he can learn a thing or two from it.
With a thought, Han Xuanji took out a long sword from the System Space and held it in his palm.
The sword was entirely pale blue, with a ghostly blue light flowing across its blade, radiating a chilling aura.
This sword, named Cold Chi, was obtained by him from signing in at the Soul Household's treasury. It was a fifth-order Eternal Dao Artifact, not considered top-tier.
He had never used it before, but today it finally had a chance to prove its worth.
In the void, countless Sword Qi converged like rivers flowing into the sea.
The moment the Cold Chi was drawn from its sheath, a clear and melodious sword cry resounded throughout the stone forest.
The sword's cry wasn't loud, yet it seemed to penetrate all obstacles and reach straight into the soul.
Ling Cang's nine flying swords trembled slightly at the sound of the sword's cry, as if they had encountered some terrifying being.
Han Xuanji looked at the long sword in his hand, casually twirled it, and performed a graceful and natural movement.
He hadn't used a sword in a long time, but he had never forgotten the feeling of holding it.
A flash of sword light. No charging, no wind-up, not even any warning.
A pure, unadulterated sword light shot out from the tip of Cold Chi's sword, tearing through the void and slashing towards Ling Cang.
Wow, so fast!
Ling Cang's pupils contracted sharply.
He didn't even see how Han Xuanji drew her sword.
The sword light was already upon them.
Pure speed, so fast that his senses couldn't even react in time.
He once fought a genius body cultivator at the level of Eternal True Lord. The speed that person could unleash with his physical strength was just as terrifying and unreasonable.
Is Han Xuanji a cultivator specializing in Principle or a cultivator specializing in body refinement?
The thought flashed through Ling Cang's mind, but there was no time to think about it further.
Guided by his thoughts, the nine flying swords swiftly returned to defense, condensing into a thick sword curtain in front of him.
Each flying sword is connected by fine, hair-like Sword Qi, layered upon each other, like a silver-white shield.
This is his strongest defensive technique, called Nine Swords Return to the Origin.
boom--
The sword light struck the sword curtain, unleashing a deafening roar.
The nine flying swords trembled violently at the same time, emitting a piercing wail, and the light on their blades dimmed by a third for a moment.
Ling Cang was knocked back several feet, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.
His hand went numb, blood seeped from his fingertips, Origin-Returning Spiritual Power within his body surged violently under the impact of that force, almost spiraling out of control.
Han Xuanji was also looking at him, her expression still calm, as if the sword strike just now was nothing more than a casual act.
He wanted to see how Ling Cang's Sword Dao was at its full potential, so naturally he had to put some pressure on him.
Of course, you can't just instantly kill your opponent either.
This level is just right.
Han Xuanji was unaware of the shock this sword strike would bring.
The stands outside were completely silent at that moment.
Everyone was stunned by that sword strike.
" Han Xuanji also knows Sword Dao?"
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"
"They look quite formidable; Ling Cang seems to be having a hard time keeping up."
To everyone's surprise, Han Xuanji suddenly picked up his sword and began to Sword Dao with Ling Cang in swordsmanship.
Ling Cang, however, had no way to express his suffering.
Does anyone know?
What kind of swordsmanship Sword Dao is this?
While the opponent's Swordsmanship was undoubtedly superb, he relied mostly on extreme strength and speed.
The astonishment and discussion from the outside world had no effect on the world within the mirror.
Within the stone forest, the two Sword Intent continued to clash.
To outsiders, he and Han Xuanji were engaged in a fierce battle, their swords flashing and exchanging blows in a lively and exciting display.
After that sword strike, Han Xuanji never again unleashed that unreasonable speed and power.
His swordsmanship slowed down, even becoming gentler.
Each sword strike landed precisely at a level that Ling Cang could withstand, neither too strong nor too weak, neither too fast nor too slow.
It was like someone was knocking on the door, calmly and patiently, one knock after another.
Ling Cang dared not underestimate him in the slightest. He didn't know if Han Xuanji was holding back or if he had used all his strength before and was now exhausted.
But those sword lights, though seemingly peaceful, actually concealed murderous intent. If he relaxed even slightly, they would strike down like thunder.
He could only give it his all.