The Soaring Dragon sword was not one of the ten renowned swords of the Sword Collection palace, but it was close. Perhaps what it lacked was a powerful swordsman for its name to spread across the world, or perhaps it just lacked an empty spot among the ten renowned swords for it to fill.
In terms of quality, the Soaring Dragon sword was definitely an arcane treasure.
Arcane treasures were not divided into inferior or high quality, as every single arcane treasure was unique. They all possessed different spirituality and power. In terms of resources, the Asura Field obviously consumed more than the Soaring Dragon sword, but in direct combat, the Soaring Dragon sword's destructive power was still slightly greater at the end of the day.
The reason why Li Qingshan had never used his sumeru ring to refine the Soaring Dragon sword was because he did not want to attract the attention of the Sword Collection palace. However, he had even fallen out with the Dragon King Of The Sea now, so an additional Sword Collection palace was nothing!
Although the Traitorous Demon sword had other special abilities and could constantly grow stronger, perhaps becoming extremely powerful in the future, it still could not compare to an arcane treasure renowned sword that had been passed down for several thousand years right now.
"A 'yue, what are we doing here?"
Xianghua Lu asked in confusion. As the cloud descended, the Swampland of Clouddream unfurled, becoming more and more vast and boundless. Even the rather scheming Xianghua Zi momentarily forgot about her worldly possessions. Light reflected in her eyes as the speck of jade-green rapidly expanded.
"Sightseeing!" Li Qingshan smiled.
The Swampland of Clouddream was enveloped in a layer of mist that lingered throughout the year. The air steamed and hot winds surged, filled with heavy moisture.
The vegetation on the islands in the lake was particularly lush. The dense greenery piled up, almost overflowing the edges of the islands. Like large flower pots, a flock of white water birds flew up from the islands, flying over the lake as they cried out before diving into another island.
Under the setting sun, it was as beautiful as a painting. No natural scenic spot in his past life could compare to it.
Calling it sightseeing was obviously a joke, but it was not exactly wrong. Wasn't this life just a tour?
The cloud beneath his feet dispersed, and he stood in the centre of the island. Towering trees filled the surroundings. They stood in great numbers, blotting out the sky. It was still dusk outside, but it was already late at night here.
Li Qingshan patted a tree beside him that would require ten people to wrap their arms around. The trees here were clearly much larger than those in the Fragrant Flower market. It seemed to be due to the climate. The further south one went, the taller the trees became. It was said that in the southernmost region, ancient trees that were hundreds of feet tall could be seen everywhere, and there were even some that were thousands of feet tall. It was known as' one tree, one mountain '. In other words, every tree was a mountain.
However, the largest tree was obviously the Banyan Tree King.
However, the island was not at peace either.
The island was not peaceful either.
A strange roar came from the dense forest. In an instant, thousands of birds flew up in fright and circled around the island.
Xianghua Lu and Xianghua Zi both trembled. This island clearly had a master, and it wasn't an ordinary demonic beast.
Of the Banyan Saint Spirit King of Spirit sneered Xianghua. "King" of the tree of Saint, Xianghua of Dragon Dragon King of the Li of the had.
A silverback gorilla glared angrily at the tiny figure on the tree branch. It pounded its chest with its fist, roaring and howling!
A foul smell filled his face with saliva. Li Qingshan wrinkled his nose. "You don't mind if I borrow your place for a while, right?"
His demon heart flashed, and Demon Qi surged.
King King's figure shrank, and it turned to flee to the other side of the island.
"Thanks!"
Li Qingshan smiled and waved his hand. He returned to the Xianghua sisters' side and said, "I'm going to start cultivating. You two run around and play! Don't forget to make up a good excuse. Tell us how we escaped from the Zi Lotus Altar, what hardships we experienced along the way, and finally arrived at the main altar to ask for help. Xianghua Zi, I'll leave this to you! "
After settling the matter, Li Qingshan found a secluded cave and dove into the Asura Field.
On the peak of the snowy mountain, wild winds danced in his crimson hair. Demon Qi surged out and poured into the Sumeru Ring.
A moment later, the Sumeru Ring opened up, revealing a vast space. Li Qingshan did not have the time to see what was inside.
A golden beam of light shot out with a dragon roar, shooting into the skies.
Li Qingshan crossed his arms and looked up, not in a hurry to give chase.
The Flying Dragon Sword flew into the skies and slammed into an invisible barrier, bouncing back.
That was the boundary of the Asura Field. Under Li Qingshan's control, it was not something that an ownerless Dharma treasure could break through!
The dragon roar grew louder and louder. The Flying Dragon Sword turned into a majestic golden dragon with scales and claws.
The golden light swam rapidly, dragging a golden arc behind it as it rampaged through the Asura Field. It was bounced back continuously, unable to find a way out.
Suddenly, it turned back and stared at Li Qingshan who was on the peak of the mountain below, as though it had realized that he was the problem.
"It's true that divine swords have spirits!"
Li Qingshan let out a long roar and leapt up. The snowy peak beneath his feet shattered, and he was already high in the skies. He threw a punch at the Flying Dragon Sword.
Famed swords were like fierce horses. Only the strong could tame them!
The Flying Dragon Sword suddenly turned into a streak of golden light and shot towards Li Qingshan.
Boom!
The golden dragon was sent flying. Although it was intelligent, it was still just a sword after losing the control of a swordsman. How could it contend against Li Qingshan's Great Strength of the Ox Demon?
"I was worried that I'd break it, so I didn't dare to use the Tremors of the Ox Demon. Never did I think that I would fail to even defeat the golden dragon it conjured. It really is a good sword!"
Li Qingshan praised with a smile. He flew up, determined to refine the Flying Dragon Sword!
The Flying Dragon Sword was extremely unyielding. It knew that it was no match, but it still charged over. However, the dragon's roar was slightly more solemn, and the golden light it gave off was even more dazzling.
In the Sword Collection palace, generation after generation of disciples would ascend the Sword Collection's peak in search of their fated sword. It seemed like they were choosing a sword, but in reality, the sword was choosing a successor. Only then would it be drawn.
However, Li Qingshan wanted to leave it with no choice, forcefully becoming its master.
It might not have had the concept of dignity, but the will that its past masters had left behind in the sword was only four words — it would rather break than bend!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
They clashed three times in a row. Li Qingshan did not take a single step back, sending the Flying Dragon Sword flying three times.
The golden light dimmed, and the golden dragon conjured became much thinner. However, it still showed no signs of yielding.
Li Qingshan frowned slightly. If this continued, even if he could refine the Flying Dragon Sword, its intelligence would be worn away at the same time, causing its quality to drop. It really was a famed sword that had been passed down through the Sword Collection palace for generations. It really was not something that outsiders could lay their hands on so easily.
The flying dragon lunged over once again. With a flash, Li Qingshan extended his hand and grabbed the dragon's horn, flipping over and standing on the dragon's head.
"Demonify!"
Li Qingshan suddenly assumed his Demon Commander form. The curved visor surged with waves. Waves surged on his curved visor, demonstrating his excitement.
"Chains of Demon Suppression!"
Several dozen black chains extended from thin air. It stretched out from the void, locked onto the golden dragon, and abruptly tightened!
The golden dragon let out a sorrowful cry and turned back into a three-foot-long blade.
Li Qingshan grabbed the dragon-shaped hilt. However, he still felt the sword tremble in his hand. It refused to yield. He could not help but smile.
"What's too hard is easy to break. Let's see who's more patient!"
Li Qingshan left the Asura Field. Now that the Flying Dragon Sword had been completely sealed up by his power, it was no different from keeping it in his sumeru ring. He did not have to worry about the Sword Collection palace tracking him down.
Droplets of water dripped from the tips of the stalactites in the dark, silent cavern, landing in the shallow water below.
