Ling Jian pursed his lips. He was dissatisfied, but there was nothing he could do. That sword strike just now was the limit of his current strength. Even if he did it a few more times, the result would not change.
However, he could leave his name for nine breaths of time. If he worked hard, there was a high chance that he could reach ten breaths of time before breaking through to the Eternal Realm.
"Brother Chu, please." Gu Shaojie and a group of outer sect geniuses personally opened the way for Chu Mu, allowing Chu Mu to arrive in front of the pitch-black and glossy screen wall.
"It's you …" Ling Jian's face flashed with surprise when he saw Chu Mu.
Chu Mu nodded at him and stood in front of the screen wall. The screen wall reflected his figure.
"It's not easy to leave your name on the screen wall. You need to have a good control of your strength," Ling Jian said. "However, I think it won't be difficult for you. The difficult part is how to resist the screen wall's power with your own strength. Only by enduring for ten breaths of time can you leave your name."
This was Ling Jianyi's experience, as well as the experience of many people who had challenged the Reflection Wall.
"Many thanks," Chu Mu said, even though the outer sect geniuses had already explained it to him in detail on the way here.
"I hope you can leave your name," Ling Jian said.
Many people were surprised. They did not understand why the peerless genius of the inner sect, Ling Jian, who was at the late Ninth Sky of Nirvana Realm, would be so polite to someone at the early Eighth Sky of Nirvana Realm.
Soon, they knew Chu Mu's identity.
"What! He's the one who just arrived in the outer sect and is known as the once-in-a-lifetime monstrous genius? "
"That's right, it's him. Did you know that he challenged the Endless Peak before?"
"Did he reach the sixth stage of the Endless Peak?"
"I think it's difficult. The challenge of the Endless Peak has nothing to do with one's talent. I'm afraid it's difficult for an early Eighth Sky of Nirvana Realm to reach sixty thousand feet."
"Hehe, you'll never know that he didn't just reach sixty thousand feet."
"Let me tell you, let me tell you." All of a sudden, someone shouted, "He climbed up to nine thousand six hundred feet."
"So, it's 26,600 meters! I thought it really was 26,000 meters …." As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized that something was off. After thinking about it for a moment, he let out a shrill howl. "26,600 meters! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Nine thousand six hundred zhang!
Everyone who heard this was stupefied. Ling Jianyi also had a stupefied expression because before coming to the reflecting wall, he had also challenged the thirty thousand foot tall peak. He knew what kind of concept nine thousand six hundred feet was.
The outer disciples who had brought Chu Mu here were all proud of themselves.
The surrounding noise seemed to have disappeared. Chu Mu stood in front of the pitch-black screen, staring at his own reflection on the screen. In front of him, there was only this.
His breathing became even, long, and gradually seemed to disappear. The aura on his body also seemed to have integrated into the air, into the heaven and earth. Everyone suddenly had an illusion that the Chu Mu in front of them seemed to have disappeared.
They rubbed their eyes hard and looked again. The person was still there, but when they closed their eyes, he disappeared.
"Could it be that he can really leave his name on the reflecting wall?" In the hearts of many people, such a thought emerged one after another.
Time seemed to have stopped in front of them at this moment.
A Sword Light like autumn water, traversed the vast sky, like the long river of time, like the tide water, appeared from nothingness and then disappeared into nothingness, without beginning and without end.
There was no shocking sword will erupting, no terrifying aura surging. Everything was light and gentle. The power was completely gathered on the long sword in his hand, turning into a ray of light.
The Eternal Sword Will controlled all power, condensing at the tip of the sword.
Stroke after stroke, the brush moved like dragons and snakes. The moment the sword tip touched the pitch-black reflective wall, Chu Mu felt an enormous resistance. It was as if countless tentacles were pulling at the sword tip, making it difficult for the sword to move.
At this time, he had to increase the output of power, but he could not let the power go out of control. The change happened in an instant. This level had stumped many geniuses, but for Chu Mu, it was not a problem.
He could control the change of power at will.
The tip of the sword cut open the hard screen, ignoring the resistance of the heavy force.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the tip of Chu Mu's sword, focused on the words that appeared. They could clearly see the direction and order of the strokes of each word. They seemed to have gained something, but tried hard to grasp it, but it was all in vain.
Ling Jian's eyebrows were knitted together. The feeling of gaining something, but it was all in vain, was very uncomfortable, and he almost vomited blood.
It felt as if a long time had passed, so long that everyone had forgotten, but in reality, it was only an instant. Chu Mu's sword was sheathed.
On the pitch-black screen, there were two large words shining with silver light. Each word was the size of a palm, branded on the screen.
"What a strong light."
