novelsmap Chapter 410 - 249: The Disciple’s Grandson Dares to Request the Master to Use Profound Arts Again
Chapter 410 - 249: The Disciple’s Grandson Dares to Request the Master to Use Profound Arts Again
"Earn a lifetime of obsession with the sword name, earn a lifetime of obsession with the sword form; famous swords are ruined, but the long sword endures, born and died accompanied by the sword travel..."
The long, lingering chant suddenly exploded beside Bai Qi’s ear, containing endless desolation.
That intense divine will shook the heart and soul, stretched like a long scroll unfolding.
It made him see a tall figure dressed in red with red hair, carrying a sword box.
Soon after, there was a gentle chant and low singing, light swallowing and slow breathing, every word sharp and pointed, deeply burned into the mind.
"First hatred: talented people lacking virtue; second hatred: beauties with short lives; third hatred: the relentless waves of the river; fourth hatred: the fickleness of the world; fifth hatred: leaking moon platforms; sixth hatred: scorched orchid leaves; seventh hatred: poisonous pufferfish; eighth hatred: thorns growing on flower stands; ninth hatred: mosquitoes in summer night; tenth hatred: snakes hiding in brambles; eleventh hatred: no worthy opponent encountered; twelfth hatred..."
The young swordsman stepping through the blazing red maples, robe like flames, everytime he spoke of a lifelong hatred, the sword qi in the box grew longer, the sword intent more intense, and the sword light fiercer!
Until the river flipped and sea boiled, raging torrents, nearly sweeping across all directions, spanning the universe!
"Such a sword dao, simply terrifying! Cutting immortals and Buddhas above, striking gods and demons below..."
Bai Qi’s mind almost seized by it, if not for practicing the "Jiao Fu Yellow Springs Sutra", and having the Sumeru Spirit Mountain suppressing all distractions.
That tall figure carrying the sword box, nearly turned illusion into reality, crossed the vast expanse, filled infinite sword intent into each thought, completely distorted his soul.
"The self is Sumeru, evil thoughts are sea water, troubles are waves, poison is the evil dragon, illusion is ghosts and gods..."
Bai Qi suddenly became resolute, silently recited.
On the vast sea of the heart, the Giant Buddha Mountain shone brightly.
Bit by bit dispelling the red-clad, red-haired young swordsman walking with long chants.
Making it like ink bleeding, gradually fading.
"I often read in books before, divine power giants, ghost immortals in dao art, could merge with heaven and earth, altering celestial phenomena in a single thought!
They sit in closed cultivation for decades, leaving their shadows in cave paintings, lasting over centuries without fading, lifelike, benefiting future generations.
This figure more terrifying, just a glance at him made me feel an impulse to surrender and kneel, as if facing the king of sword dao."
Bai Qi’s divine soul rippled like water, gradually stabilizing.
The Nameless Ink Talisman residing in his mind flashed continuously, fleeting downpour-like words flowed.
[Sword Monarch Twelve Hates (Divine Seed Level One)]
[Progress: 1/800]
[Observe the shape of the sword, listen to the sound of the sword]
"Shape of the sword? Sound of the sword?"
Bai Qi slightly stunned, as he invoked the lustrous and flawless golden divine seed, grasping its mystery.
In the Inner Scenic Land, the heavy snow falling throughout suddenly changed!
Sword qi as fine as hairs transformed into various phenomena, presented before his eyes!
"Long jiao... great python... dragon and tiger... wind and cloud... sky collapse... earth destruction... joy, anger, sorrow, and joy... life and death departure..."
Bai Qi couldn’t help but draw a cold breath, what kind of sword dao excellence was this?
Every strand, every thread, refined to unimaginable sword light sword intent, all full of divine will, divine form complete!
And it included so many!
Flying beasts, mountains and rivers, even seven emotions and six desires... all covered by one sword!
"A particle filling mountains and seas, a blade of grass cutting sun and moon... seems like the sword immortal legend before dao demise in the Longevity Secret Realm."
Bai Qi was greatly shocked, vision broadened.
He no longer cared about the pain of being slashed by sword qi, dying then living, living then dying.
Began to focus on immersing in the comprehension and feeling of the [Sword Monarch Twelve Hates] divine seed.
"I truly want to grasp it instantly and refine! This divine seed is too complex, too profound!"
After nearly two hundred cycles of life and death, Bai Qi finally heard the intertwined humming of varying lengths.
That was the sound of swords!
They seemed to have spirit, each narrating, chattering, like a bunch of half-grown children surrounding him.
Some were proud and aloof, icy; some were cheerful, hot; some were mighty and sharp, fierce...
"Can I communicate with these sword qi, sword intent, and sword light?"
Bai Qi’s divine soul settled, as the progress of the [Sword Monarch Twelve Hates] divine seed slowly increased, the mixed sounds by his ear gradually cleared, and comprehended.
"A little youth..."
"Looks plain and talentless..."
"Not even as good as that last-name Kou..."
"Not to mention last-name Kou, even last-name Chen is inferior!"
"Last-name Yan can’t match either..."
"Ah, how long since we’ve seen new faces, why each batch worse than the last..."
I am indeed a peerless genius with unparalleled potential!
Bai Qi secretly grumbled to himself.
These noisy "sword sounds", each one looking down on him, truly lacking vision!
"Old rules! Test the young one’s heart with the ’Three Saints Sword’!"
"Why not let the ’Spiritual Spring Sword’ test?"
"The ’Flying Rainbow Sword’ is idle too!"
"So much nonsense! It’s Sword Leader’s orders!"
"Always pushing around with Sword Leader’s orders... humph!"
The voice referred to as "Three Saints Sword" suddenly emitted a vigorous, high-pitched dragon-like chant.
"Great wisdom! Great benevolence! Great bravery! These are the three virtues of the saints!
Thus, Wisdom Sword pacifies all directions, Ren Sword resonates and spreads, Brave Sword cleaves heavenly force!"
In the Inner Scenic Land, the heavy snow like goose feathers suddenly stopped, a thousand sword lights roared together, transforming into a dazzling and intimidating dragon ascending to the sky!
Directly blocking all escape routes, forming an inescapable majestic sword momentum!
"The wise are without doubt, focusing on weaknesses... Ren Sword paints cycles, standing undefeated... the brave are invincible, unstoppable... within this sword momentum, containing three changes, seamless as one! Fundamental inability to break!"
Without suspense, Bai Qi’s divine soul shattered again, perished under the unsurpassable sword momentum!
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"Something’s wrong! Very wrong!"
Sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, Chen Xing’s body shuddered, then furiously questioned:
"Old Chen, what have you done?"
Residing at the Spirit Platform, Chen Yin was full of confusion: