Although Sword Pill was in the form of a sword, its essence was a Qi Refinement technique. It was a Dharmic formulation that absorbed the Heaven and Earth aura for one's own use.
Ancient Qi Refinement Warriors pursued Qi Refinement to strengthen themselves so as to reach the illusory realm of longevity.
Although he had never heard of any Qi Refinement Warrior reaching the realm of longevity, they continued the human's belief in survival.
Zhou Wen's transformation of qi into a sword wasn't so much like practicing a sword art, but it was more like he was transforming his beliefs into a sword.
I use the Psyche Sword. With a thought, I can live and die. I only wish for my thoughts to be clear in this life. What has my previous life and future life got to do with me? Zhou Wen drew Sword Pill over and over again, hoping to draw it into the shape of a sword.
At that moment, what Zhou Wen was engraving wasn't the shape of a sword, but his beliefs. The sword was like him, and the sword was like his heart. The stronger his heart was, the stronger the sword's sharpness.
It's better to take from the straight than seek from the crooked. The sword that Zhou Wen engraved was neutral and calm. The sword was straight, the most traditional sword style of the East District. The sword was like the person. This sword was a portrayal of Zhou Wen himself.
However, the sword engraved on the Wheel of Destiny didn't help Sword Pill advance to the Terror grade.
What's missing? What's missing? Zhou Wen reflected on himself. He had spent relatively little time on the Qi Refinement technique and Sword Pill after a hundred years of meditation.
It wasn't because Zhou Wen didn't like using swords, but because the Qi Refinement technique was too monotonous. The word 'practice' and the word 'enlightenment' were enough to summarize the essence of this Essence Energy Art.
However, with his body trapped, Zhou Wen could only think but not practice. Without practice, he would lack the most basic link. It was difficult for him to improve further, so Zhou Wen didn't spend too much time on the Qi Refinement technique.
Zhou Wen slashed down again and again, engraving Sword Pill over and over again. The Sword Pill he drew was slightly different every time, but he failed to stabilize it on the Wheel of Destiny. Clearly, he hadn't truly found his Heart of the Sword.
What is my Heart of the Sword? Slaughter? Protect? Do whatever I want? It doesn't seem to be either. Zhou Wen realized that he didn't seem to understand his heart.
It had been a long time since Zhou Wen had failed like this. The previous few Essence Energy Arts had successfully transformed into Terror forms, making him feel somewhat smug. He felt that it was only a matter of time before the remaining Essence Energy Arts transformed into Terror forms.
It still doesn't work? Zhou Wen was somewhat disappointed when the Sword Pill engraved on the Wheel of Destiny vanished again.
Sometimes, the hardest thing to understand was not the opponent, but oneself, because people could see others, but not themselves.
Before the advent of mirrors, no one knew what they looked like. It could be said that they were the most familiar strangers.
"Using a mirror as a mirror, I can see one's appearance. Using a person as a mirror, I can see one's heart. I haven't met someone who can let me see myself. I'm afraid it'll be difficult for me to condense a true Sword Heart …" Zhou Wen's mind was in turmoil.
He knew where his flaws were, but he had no intention of giving up. He wanted to find another way.
Since I haven't understood my heart, can I use other methods to replace it? Zhou Wen thought of the Immortal Culling Sword.
Back then, when he killed Di Tian with a single strike, he had personally experienced the terrifying sword intent of the Immortal Culling Sword. No one understood the intent and conviction of that sword better than him.
As Zhou Wen recalled the Immortal Culling Sword, he continued engraving on the Wheel of Destiny.
Lu Bushun and company saw that Zhou Wen had struck the Three Lives Stone countless times, but he failed to leave a mark on it. Instead, the sword condensed in his hand shattered again and again. They felt that there was no hope.
"Overseer, can we think of a way to avoid crossing the Bridge of Helplessness and directly cross the River of Forgetfulness?" Lu Bushun said as he sized up the River of Forgetfulness.
An Sheng shook his head and said, "Legend has it that the River of Forgetfulness is the boundary between the Yin and Yang worlds. From the Yang world to the Yin world, it's no longer a matter of distance. If we can cross it without crossing the Bridge of Helplessness, there wouldn't be so many wraiths trapped in the River of Forgetfulness."
"But this isn't a solution. Young Master Wen's sword art is so powerful, but he can't leave a mark on the Three Lives Stone. I'm afraid this path won't work," Lu Bushun said with a sigh.
"Overseer, why don't I go over to take a look first?" An Sheng suggested. He wanted to cross the Bridge of Helplessness to find Ouyang Lan and company.
"Wait a little longer," An Tianzuo said as he looked in the direction of the Bridge of Helplessness.
Lu Dashun and company were somewhat puzzled. They didn't know what An Tianzuo was waiting for, but An Tianzuo's words were military orders. They didn't dare ask any further and could only continue waiting.
On the other side, the sword formed by Zhou Wen's Sword Pill was becoming more and more like the Immortal Culling Sword.
The more the Sword Pill resembled the Immortal Culling Sword, the more illusory it looked to others. It was faintly discernible as though it was about to disappear.
Clang!
A strange sword sound alarmed Lu Bushun and company. Everyone turned their heads and saw Zhou Wen standing in front of the Three Lives Stone empty-handed. On the indestructible Three Lives Stone, there was an additional foot-long sword mark.
Following that, they saw Zhou Wen's palm wave in the air as though he was holding an invisible sword.
As Zhou Wen waved his palm, rubble flew out from the Three Lives Stone as sword marks appeared one after another. Soon, the words "Zhou Wen" were carved.
The strokes of the two words were like the blade of a sword. Every stroke was filled with a chilling sword intent. Just looking at the two words made Lu Bushun and company feel a chill run down their backs as they subconsciously took half a step back.
What a terrifying sword intent! After coming to their senses, everyone realized that it was only the sword intent contained in the words.
The words "Zhou Wen" were carved on the Three Lives Stone, but they didn't disappear like An Sheng and Ya 'er's names. It was unknown if the name carved in such a manner was effective.
"Ah Sheng, I'll cross the bridge with you to take a look." Zhou Wen retracted the Terror Sword Pill and secretly glanced at the information on his phone.
Terror Form: Incomplete Sword Pill (S-grade)
Although the name was somewhat problematic, it was within expectations. After all, this was a Terror Sword Pill he had formed by imitating the Immortal Culling Sword, not a manifestation of his own Sword Heart.
If it wasn't for the fact that he had no time to wait, Zhou Wen wouldn't have chosen this path. It was safer to advance to the Terror form with his Sword Heart.
"Overseer, why don't I go over with Young Master Wen to take a look?" An Sheng asked An Tianzuo again.
An Tianzuo didn't answer An Sheng as he looked at the white-haired granny and asked, "Does the name engraved count?"
"Just leave your name," the white-haired granny said calmly.
When An Tianzuo heard that, he turned around and walked towards the Three Lives Stone. As he walked towards it, a strange figure appeared behind him.
It was a white humanoid armored creature. It floated behind An Tianzuo and had a device that looked like a rocket thruster on its back. It held a sword in one hand and a weapon that looked like a Gatling gun in the other. It looked like a modern single-soldier robot.
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