"It's much stronger than Ling Jian's. It seems that he should be able to hold on for ten breaths and leave his name on the screen."
"How shocking, as expected of a monstrous genius."
Ling Jian stared at the two words on the pitch-black screen.
Chu Mu!
The structure of these two words was more complicated than his name. The silver luster on it was very dazzling. Compared to his own, it was like the bright moon compared to a firefly.
Someone started to count the time.
One breath!
Two breaths!
Three breaths!
Time passed by breath after breath. Seven breaths had already passed, but the silver luster on the two words did not seem to have any signs of weakening.
Eight breaths!
Nine breaths!
"It seems that ten breaths is not a problem at all, but I wonder how many breaths he can hold on for after ten breaths?" High up in the sky, two high level Martial Saints who had followed him from the towering peaks conversed.
"After ten breaths, every additional breath of time is incomparably difficult. Looking at the luster of the two words, I estimate that he can hold on for twelve breaths, or thirteen breaths is also possible."
… …
"Ten breaths!"
There was a burst of cheers.
Ten breaths was the standard to leave one's name on the screen. Since ancient times, less than one thousand Nirvana stage geniuses had achieved this. Chu Mu had become the nine hundred and ninety-ninth.
His name would be engraved on the screen wall and become an honor.
On the screen, there were silver and gold names shining with luster. Some of the silver names were above the gold ones, indicating that the Nirvana stage genius had left his name on the screen longer than the Eternal stage. This situation was relatively rare, and the majority of the silver names were below the gold ones.
Eleven breaths!
But the silver light on the two words was still shining, and showed no signs of weakening.
"I take back what I said just now. Not only can he hold on for twelve breaths, but he can also hold on for fifteen breaths," the high level Martial Saint said in a low voice.
"If he can hold on for fifteen breaths, he will definitely surpass some Eternal stage experts."
Twelve breaths!
The silver light was still shining.
Thirteen breaths!
The silver light was still as dazzling as ever.
Fourteen breaths … Fifteen breaths … The silver light was still dazzling.
"What's going on?"
"Fifteen breaths and there's no sign of it fading. Is he going to hold on for twenty breaths?"
Twenty breaths was more than most Eternal stage experts could hold on for.
Soon, the twenty breaths were up. The silver light on Chu Mu's two words was still as dazzling as ever, as if it had not been eroded by the screen's power.
"How can this be?" Even the two high level Martial Saints in the sky could not understand.
They released their spiritual power to cover the screen and touch Chu Mu's two words.
"What sword intent is this?"
"I feel a sense of indestructible immortality. Could it be the Indestructible Sword Intent?"
The Indestructible Sword Intent was a sword intent that surpassed the Soaring Sky Sword Intent, but in terms of attack power, it was weaker because direct killing power was not its forte.
"No, this feeling is stronger than the Indestructible Sword Intent. It has a sense of eternity."
"What kind of power is this?"
The two high level Martial Saints were experienced and knowledgeable, but at this time, they could not think of anything.
The Eternal Sword Intent was a power that belonged only to Chu Mu. There was no other power, at least in this era.
The power of the Eternal Sword Intent was unifying all other powers, twisting them into one to fight against the screen's power.
The Eternal Sword Intent had the characteristic of eternity. Eternity meant that it was difficult to erase. Even though Chu Mu's Eternal Sword Intent was far from being truly eternal, it already had its characteristics.
During the fight, Chu Mu's name continued to shine with a silver light.
"Thirty breaths …"
Everyone was stunned.
Thirty breaths. Since ancient times, it was extremely rare to be able to leave one's name on the screen for thirty breaths. There were no more than ten people.
Thirty-one breaths!
Every breath felt like a year had passed. In their hearts, there was an uncontrollable excitement.
Thirty-two breaths!
Everyone's breathing was incomparably rapid, their chests constantly rising and falling, and their hearts were about to jump out of their chests. Even the two high level Martial Saints in the sky were no exception. They only felt that their worldview was being challenged and was about to be overturned.
Thirty-three breaths … Thirty-four breaths … Thirty-five breaths …
This time could already be ranked in the top three since ancient times.
But, that was not all.
Thirty-six breaths … Thirty-seven breaths … Thirty-eight breaths …
Thirty-nine breaths!
Forty breaths!
Crazy, crazy, completely crazy. The person who maintained this time was known as the most talented person in the Genius Small World since ancient times. He was the top genius among all the geniuses, and there was no one who could compare.
But at this moment, there was another person who was on the same level as him, and it seemed that he could continue to hold on and surpass him, creating a new height, a new limit, a height that made everyone despair.
No one before and no one since!
Forty-one breaths …
At this point, everyone realized that the shining silver light seemed to be showing signs of fading …
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