There were all kinds of strange scenes in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm. Some were catastrophic, some were picturesque, some were calm, some were moving, and some were never seen or heard before. For example, the dark mentality of Murong Qingcheng's martial art, where the power field was everywhere, and the universe was reversed. Once one entered it, one would not be able to tell north from south at all. Only Murong Qingcheng would be able to benefit from it.
Ye Chen had not gained nothing either. In the scene where movement and stillness were combined, his fast sword poetic perspective and slow sword poetic perspective had both improved, especially the slow sword poetic perspective, which had finally reached a higher level. In terms of battling, it was not that much weaker than the fast sword poetic perspective. Unfortunately, the poetic perspective in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm was still not enough for him to learn more.
Whoosh!
With a strike of the sword, the sword light could not be seen, but the surging river water was severed.
Stepping on the river, Ye Chen thrust out his sword again. This time, it was surprisingly slow. The thrust of the sword combined with the countercurrent of air, so slow that it made people want to vomit blood.
With a swoosh, the majestic reef in the river was pierced through by the sword and slowly sank.
"Look, there's another staircase leading down here." At this time, a few of the younger generation who were walking in front said.
Everyone followed the voice and looked over. In their sight, there was a long staircase leading to the next level. The entire Hidden Dragon Secret Realm was like a terraced field, with each level connected to the next. However, this terraced field had been magnified countless times. Without reaching the edge, it would be hard to notice.
"The next test should be even more difficult!" Just the first level of the Hidden Realm had already eliminated more than ten members of the younger generation. It was hard to imagine how many more would be eliminated in the second level.
"Who cares? We can't possibly waste our time on the first level! "
The young generation who could be ranked in the Hidden Dragon Rank were all people with extremely strong minds. After being slightly surprised, none of them took it seriously.
The scenery on both sides of the staircase was beautiful, and the airflow was gentle. Walking on it was like bathing in the spring breeze, and one's mood was exceptionally comfortable.
As Ye Chen observed the surrounding scenery, he thought to himself, 'If I'm not mistaken, the Hidden Dragon Mystery Realm should be an illusory realm. It's an illusory realm that combines many artistic conceptions! Perhaps this illusion was recreated based on the real scene, making it hard for people to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Thinking about that, Ye Chen was shocked. He wondered who had created the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, which was both real and fake at the same time. The poetic perspectives contained in it were uncountable.
Ah!
At the end of the stairs, a young warrior was blown away by the wind. He was teleported out of the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.
This was the concept of wind!
The concept of wind was even more terrifying than the first level!
What followed was a sudden tide, drowning the three dumbfounded youngsters. The huge mountain that appeared in the water knocked away a few youngsters who were nearby. The speed was so fast that they didn't even have time to react.
"The intent realm has increased in speed!"
Ye Chen was deep in thought. Normally, a martial artist needed a suitable time to comprehend a state. When the suitable time was shortened, it would be a test of a person's perception and reaction speed.
Kacha!
When Ye Chen arrived at the second level, the sky suddenly darkened. Dark clouds roiled and lightning flashed as a terrifying gale swept down with an astonishing aura.
"Concept of Cloud, Concept of Thunder, Concept of Wind!"
On the first floor, there had never been a scene where the three Concepts were combined. Who would have thought that it would appear on the second floor?
Among the younger generation, those who had comprehended one of the concepts had already taken out their weapons, fighting against the wild winds and thunder. As for the concept of cloud, it was no longer an attack. One had to comprehend it on their own. The difficulty was much higher than the concept of thunder and the concept of wind.
Chin!
His sword light flashed as Ye Chen threw out a sword attack, shattering the incoming thunder light.
"Sky Shattering Clouds!"
Without activating his sword intent, Ye Chen used his pure Sky Shattering Clouds sword movement to face the crazy storm and thunder. Every single sword attack was deadly, and it was getting more and more intense.
Boom!
A thunderous sound was heard as a hundred-meter-long, half-meter-thick thunder light struck down. The thunder light was narrow and sharp, like a twisted great weapon. It was unstoppable.
Some of the young warriors who had comprehended the concept of thunder were hit by the aftershock of the thunder light. They were all thrown into the surreal space and teleported out of the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.
"Break!"
The poetic perspective of thunder and clouds evolved to its limit. Ye Chen threw out a sword attack to face the incoming attack.
With a swoosh, Ye Chen was forced back for a couple of steps, and the thunder light disappeared.
"Such a dominating poetic perspective of thunder!" Ye Chen's poetic perspective of thunder existed to support the poetic perspective of clouds. It was not pure, and it did not need to be pure. When it clashed with the real poetic perspective of thunder, he immediately felt that his own poetic perspective of thunder had been greatly suppressed, and it would shatter at the first touch. In the end, it was the poetic perspective of clouds that contained this poetic perspective of thunder, combining it with his own poetic perspective of thunder.
Once the poetic perspective of thunder became stronger, the poetic perspective of thunder and clouds improved as well, becoming more complete.
After absorbing the poetic perspective of thunder, Ye Chen raised his head, looking at the dark clouds. He thought to himself, 'I should learn a bit of the poetic perspective of clouds first. The essence of the poetic perspective of thunder and clouds is still the poetic perspective of clouds!'
The poetic perspective of clouds was vague and hard to learn. However, it was also the source of the power of the poetic perspective of thunder. If he did not solve the problem of the poetic perspective of clouds, it would be hard for the poetic perspective of thunder and clouds to improve.
He waved out his sword attack, and the sword light was like thunder, shooting into the dark clouds.
Pap! Pap!
The dark clouds rolled up, and the thunder light shone in the cracks, looking like countless thunder snakes, swimming and playing. There was an indescribable murderous vibe in that nimble movement.
