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"Kill them all." Emperor Shark Jade waved the sawtooth longsword in his hand and sneered.
"Kill!" A dozen Emperor Shark Clan guards attacked with all their might.
Although the three Five Spirit Race experts weren't weak, they were only low-level Saints. Under the joint attack of Emperor Shark Jade and the others, they couldn't hold on for long.
Naturally, the interspatial rings of the three Five Spirit Race experts became Emperor Shark Jade's spoils of war.
After checking, there were many pure yang stones and some pills. Emperor Shark Jade laughed heartily. Sure enough, killing and robbing were the most rewarding.
After killing them, Emperor Shark Jade glanced at the sword art on the wall and a disdainful smile appeared on his face.
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"Heaven Art, Hundred Flows Burial!"
The Sky Race youth's eyes shot out a sharp light. The bracers on his hands trembled slightly. As he waved them, streams of air were formed. There were at least a hundred streams of air, and each stream of air completely shattered the pure yang energy.
The hundred streams of air were in the shape of water droplets. They were extremely fast, like rivers flowing into the sea. Each stream of air contained an incomparably terrifying power that could easily shatter steel.
"No, stop!" The Sky Race youth was facing the Ocean Race's King Zhang. Facing the hundred streams of air, he couldn't resist at all. Hundreds of holes appeared on his body, and he was torn apart.
"Weak race." After killing King Zhang in one strike, the Sky Race youth revealed a disdainful smile. Shortly after, he seemed to have thought of something. "Super monster of the human race, I really hope I can meet you and let you taste the power of my race's Heaven Art."
Heaven Art was the cultivation method of the Sky Race. Their cultivation method had unfathomable power, and it was even more mysterious and powerful than the spells of the human race.
…
Inside the Profound Yang Palace, battles and killings were constantly happening.
Similarly, outside the Profound Yang Palace, in the Myriad Ancient Sacred City outside the Profound Yang World, killings were happening all the time.
In the blink of an eye, eight days had passed since they entered the Profound Yang Palace.
Chu Mu's Primordial Spirit was refined by the Pure Yang Qi and became even more condensed. Even his God's Soul became stronger. His two Sword Souls also became more condensed.
His vitality was stronger, his physique was stronger, and the Divine Wilderness Sword Essence was purer. What it brought was an increase in strength.
The foundation of the Ninth Heavenly Layer of Nirvana Realm would be more stable, and it would be more helpful for him to break through to the Eternal Realm in the future.
The Profound Yang Palace was indeed huge, but it still had its limits.
Eight days later, everyone began to venture deeper into the core of the Profound Yang Palace.
Chu Mu had encountered a dead end. Beneath his feet was a corridor, and in front of him was a wall. There was no door, so there was no way out. Even when he used the Extreme Slashing Sword Style, he was unable to move the wall at all.
At this time, they had to return as soon as possible and find another path. Otherwise, they would fall behind the others. Basically, everyone who encountered a dead end in the Profound Yang Palace would do this.
Just as Chu Mu was about to turn around and leave, his gaze swept across the wall in front of him, and he suddenly paused.
The wall looked very ordinary, as if there was nothing special about it. At least, that was how it looked to most people. However, when Chu Mu glanced at it, he found something unusual that was worth his attention.
The color of the walls was light red, which was the main color of the Profound Yang Palace.
However, there were faint traces on the wall. If it wasn't for his outstanding eyesight, he wouldn't have noticed it.
However, Chu Mu's attention was attracted by the faint traces.
If one looked carefully, one would discover a faint golden luster flickering within the traces. There was a peculiar fluctuation left behind. It was very weak, but it had a tenacity that lasted for a long time.
As he looked, Chu Mu's eyes lit up. The traces were sword scars.
The seemingly messy marks were as if someone had once wielded a sword and randomly slashed at the wall. However, Chu Mu felt that there was another mystery within the seemingly messy sword marks.
Turning around, Chu Mu stood in front of the wall and looked at it with rapt attention.
The more he looked, the more profound the feeling became. However, he didn't know why, but he felt that it was getting more and more profound. It was as if there was a layer of mist that prevented him from seeing the truth.
"There should be a sword art in these messy sword scars. The extra sword scars are just concealing that sword art," Chu Mu thought.
As he looked, he suddenly felt that many of those sword scars were very familiar.
"This is …" His eyes suddenly lit up. Chu Mu discovered that most of the sword scars were sword arts that he had comprehended before. They were the sword arts that were carved on the walls of the corridor and the side hall.
After seeing this, Chu Mu immediately started to distinguish them.
The sword scars on the wall were very messy. They were marks left behind by the sword moves of many different sword arts. There wasn't the slightest pattern. There was only one way to distinguish them one by one, and that was to be very familiar with the sword arts.
…
"Damn it, this is already the third dead end we've encountered."
"Attack, blast it open with brute force."
The group of Oceanic Race experts immediately attacked. Tyrannical Sea Arts blasted out and hit the wall, creating loud Zhen Tian sounds.
