The Sword Light flickered and the sword shadows condensed into a single sword. As the sword slashed out, the wind howled and thunder roared. Wind and thunder gathered and swept across the sky.
Nie Xingkong was forced to take three steps back by the sword.
"Junior Brother's Sword Art of Wind and Thunder is really powerful." Nie Xingkong praised. That sword was the eighth move of the Sword Art of Wind and Thunder.
Nie Xingkong came to Chu Mu from time to time to practice with him. He was defeated every time, but his swordsmanship attainments gradually improved during the battles with Chu Mu.
Five Elements Swordsmanship, Sword Art of Wind and Thunder, Sword Art of Cloud, and Eight Gates Swordsmanship. Chu Mu also used the Intermediate Sand of Time. One grain of Intermediate Sand of Time could last for a month, so one month was equivalent to four months. In this way, Chu Mu's swordsmanship progressed rapidly. He had practiced all of them to the eighth move, and his understanding and application of Profound Meanings had deepened.
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The worldlet of the Flying Heaven Pavilion was similar to the main world. There were changes in the weather, sunny days, rainy days, dark clouds, wind, thunder, rain, and lightning.
Somewhere in the worldlet, there was a mountain covered by dark clouds. Layer by layer, the dark clouds looked like a huge piece of lead mud that was about to crush down.
There was a suffocating atmosphere, as if the end of the world had come.
The dull rumbling sound echoed in the thick and low pressure dark clouds, shaking like a rolling snowball. Traces of lightning flashed in the dark clouds, as if it wanted to break free from the shackles of the dark clouds and show the world its destructive power.
The wind howled and swept wildly, as if it wanted to turn everything on the mountain into dust.
A figure stood at the peak of the mountain. He held a sword in his left hand and his right hand hung down naturally. His figure stood upright between heaven and earth, like a divine sword standing proudly, unyielding and unyielding. He raised his head and stared at the thick dark clouds in the sky. The dark clouds were reflected in his clear eyes, as if the sky was about to collapse.
This place was a corner of the worldlet of the Flying Heaven Pavilion. Over the years, the sky was covered by dark clouds and thunder. Some disciples of the Flying Heaven Pavilion would also come here to meditate.
This figure was Chu Mu. Other than him, there was no one else present.
This was the fifth time Chu Mu had come here. In the previous four times, he had stayed here for two to three days each time. He released his Divine Remembrance and came into contact with the thick and heavy dark clouds. He could feel the violent destructive power contained within.
Every time he came into contact with it, his comprehension would gradually deepen.
And now, for the fifth time, Chu Mu could vaguely feel that he had touched upon something after a day and night of continuous enlightenment. However, there was still a layer separating him from it, and it was somewhat blurry.
With a rumbling sound, a red thunderbolt carrying a scorching aura broke through the thick layer of dark clouds. With a berserk and destructive might, it struck a huge piece of wood not far from Chu Mu. In an instant, the huge piece of wood shattered and a flame emerged. A gust of wind whistled past and the flame also grew stronger. Like a firestorm, the huge piece of wood was turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.
If such a terrifying power struck a person, even a Divine Condensation Realm swordsman would be reduced to ashes in an instant.
Chu Mu was not afraid in the slightest. He stared at the log that had been reduced to ashes by the firestorm and sank into deep thought. Gradually, his eyes began to shine, and in the end, a brilliant light shot out from them.
"Hahahaha, I understand now …" Loud laughter rang out, intertwining with the sound of thunder in the sky.
Immediately, waves of tyrannical power gushed out from Chu Mu's body.
The purple profound power of thunder, the white profound power of cloud, the cyan profound power of wind, and the red profound power of fire!
Four different kinds of power entwined around Chu Mu's body. An incomparably sharp sword intent also gushed out, shooting straight into the sky, as if it could pierce through the dark clouds.
With the sword intent as the support, the four profound powers attached themselves to it. Using a unique method, they condensed into lines of runes, and finally poured into the sword in his hand.
In the blink of an eye, Chu Mu pulled out the Sword of No Return. On the trembling Sword of No Return, there was a five-colored light entwining around it. Silver was the main color, while the other four colors rotated like a storm.
"Thundercloud Storm …" Softly muttering these four words, Chu Mu's expression was cold and solemn. His eyes emitted an incomparably sharp light. The Sword of No Return was swung out. The speed of the sword was not fast, but it emitted a frightening destructive aura.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound rang out, instantly covering the sound of thunder in the thick dark clouds in the sky. It was the only sound between heaven and earth.
When the sword was drawn, a high-speed rotating storm immediately rolled out. After it left the sword, it rapidly expanded, covering a radius of several hundred meters. This terrifying storm became mainly greyish white, with cyan, purple, and red colors intertwining within.
The clouds were changing, the wind was cutting, the thunder was raging, and the fire was burning.
Once the enemy was enveloped by the four profound powers, they would suffer a destructive attack.
With a rumbling sound, thunder descended from the sky. The Thundercloud Storm trembled, and an even louder sound came out. Electric snakes swam, and its power increased sharply.
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In the small world of the Flying Heaven Pavilion, there were many mountains. Some of these mountains were high, some were low, some were big, and some were small. The Unmoving Mountain was the only tallest mountain in the small world of the Flying Heaven Pavilion. It towered between heaven and earth, like a crane among chickens. No other mountain could compare to it.
The name of the Unmoving Mountain was eternally unmoving.
