Tsing Hui, who was immersed in his own swordsmanship, could not sense the changes in the outside world at all, nor was he aware of the mighty power displayed by the great sword spirit in this mountain.
It was a mighty power that could change space.
A second ago, Tsing Hui was still practicing swordsmanship on the mountain peak, but the next second, his figure had quietly appeared in a towering and magnificent palace.
This palace could not be called luxurious, but it had an indescribable natural harmony. Every pillar, every mural, every incense burner, and even every piece of furniture was placed so naturally. It seemed that if any item was destroyed or the layout of any place changed, this natural and harmonious beauty would vanish.
And in this palace, an old man wearing a Taoist robe with an eight trigrams pattern printed on the chest and back was quietly sizing up Tsing Hui, who was immersed in his swordsmanship. At the same time, he seemed to be sensing something, staring at his sword with bright eyes...
Or rather, the sword intent emanating from his sword.
This old man had a head full of white hair and a long beard that almost reached his waist, but his face did not show any signs of old age. His appearance had a sparkling and translucent jade-like feeling, faintly reflecting light in this clean and tidy hall...
No!
Not reflecting light!
But...
This old man seemed to be left with only a shadow, but this kind of illusion was not very obvious, and could not be seen at all if one did not look carefully.
The old man looked at Tsing Hui for a moment, and then quietly made a move.
A clear light shot out from the palm of his hand, directly entering between Tsing Hui's eyebrows.
The next moment, Tsing Hui, who was just practicing the swordsmanship of the Dongyang Sword Sect, suddenly changed his swordsmanship. A blazing and violent intent swept out from his swordsmanship, turning into a flame that seemed to be able to burn the void, and constantly spread in all directions.
This was the Sword of the Glorious Sun.
The moment the Sword of the Glorious Sun spread out, the blazing and violent energy inside had undergone a new round of changes, and an even more terrifying power burst out from it.
This was the Sword of the Glorious Sun, which had evolved from the Sword of the Glorious Sun.
Not long after the [Sword of Sunlight] spread out, Tsing Hui's sword once again slashed forward.
Under this slash, the void space seemed to be distorted by an invisible force. An unbelievably huge gravitational field came crashing down, accompanied by an unprecedented light that seemed to be formed from the distortion and collapse of space.
Supernova!
This was the Sword of Eclipse!
After the demonstration of the Sword of Solar Eclipse, Tsing Hui's swordsmanship seemed to pause for a moment. But then, the spatial distortion caused by the explosion and collapse seemed to have broken another limit.
The distorted space turned into all-devouring darkness, and a frighteningly powerful gravitational force spread out from the all-devouring darkness. Matter, vitality, spells, abilities, and even light were all devoured by the darkness.
When the old man saw this, his eyes finally lit up.
Seeing that after this slash, Tsing Hui's swordsmanship seemed to have come to an end, the old man pondered for a moment, and once again shot out a clear light into Tsing Hui's body.
As he shot out this clear light, his illusory figure that needed to be seen clearly suddenly became clear. Correspondingly, Tsing Hui's swordsmanship, which seemed to have come to an end, began to change again. But this change seemed to be extremely slow, and constantly consumed Tsing Hui's energy, spirit, and yuan qi, as if he was stimulating the potential of his life to deduce this sword that had never appeared before.
Tsing Hui's fourth sword was a simulation of a black hole.
And what was a black hole?
It was just a new kind of celestial body, not a "hole" with another universe inside. It was just that this celestial body was incredibly dense, causing its gravitational force to be so great that even light was bound to its surface and could not be reflected, making it impossible for human vision to capture its existence.
But a black hole was not truly immortal and everlasting.
All the matter inside a black hole would be decomposed into neutrinos and smaller particles, and then be ejected again. As this ejection process continued, the black hole would eventually evaporate, or even explode into nothingness.
At that time, although the black hole had disappeared, the new particles that were decomposed and reconstructed by it would be reborn in a different way, giving rise to a new realm.
A realm that could be in touch with the origin of the world.
A realm that could be in touch with the legendary Haotian Primordial Qi Sea, also known as Tao.
Unfortunately, with the help of the old man, Tsing Hui seemed to have seen something …
But this so-called Haotian Primordial Qi Sea, this so-called "sky", was a mess. Countless broken substances were ejected from this broken "sky", and then they were precipitated and smelted in the universe, and finally …
They became a strange substance.
A substance called Tao Rhyme, Shen Rhyme, or Time Rhyme.
"Tao Rhyme!?"
As his thoughts turned from the Tao Rhyme, Tsing Hui, who was completely immersed in the comprehension of swordsmanship, suddenly woke up from that mysterious realm.
