Jianchen began to practise the Heaven-severing technique.
The difficulty of practising the Heaven-severing technique was indeed incomparable to the Soul-destroying technique. Not only was this because the Heaven-severing technique was more profound and required a stricter control over Martial Soul Force, but the most important factor was that the Heaven-severing technique consumed an extremely large amount of Martial Soul Force.
With Jianchen's current Martial Soul Force, he could use the Soul-destroying technique over a dozen times in a single go. As a result, he grasped the Soul-destroying technique extremely quickly.
However, no matter how vast his Martial Soul Force was, it would consume half of his Martial Soul Force every time he used the Heaven-severing technique. After two uses, his Martial Soul Force would be completely depleted, and he would need to replenish it.
"Condensing the Heaven-severing technique is far more difficult than condensing the Soul-destroying technique. It's already been half a month. I've condensed the Heaven-severing technique countless times, but I haven't succeeded even once. All my Martial Soul Force has been consumed when I failed to condense it." Half a month later, Jianchen emerged from the mine. He sat down on the rock before the divine hall again and sank into his thoughts.
In the past half a month, he replayed the process of condensing the Heaven-severing technique every single time, along with all the details. He did his best to find the reason for his failure.
During this time, the Artifact Spirit that had been making a fuss fell silent for once. It did not continue to provoke Jianchen with words.
"God dammit. God dammit. Jianchen is practising a new secret technique for Martial Soul Force again. It looks like he's going to continue experimenting on me. What do I do? What do I do? Do I continue to discourage him? Do I use words to disturb his mind and distract him from comprehending the secret technique? But if I anger him, will he continue to use the Soul-destroying technique against me? " In reality, the Artifact Spirit had been paying attention to Jianchen the entire time. It was extremely uneasy. It really did not want to experience the hellish days of being tortured by the Soul-destroying technique again.
It wanted to disturb Jianchen and interfere with Jianchen's cultivation, but it was overcautious. It had no idea what to do at that moment.
Jianchen sat there for three days. Three days later, he finally used the Heaven-severing technique again.
Martial Soul Force surged rapidly in his soul, slowly condensing towards a single point. This process lasted for an entire day. Finally, a small black sword that only Jianchen could sense condense in his soul.
The black sword was completely condensed from half of Jian Chen's Martial Soul Force through a secret technique. It contained extremely condensed Martial Soul Force.
"It's finally condensed!" Jianchen immediately rejoiced when he saw the small black sword. In the next moment, with a thought, the small black sword in his soul immediately shot out from his forehead as an invisible pulse, vanishing from the divine hall in a single instance.
The divine hall began to tremble violently as if someone was spasming. The Artifact Spirit that hid in the divine hall finally let out a miserable cry.
Jianchen could not help but smile when he heard the Artifact Spirit's cry. It seemed like the Heaven-severing technique had made the Artifact Spirit suffer quite a bit.
"Artifact Spirit, how do you feel now?" Jianchen seemed to be smiling.
"Jianchen, you despicable person. You're always using Martial Soul Force to launch sneak attacks on me. What's so great about that? If you really have the ability, remove the suppression from the Martial Soul Mountain and let me have a fair battle with you," the Artifact Spirit said furiously.
"A fair battle? Is there any fairness in this world? If there really was fairness, the Elder of Mountains and Seas of your Gloomwater sect wouldn't be hunting me down everywhere as a Grand Prime, "Jianchen's voice became rather cold.
The Artifact Spirit was tongue-tied. For a moment, it was actually rather powerless to refute him. It was an Artifact Spirit after all, not an eloquent and crafty old fox.
After quite a while of silence, it continued, "Jianchen, why don't we make a deal? Stop using Martial Soul Force to attack me, and I'll give you hell water."
Jian Chen stared at the divine hall calmly and said indifferently, "It looks like you're rather afraid of the Heaven-severing Martial Soul technique. Although the Heaven-severing Martial Soul technique can't harm your core right now, it can cause you great pain."
"However, I'll make it clear. Unless you accept me as your master, you can just stay here obediently and become a target for me to practise the secret technique of the Martial Soul."
"Don't even think about making me yield to you …" The Artifact Spirit declined without any hesitation. It was straightforward and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.
In the following period of time on the Martial Soul Mountain, the Artifact Spirit would constantly cry out.
The Artifact Spirit's miserable cries could be heard from time to time. The Heaven-severing technique was far more powerful than the Soul-destroying technique. It brought great pain to its mind.
As a result, the Artifact Spirit was tortured to an extremely miserable state by Jianchen during this period of time. It would often wail like a ghost, just short of crying out for its parents.
However, it was stubborn. It would rather endure the great pain than yield to Jianchen.
Jianchen spent five years practising the Heaven-severing technique. After five years, he finally reached the level where he could use it instantly.
"Eighth Junior Brother, you've mastered the Heaven Severing Martial Soul Technique so quickly?"
On this day, Aoyama found Jianchen. He immediately sighed in amazement when he saw Jianchen use the Heaven-severing technique with such ease.
He arrived before Jianchen and could not help but study Jianchen properly. He praised from the bottom of his heart, "Eighth junior, no wonder your strength has increased so quickly. When I heard you killed a Ninth Heavenly Layer Infinite Prime last time, I was shocked for quite a while. Looking at you now, you really are a rare genius of the Saints' World. Compared to you, the prodigies nurtured by those peak organisations can only carry your shoes."
"You flatter me, senior Aoyama. I was just lucky," Jianchen stood up and clasped his fist towards Aoyama.
"You don't have to be modest. I know just how difficult it is to practise the Heaven-severing technique. It's not something that can be learnt through luck alone." Aoyama continued, "Oh right, eighth junior, the Heaven-splitting Ancestor of the Nine Clouds Plane seemed to be interested in you in the past. He even sent people to forcefully take you back on the Desolate Plane."
Jianchen nodded, "That's indeed the case. Senior Aoyama, you've suddenly mentioned this. Has something bad happened?"
"No, no. There's no bad news, but there is some good news." Aoyama chuckled. Clearly, he was in an extremely good mood. He took pleasure in Jianchen's misfortune, "Eighth junior, you've been practising the secret technique all day, ignoring the outside world. You probably don't know that something that has shaken up the entire Saints' World has happened."
"What's so serious that it can shake up the entire Saints' World?" Jianchen was curious.
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