Chu Mu stood in front of the Unmoving Mountain, like a statue eroded by time. He raised his head slightly, staring at the Unmoving Mountain in front of him, taking in the entire mountain.
His pupils reflected the complete Unmoving Mountain.
His breathing was very subtle, almost undetectable, and so long that it was almost nonexistent.
Three days, it had been three days. Ever since he created the first fourth-grade sword technique, the Thundercloud Storm, Chu Mu came to the Unmoving Mountain and stood there for three days and three nights. His posture did not change, and he did not even move his fingers or blink his eyelids.
His aura was fading little by little, like smoke and fire disappearing.
Gradually, his aura merged with the surrounding aura fluctuations, and gradually merged with the Unmoving Mountain in front of him.
The mountain was that mountain, and the person was that person, but the aura gradually became the same. The person's aura merged with the aura of the mountain. Chu Mu seemed to have disappeared, and in his place was a mountain, a miniature version of the Unmoving Mountain.
The mountain did not move, and the person did not move. They did not know the passage of time, the changes of the wind and clouds, and the vicissitudes of the world.
At some point, a wind blew, and a few dark clouds floated in the sky. Light rain fell from the sky, falling on the Unmoving Mountain, on Chu Mu's body, and on the ground.
The wind blew, and the water soaked, but the Unmoving Mountain was still the Unmoving Mountain, and Chu Mu was still Chu Mu.
After the wind and rain, there seemed to be a ray of dazzling light under the light, like a rainbow crossing the sky, drawing a perfect arc.
As if affected by the Unmoving Mountain, the reflection of a rainbow also appeared behind Chu Mu.
The fluctuation of the person was the same as the fluctuation of the mountain. The person was like the mountain.
Wisps of profound aura gradually emitted from Chu Mu's body.
Day turned to night, and the blazing sun and moon of the small world alternated. Heaven and earth did not move, and the human heart was immortal.
Chu Mu did not move, and a green vine sprang out from the ground under his feet. Nourished by the earth, it grew rapidly, and coiled up Chu Mu's legs, wrapping around Chu Mu's entire body. Small flowers bloomed, and the flowers swayed in the wind.
Birds flew over, chirping and buzzing. Bees buzzed and flew over, fascinated.
There was no human aura, and Chu Mu became a part of nature, resonating with the Unmoving Mountain from afar.
The sun and moon alternated, and time passed quickly. One day, two days, three days...
A month later, at the foot of the Unmoving Mountain, in a small place that was densely entangled by the flowering green vines, a shocking sharpness suddenly erupted. It was sword will.
The sword will soared into the sky, and the flowering green vines instantly turned into powder. Subsequently, the shocking sword will retracted, but there was still a shocking sharpness in the air. It lasted for a full ten breaths of time before it faded and dissipated.
This was out of Chu Mu's expectations.
Originally, his purpose of comprehending the Unmoving Mountain was only to comprehend a pure defensive sword technique. He did not expect that it would take him a month, but the time spent was worth it.
Because not only did he comprehend a defensive sword technique, but he also deepened the essence of the inextinguishable sword will. This allowed the sword will to last for ten more breaths of time, which was a great improvement from before.
At this point, Chu Mu had created a fourth-grade offensive sword technique, [Thundercloud Storm], and a fourth-grade defensive sword technique, [Unmoving Mountain]. He had also comprehended a trace of the inextinguishable essence, which allowed the sword will to last for ten more breaths of time. His strength had increased by many times compared to before.
"I have a fourth-grade offensive sword technique, and a fourth-grade defensive sword technique. Next, I will create a fourth-grade movement sword technique. If possible, I will also create a fourth-grade defensive counterattack sword technique..." Chu Mu said to himself. It had to be said that his ambition was still very big.
In a spurt of energy, with the momentum of comprehending the fourth-grade defensive sword technique, [Unmoving Mountain], Chu Mu set off and once again wandered around the small world of the Flying Heaven Pavilion, looking for a suitable place to comprehend.
Like the [Thundercloud Mountain] and the Unmoving Mountain, Chu Mu did not deliberately search for them, but he saw them while wandering around. His intuition told him that comprehending them would be beneficial.
Chu Mu believed that his intuition was very accurate.
Sure enough, comprehending the [Thundercloud Mountain] allowed him to create the fourth-grade offensive sword technique, [Thundercloud Storm]. Comprehending the [Unmoving Mountain] allowed him to create the fourth-grade defensive sword technique, [Unmoving Mountain]. He also comprehended a trace of the inextinguishable essence.
Sometimes, he would run quickly and suddenly stop at a place to look at the scenery in front of him. After three days and three nights, he would set off again. Sometimes he would run quickly, sometimes he would walk slowly, sometimes he would stop and sometimes he would walk and stop. Every step he took, he would comprehend, and every step he took, he would comprehend.
The small world was not big, but it was not small either. Divine Condensation Realm swordsmen could not fly, while King Realm swordsmen could. However, their speed was also greatly limited. With Chu Mu's speed, it would take him nearly a year to explore the entire small world.
He would walk to the edge of the small world and then return from another path. He would walk and stop, and from time to time he would draw his sword and wave it a few times to comprehend all kinds of things. Sometimes his figure would flash, sometimes his figure would float. He was completely immersed in his personal comprehension. Until one day, Chu Mu's figure moved, turning into a bolt of lightning, streaking across the sky, containing thousands of changes, and disappeared.
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