Just as he woke up, an unprecedented weakness had already surged into his mind.
The strength of this weakness was like a landslide and a tsunami, destroying all the willpower that Tsing Hui could possess, and instantly dimming his spiritual world.
If it were not for the fact that his Spiritual World had been modified by the Fortune Jade and was being suppressed by the Fortune Jade, his Spiritual World would have collapsed completely and he would have fallen into a tragic state where his soul would scatter.
But even so, his consciousness remained awake for less than a second, and he still fell into a coma as if to protect himself.
Tsing Hui, who was in a coma, seemed to have fallen into a grotesque and variegated state.
Just like when a person was sick with a fever, due to the influence of their consciousness, they might have all kinds of incredible dreams in their sleep.
It was the same for Tsing Hui, who had exhausted his energy, spirit, and vitality.
In the dream, he seemed to have transformed into the agent of a vast and indescribable great willpower, inspecting a world that spanned tens of millions of light-years. The circulation of vitality in the entire world, the rise and fall of the sun, the setting of the moon, and the six realms of reincarnation were all under his supervision and control.
This feeling …
It made him feel very mysterious.
However, this feeling did not last long before the unimaginably vast great willpower was torn apart by countless more terrifying forces. A doomsday aura filled the entire world, as if the world was falling apart and everything was sinking into oblivion. Although countless meteors rose slowly and collided with the terrifying willpower from the outside world, and dazzling sparks sputtered out, but …
That was all …
In the end, the will of heaven collapsed, and an unprecedented panic and fear filled his entire body.
Then …
He seemed to be torn apart by several mighty forces, and finally, under the influence of the will of heaven that had not completely collapsed, he was split into four and sputtered in all directions.
In this dream, there were no images, no material objects. Everything was filled with a gray fog. He could only feel prosperity, exhaustion, satisfaction, shock, fear, despair, and other emotions. Especially in the later stages, these emotions that seemed to originate from the depths of his soul constantly tortured him, almost driving him crazy. However, like a person who had fallen into a nightmare, no matter how much he struggled, how much he roared, how much he screamed, the feelings of fear and despair always wrapped around him, lingering around him, as if they wanted to drag him down, down, down, and down until he was beyond redemption.
This torture lasted for an unknown period of time. It could be a year, it could be ten years, it could be an eternity.
Finally, in this torture, Tsing Hui seemed to have grasped an opportunity. He suddenly struggled and broke free.
Outside, his eyes that had been tightly shut and could not be opened no matter how hard he tried, suddenly opened. Shock, fear, despair, and other emotions turned into a suffocating divine light that shot out.
If this divine light was looked directly at by any cultivator whose spiritual level had not reached level 130, the negative emotions contained in it would be enough to cause Tsing Hui's consciousness to collapse and his soul to be annihilated.
"Huff! Huff! Huff! "
Tsing Hui panted violently, like a drowning person who had just floated to the surface of the water. The fatigue in his spirit and body surged in waves, almost swallowing him completely.
"How can this be …"
"You'd better not act rashly now. Wait until your so-called recovery characteristics have healed your body."
An old voice with a trace of fatigue sounded in Tsing Hui's ears.
Immediately, Tsing Hui's gaze turned and fell directly on the white-robed old man who had the demeanor of a transcendent being …
However, this old man's appearance had changed greatly from when he had first appeared. He could barely maintain his human form, and it seemed like he would turn into a cloud of mist in the next second.
Tsing Hui sized up the old man for a moment, sensing the aura of the great will that he had vaguely sensed. His eyes narrowed. "You are …"
"Don't be impatient."
The old man said, "It's not too late to ask after you've rested for a while."
Tsing Hui took a deep breath.
His body was so weak that he was at the end of his rope. Fortunately, as his consciousness recovered, under the influence of the tenth-level recovery characteristics of the Son of Chaos, he gradually regained a trace of vitality. However, his face was still deathly pale.
After more than an hour, Tsing Hui felt that his strength had more or less recovered. Only then did he turn to the old man.
When he had first sensed this old man, he had clearly sensed a power so strong that it made one tremble. Although there was not much energy, just a trace of it was enough to make his heart tremble. But now …
The old man's aura was still unfathomable, but it did not pose as much of a threat to him as before. At the very least, he could vaguely sense the old man's level …
Very strong.
He was much stronger than any Saint Stage powerhouse he had ever seen.
But …
If he really wanted to fight, the level of energy he could maintain might not even reach the level of a world with a single thought.
— — —
(Behind the Black Hole Sword was basically stepping into the Astral World.)
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