Li Qingshan sat with his legs crossed. His eyes were firmly shut, and he did not move at all. The Flying Dragon Sword wrapped in chains rested across his knees.
In his vast sea of consciousness, he constantly visualized the ox demon and tiger demon. The demonic nature in his chest surged, becoming as firm as a boulder, eager to kill and fight.
At this moment, Demon Suppression statues appeared in his sea of consciousness. The nameless demonfolk had transformed from human to demon, but they refused to yield to their demonic nature the entire time, constantly fighting against it.
They did not achieve the great enlightenment of "casting aside the butcher's knife and becoming a buddha on the spot". Instead, they fought against themselves endlessly with a tenacious will. This spirit seemed to be connected to the ox demon and tiger demon.
The demon heart has no regrets. We are unwilling to achieve great enlightenment. We are only willing to grasp the sharp blade firmly and stare at the dripping blood.
The demon heart shone with rings of light, extending a meter out of the body and condensing without dispersing. Sometimes, it would turn into the tiger demon that fought against the world, sometimes it would turn into the indomitable ox demon, and in the end, it would turn into a demonic person, constantly changing into the various forms of the Demon Suppression statues.
The stronger the demonic nature, the brighter the demon heart, and the greater the power of the Demon Suppression Statuary!
Before he knew it, Li Qingshan's method of cultivation had already become drastically different from the Unraging monk's. It had even deviated from the imagination of the creator of the cultivation method.
Normally speaking, existences with demonic nature like the ox demon and tiger demon would look down on the Demon Suppression Statuary. They would only walk towards the apex of the demonic path, either destroyed by the demonic nature, or become a powerful figure of the demonic path. Only the wisdom and forbearance of the spirit turtle and the nobility and virtue of the phoenix could suppress such a powerful demonic nature, creating a sliver of possibility within the impossible!
Surging demon qi flowed along the Demon Suppression Chains and wrapped around the Flying Dragon sword.
Since he could not use force, then he would use a different method. He would use his own will to influence it!
It was just like when he faced a rebellious teenager. If he used force alone, it would only lead to even more intense resistance. He was better off taking it slow and making it accept a new principle.
Fu Qingjin used the heart of the sword as his own heart, but he lost himself in the end. He only found himself after the sword broke.
However, Li Qingshan wanted to make his own heart the heart of the sword. If he succeeded, not only would the Flying Dragon sword retain its spiritual nature, but it would even strengthen after receiving the powerful will of its new master, Li Qingshan.
However, who knew how many times more difficult it would be. Could he really defeat the heart of the sword forged by the previous masters of the Flying Dragon sword?
Even Li Qingshan himself was uncertain. If he really had no other choice, then all he could do was erase the spiritual nature of the Flying Dragon sword.
Several days later, he smiled and opened his eyes. A sliver of demon qi had already seeped into the Flying Dragon sword, leaving behind a demonic mark.
Just like how it was easy to learn the bad, it was difficult to learn the good. It was very difficult for a rebellious teenager to become a good student who developed morally, intellectually, physically, and physically, but becoming a hoodlum was as simple as it could be. In the words of the cultivation community, it was easy to become demonic, but difficult to enter the path of cultivation!
"The sword is a weapon of slaughter. Rather than destroying it for the sake of pointless perseverance, why not follow me and kill to our heart's content, realizing our original intentions!"
Li Qingshan laughed softly. The Flying Dragon sword trembled endlessly, but its will to resist weakened somewhat.
A dam of a thousand li could be destroyed by an ant's nest. Once a hole appeared, the rest would follow naturally. The black mark continued to expand. In a mere three days, it had dyed the entire Flying Dragon sword. Its color became somewhat deep and gloomy, but its edge became increasingly sharp.
Only the dragon eye at the hilt continued to shine with golden light.
After another day, the dragon eye suddenly became the same color as the demon heart. It let out a deafening dragon roar, from low to high, echoing endlessly in the entire cave.
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