While Ye Chen was learning the poetic perspective of clouds, the others were not idling around either. They all performed their best to fight against the poetic perspectives.
The poetic perspectives that Sikong Sheng was fighting against were the poetic perspective of earth and wind. The poetic perspective of earth was contained in the Mysterious Sky Tyrant Fist Art, while the Sky Expelling Palm Art was the poetic perspective of wind.
Yan Chihuo was fighting against the poetic perspective of earth and fire.
Li Daoxuan was fighting against the poetic perspective of wind and the sharp and aggressive metal.
Murong Qingcheng was fighting against the poetic perspective of darkness and chaos.
…
As for Xu Jing's poetic perspective, it was a bit weird. It was a series of different forms of power: vibrating, penetrating, lifting something heavy as if it were light, and lifting something light as if it were heavy. If one were to describe it in one word, it would be the poetic perspective of power. It was an extremely pure poetic perspective, and also a necessary one. Most of the poetic perspectives would contain the poetic perspective of power, but there was no need to learn it specifically, because there was no way to learn it. Only Xu Jing could separate the poetic perspective of power and form it into her own poetic perspective.
The dark clouds above his head disappeared, and the thunder light faded away. Ye Chen let out a breath. His poetic perspective of clouds had finally reached the next level. Right now, he already had the poetic perspective of combining the six movements of the Sky Cloud Sword Art. The only thing he was missing was to combine the six movements into one, which would be the Sky Shattering Clouds.
Looking around, Ye Chen realized that there were less than forty people left. Adding the people who had been eliminated in the first level, there were more than thirty people left.
Pap!
The thunder-like sword light cracked the ground open. Ye Chen put his sword back into its scabbard, its sharp light completely gone.
A few people nearby were secretly shocked. They had just been battling with Ye Chen, but the difference was that Ye Chen had been battling with the poetic perspective of clouds and thunder, while they had been battling with the poetic perspective of wind. During the battling process, they had finally witnessed the power of Ye Chen's sword arts from a close distance. The dark clouds in the sky had been shattered by him, and it was already quite difficult for them to fight against the wind together.
Whoosh!
On the other side, Yan Chihuo had lifted up his blade and waved out a straight red flame light. Wherever the flame light reached, the ground cracked open.
No one knew if it was intentional, but the red flame light was attacking towards Ye Chen's direction. The blade aura was aggressive and aggressive, as if it was about to devour someone. A poetic perspective of an erupting volcano was contained within it.
"The combination of the poetic perspective of earth and the poetic perspective of fire is not bad. Unfortunately, I am not standing still either." Ye Chen did not back out. He put his right hand on the hilt of his sword, slightly pulling out his Star Scar Sword. He released the poetic perspective of thunder and clouds, attacking towards the flame along with the sharp sword Qi.
Swoosh!
The flame light was extinguished, disappearing completely.
The remaining power of the thunder sword Qi had not disappeared yet. It had forced Yan Chihuo to back out dozens of steps, which had taught him a decent lesson.
Yan Chihuo's expression froze. He thought that his poetic perspective of earth and fire had improved a lot, and he had been able to get through all the difficult parts without any obstacles. He was planning to compete with Ye Chen for the poetic perspective, but he did not expect that Ye Chen had made even more progress than him. Before his sword had even been completely pulled out of its scabbard, Ye Chen had already forced him to back out. The good thing was that it was just a pure poetic perspective competition. If he used all of his power, Ye Chen's seventy percent sword intent would probably kill him within a second.
Li Daoxuan shook his head. Within a short period of time, he did not want to compete with Ye Chen anymore. Although Yan Chihuo was very powerful, he still had a long way to go before he could catch up with Ye Chen.
After the small interlude, the rest of the people walked towards the third level of the secret realm.
…
The third level of the secret realm did not have any sudden incidents. It seemed to be very quiet. However, the quieter it was, the more nervous the people were. The unknown was always scary.
There was a tall mountain nearby, and a heavy wind was blowing on top of it, sharp like blades.
A few of them wanted to go up and observe. However, none of them managed to do so, as they were all teleported out by the wind.
After that, the others also knew that this level was for them to find their own poetic perspectives, so they went their separate ways. Ye Chen had only walked a few steps before he saw that the young warriors who were not even forty years old had been reduced by a third again. Moreover, there were people being teleported out every second. Shaking his head, he walked towards a valley in the distance.
There was a lake in the valley, with green lotuses growing on top of it. They varied in size, with the largest being almost three meters long, and the smallest being as wide as a basin.
The lake was calm without any ripples, reflecting the surrounding scenery.
Ye Chen did not suspect anything, so he walked towards it.
Shoo!
The green lotus that was closest to the lake suddenly turned into sword Qi and shot over. The sword Qi was sharp and unstoppable, like an extremely powerful sword art. And, the one who had performed the sword art was indeed the lake.
"Eh?" Ye Chen activated his Separating Shadow Flying Art to avoid the sword Qi. Before he could do anything, another couple of green lotuses turned into sword Qi and shot out. Each attack was deadly, and the poetic perspective contained within was extremely horrifying. It was as if there was a peerless sword artist attacking towards him.
Without a choice, Ye Chen took out his Star Scar Sword and started to fight against the sword Qi. The battle was intense, and it was extremely tiring.
After blocking a couple of sword Qi in a row, Ye Chen frowned. In his sight, a huge green lotus near the center of the lake was floating in the air. It suddenly turned into dozens of sword Qi, which were in perfect order. The sword aura contained within them was unimaginable. Ye Chen, who was standing far away, immediately felt like he was being locked on. He had a feeling that no matter where he tried to hide, he would be hit.
"This is a sword movement!" Ye Chen was surprised.
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