From the ninth floor onwards, the number of swordsmen was maintained at one thousand, and it was the same for the twenty-eighth floor.
On this floor, the swordsman's Sword Domain had already surpassed Ye Chen's, reaching the intermediate stage of the fifth level. Every time Ye Chen stabbed out, he would encounter endless resistance and twisting power. After killing forty-four swordsman, Ye Chen was stabbed in the heart and throat by the forty-fifth and forty-sixth swordsman respectively.
Level 28 failed!
"The influence of the Sword Domain on one's strength is too great." Ye Chen's sword art was ten times or even a hundred times stronger than the swordsmen on the 28th floor, and his sword dao realm was also much higher than theirs. However, in front of a stronger sword domain, Ye Chen's sword art could only display one percent of its power, which was completely below his standard.
In the void outside the Sword World, Ye Chen sat cross-legged on the ground while the scenes from before replayed in his mind.
Three days later, Ye Chen entered the Sword Realm again.
Ye Chen quickly arrived at the 28th floor after overcoming all the obstacles along the way.
In the Sword World, Zhen Yuan couldn't be released, so they could only fight at close range. This made it so that only a dozen or so swordsmen could get close to Ye Chen every time. The others could only stand behind.
Ding ding dang dang!
Sparks flew everywhere. Ye Chen, who was holding two swords in his hands, cast aside all distracting thoughts and focused all his attention on dealing with the swordsman rushing towards him. The two swords in his hands were like twisted rays of light, constantly stabbing the swordsman's body. With the Instant Sword Domain, he could at least hold on for a while, even if the opponent's Sword Domain was a level higher than his.
Forty-fifth place.
…
Fifty-second.
…
78th place.
…
The hundredth.
After killing a total of a hundred swordsmen, Ye Chen was killed by a flurry of swords, doubling his battle record.
In the land of nothingness, Ye Chen's comprehension grew deeper and deeper. Millions of sword arts flashed through his mind, and in the end, only the most essential part remained. This part could no longer be called a sword art, but a kind of origin. To be more direct, it was the origin of Sword Dao, and the origin of Sword Dao was the foundation of Sword Domain.
One hundred and fifty-five.
…
One hundred and ninety-eighth.
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Two hundred forty-two.
…
Two hundred ninety-nine.
The third time he came to the 28th level of the Sword World, Ye Chen seemed to have the help of the gods as he killed one swordsman after another. When he killed the 299th swordsman, Ye Chen revealed a flaw. This flaw was discovered by the 300th swordsman, who stabbed over with a sword light.
It might have been a moment, or it might have been a year. Countless sword cries rang out around Ye Chen. The sword of the three hundredth swordsman missed its target and brushed past Ye Chen's neck.
Puff!
Without any hesitation, Ye Chen thrust his sword through the man's heart.
Fifth Level Sword Domain.
Under the boundless pressure, Ye Chen successfully broke through, and his Sword Domain rose from the early-stage of the fifth level to the mid-stage of the fifth level. His comprehension of the Laws of the Sword had improved a step further, and coupled with the profundities of space, he was like a tiger that had grown wings.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
At the same cultivation level, Ye Chen displayed a suppressive aura. If one came, he would kill one, and if two came, he would kill two. There was no one who could withstand a single exchange. The might of his Sword Technique also started to show.
The 999th.
The 1000th.
Finally, Ye Chen passed through the twenty-eighth floor and arrived at the twenty-ninth floor.
The sword artist of the twenty-ninth floor was at the late-stage of the fifth level.
This time, Ye Chen only managed to kill nine sword artists before failing.
The sword artist of the twenty-ninth floor was simply too powerful. Not only did his Sword Domain surpass Ye Chen's, the disparity in other aspects was also shrinking. He was much stronger than the sword artist of the twenty-eighth floor.
After a week, Ye Chen's kill count on the twenty-ninth floor had increased to thirty. His improvement was extremely small, and it would be hard for him to make any more gains in the remaining half of the month.
"Time to go back!"
Tearing open the void, Ye Chen returned to the Falling Dust Sword Sect.
…
At this moment, many peak forces of Elysium were in a 'turbulent' period. Everyone was fighting for a quota to enter the outside world. Some relied on their connections, and some lustful women. However, the 'initiator' of all this did not care about these trivial matters, as he was enjoying a rare moment of peace.
In a luxurious and comfortable bedroom, Ye Chen was lying on the bed with Murong Qingcheng in his arms. His left hand went through the latter's armpit, pinching that astonishing softness from time to time.