…
"Is there no entrance?" A human Saint expert frowned. This was the fifth dead end he had encountered.
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"Why do the scars on the wall give me a familiar feeling?" Ao Zhenheng stared at the sword scars on the wall in front of him and frowned. He was different from Chu Mu. He had only memorized a few sword arts. On the other hand, Chu Mu had memorized all the sword arts that he had seen and comprehended their essence.
He hadn't completely grasped the essence of a few sword arts. Naturally, he only felt that it was a little familiar, but he couldn't really distinguish it.
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Dead end … dead end … dead end … without exception, all of them were dead ends.
Those who had entered the Profound Yang Palace and were still alive had basically encountered a dead end. Similarly, there was a wall with crisscrossing sword scars on it.
Some people tried to comprehend the sword scars on it, while others turned around and left to find another way out.
But regardless of whether they continued to search for a way out or comprehend the sword scars, they couldn't find a way out.
Most of the people who entered here weren't sword cultivators. They didn't have a passion for sword arts. Only those sword cultivators would pay more attention to the sword arts on the wall. However, they were only like Ao Zhenheng. They paid attention at the beginning, memorized, and learned. In the end, they realized that the sword arts recorded on the wall were very ordinary.
Every sword saint, even the most ordinary sword saint, would at least cultivate a heaven class sword art. The sword arts on the wall of the Profound Yang Palace were mostly yellow class and profound class. There were a few earth class sword arts that couldn't arouse their interest.
Now, most of the sword cultivators were immersed in comprehending and couldn't extricate themselves. They could also see that the sword scars on the wall contained sword arts. Some sword scars gave them a familiar feeling, while some sword scars were unfamiliar. They could only rely on their rich accumulation of sword arts and a little familiarity to analyze them, which was very inefficient.
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One sword art after another was analyzed by Chu Mu. With his powerful memory, he directly memorized the sword scars on the wall in a three-dimensional manner.
In his spiritual world, a wall constructed with spiritual power floated. The sword scars on it were very clear, no different from the wall outside.
As Chu Mu continuously analyzed the sword arts that he had comprehended, the sword scars on the wall disappeared one by one, leaving behind more and more sword scars.
When Chu Mu finished analyzing the twenty-odd sword arts that he had comprehended in the Profound Yang Palace, there were only a few dozen sword scars left on the wall in his spiritual world.
These sword scars were left behind by Chu Mu's unfamiliar sword arts.
He had a premonition that the real challenge had begun.
Previously, some of the sword arts only had seven or eight sword scars, while the most had less than a dozen. Now, there were nearly a hundred sword scars left behind. The more sword scars there were, the more complicated the sword art was.
The sword art on the wall was at least a Heaven rank sword art. As for which grade it was at, Chu Mu estimated that it was at least mid-stage Heaven rank, or even higher.
If it were in the past, a Heaven rank sword art would have been enough to excite Chu Mu. But now, as he had embarked on the path of creating his own sword art, a Heaven rank sword art could only be described as trivial. However, it did not stop Chu Mu from adding bricks and tiles to his Sword Dao.
With his powerful perception and astonishing attainments in the Sword Dao, it was not difficult for Chu Mu to comprehend the nearly a hundred sword scars in front of him. Soon, he saw the profoundness within. Chu Mu also realized that the twenty-odd sword arts that he had previously comprehended from the Great Profound Yang Sword Palace seemed to be of great help to him in comprehending this sword art.
It felt as if the twenty-odd sword arts from before were actually a split of the sword art in front of him.
Under all these conditions, if Chu Mu was still unable to comprehend the Heaven rank sword art on the wall, it could only mean that he was too inferior. One had to know that other Sword Saints did not have such an advantage.
Although the nearly a hundred sword scars were still in a mess, Chu Mu was able to sort them out clearly.
Move after move of the sword art was analyzed and comprehended by him. Chu Mu pulled out the Heaven Slaying Sword and swung it in front of the wall. It was more intuitive.
There were a total of nine moves. Nine moves were performed without any pressure under Chu Mu's sword.
One had to know that a top-notch sword art like the God Slaying Sword Style was much more profound than a Heaven rank sword art.
Not long after, a complete sword technique was cast under Chu Mu's sword.
After comprehending the last sword art on the wall, Chu Mu naturally knew the name of this sword art.
Great Profound Yang Sword Art!
This was one of the Great Profound Yang Sword Palace's core sword arts. It was a sword art that had reached the high grade of the Heaven rank and possessed extremely terrifying power.
Chu Mu had the thought of trying out the power of the Great Profound Yang Sword Art. Therefore, he slashed out with his Sword Light. It was like a blazing sun rising into the sky, illuminating everything and stirring the pure Yang Qi in all directions. The sun-red Sword Light directly slashed at the wall. He executed move after move. All nine moves struck the wall, but the wall remained motionless.
At this moment, a red light shot out and enveloped Chu Mu.
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