"Ye Chen, when did you eat sister Jing?"
Murong Qingcheng was one year older than Xu Jing. Ever since Ye Chen left, the two had been calling each other sisters.
"Aren't you jealous?"
Ye Chen smiled.
"If you were an ordinary person, I would be jealous."
At their realm, their thinking was not the same as ordinary people. As long as she liked Ye Chen, and Ye Chen liked her, nothing else mattered. On the contrary, she hoped to have a sister to accompany her. After all, Ye Chen was busy with his own matters most of the time, and his goal was to reach the peak of sword dao.
"After a few years, we should have a child."
As he spoke, Ye Chen entered Murong Qingcheng's body once again.
…
"Senior Sister, how's the quota for Dragon God Celestial Palace going?"
In the Palace Master's bedroom, Ye Chen walked in with a faint smile.
"About seventy to eighty percent."
Dragon God Celestial Palace was the same as Fallen Dust Sword Sect, also having a quota of a hundred thousand. Standing up, Xu Jing poured a cup of tea for Ye Chen.
Putting down the cup, Ye Chen grabbed her hand and made her sit on his lap.
Xu Jing was somewhat flustered. After struggling a few times, she stopped moving. Her breathing became a bit hurried, and her chest, which was wrapped in white clothes, heaved up and down, looking especially alluring.
Lightly hugging Xu Jing, Ye Chen pulled her face and kissed her.
After a moment, Xu Jing went from passive to active. Her hands wrapped around Ye Chen's nape, her eyes closed.
The entanglement of tongues clearly couldn't satisfy Ye Chen. Standing up, Ye Chen carried Xu Jing to the bed.
On this day, the two of them were immersed in passion. On the soft and smooth bed, red plum blossoms dotted the two snow-white figures entangled together, making one's mouth dry and tongue thirsty.
The next morning, the passion subsided, and the two embraced.
Xu Jing's skin was as smooth as silk. Ye Chen couldn't bear to part with it.
"I suddenly want to see the outside world."
Enduring Ye Chen's caress, Xu Jing said.
Ye Chen smiled and said, "What's so difficult about that? We can go now."
…
"Sister Jing."
Seeing Xu Jing, Murong Qingcheng revealed a vague smile. The latter had just become a wife, and the change in her temperament was quite obvious in Murong Qingcheng's eyes.
Sensing the meaning in Murong Qingcheng's gaze, Xu Jing's face turned red.
"Sister Jing, doing that must be very comfortable, right?"
Following behind Ye Chen, Murong Qingcheng deliberately 'teased' Xu Jing.
How could Xu Jing be Murong Qingcheng's opponent? She stuttered and didn't have the aura of a peerless king.
In front, Ye Chen smiled.
After passing through the dead end, the three arrived at the real universe.
"This is the outside world?"
Murong Qingcheng and Xu Jing took a deep breath. Here, they could feel the vastness and boundlessness of the universe. The laws of the universe weren't as obvious as in Elysium, but they were more lofty and untouchable by mortals. Apart from that, the space here was too stable, and the spatial ripples were very subtle. With their strength, it was hard for them to capture the pattern of the spatial ripples.
Finally, the Zhen Yuan within their bodies started to stir.
In Elysium, due to the restrictions of the laws, one could only cultivate to the third layer of Life and Death Realm. After reaching the third layer, one wouldn't be able to break through to the fourth layer even if they cultivated for another thousand years. Moreover, there wasn't that much time for them to cultivate. In Elysium, the lifespan of a king was only one thousand years.
However, the universe was different. The moment they passed through the dead end, their lifespan suddenly rose from one thousand years to a hundred thousand years, giving them the aura of immortality.
"A hundred thousand years … a hundred times lifespan!"
Murong Qingcheng sighed.
Ye Chen said, "The universe is vast and boundless. A hundred thousand years is but a blink of an eye for the universe. Only by becoming a true god can one be eternal."
A true god transcended the universe and reached a whole new level.
"Could Elysium be a world created by a true god?" Xu Jing asked.
Ye Chen muttered, "It's quite possible. As far as I know, ninth layer Life and Death Supremes are far from having the ability to create a small world. I'm afraid only true gods have this ability."
How much power was required to create and maintain a small world? Ye Chen couldn't guess, and he couldn't guess, because it was beyond his imagination. At the very least, he would need to become a ninth layer Life and Death Supremes to see some clues.
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