The field was vast and boundless.
Chen Zong stood in the field, facing the wind, his eyes staring ahead. It was a tree, a tree standing alone in the wind. Its leaves were yellow and withered, but it was still tenacious.
But in Chen Zong's eyes, it was not a tree, but a sword.
This sword stood in the wind, proud of heaven and earth. Looking at its branches, it seemed to be many swords standing upright, exuding an amazing sharpness. The sharpness had an indescribable tenacity, as if it could withstand the wind, rain, and sun, no matter how the sun and moon alternated, it would still tenaciously hold on.
Chen Zong's eyes flickered with light, as if he could see a seed breaking out of the ground, growing tenaciously in the wind, rain, sun, and the rotation of the four seasons.
This tenacity and tenacity brought great shock to Chen Zong's heart and mind.
A sword's edge was sharpened!
A trace of enlightenment emerged in his heart.
Without experiencing the wind and rain, how could it grow into a big tree?
Without experiencing life and death, how could it become strong?
The wind blew, and the chill hit, but Chen Zong didn't seem to notice anything. After some time, when the sun set in the west mountain, Chen Zong suddenly woke up, and a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes.
Unconsciously, Chen Zong's aura became more and more fierce, with a kind of tenacity.
Immediately, it gradually converged and returned to normal.
Holding the iron sword, Chen Zong continued to walk forward, his steps light and quick.
Ten years of sword practice was enough to travel thousands of miles.
Building a cart behind closed doors was after all a side door. Only the combination of knowledge and action was the right way.
Chen Zong had always understood this point and had always been doing it, but there was no time when it was as pure as now.
It was just practice, just the sword, the body practicing, the combination of knowledge and action, a more intuitive feeling.
Cultivation and strength were sometimes a kind of restraint.
Suddenly, a trace of enlightenment emerged.
Since stepping out of Shanhai Village and into Black Mountain, enlightenment emerged again and again. Although it was disorderly, there was a trace of connection.
This was a deeper level of comprehension of the Heart Sword Sutra, as well as a clearer understanding of his own path.
Let go of your obsession, let go of illusions, and pursue the truth in front of you, the path in your heart.
The night was deep, but the stars were nowhere to be seen. Only the crescent moon hung in the sky, releasing a faint white brilliance like water and gauze.
Chen Zong lay on a large rock and looked up at the moon, lost in thought.
The moon is the brightness of my hometown!
The bright moon always made people feel sentimental. Especially in the dead of the night, when a wanderer was outside, it was inevitable that he would think of his family and friends, making him feel even more lonely.
Chen Zong was a human being, a normal person. He was not a heartless person. He could be happy, sad, sad, angry, depressed, and excited.
Her eyes were misty as she stared at the crescent moon. It was as if she could see her father Chen Zhengtang's voice and smiling face.
How many years had it been …
How many years had passed since he last saw his father?
It seemed like a short while, but it also seemed like a very long time.
The path of cultivation did not know how long time had passed. Perhaps, it was another lonely path.
Her thoughts were in a mess, and distracting thoughts were everywhere. However, Chen Zong did not stop them. They grew wildly like weeds, and he ignored them, as if they were drifting with the wind and the waves.
Gradually, the messy thoughts were restrained, and they became pure, ethereal, and sharp like a sword.
The crescent moon also seemed to transform into a strange-looking sword. The faint moonlight was like sword light, illuminating the night sky and sprinkling on the field.
The sword light was like water and gauze, and nothing could hide.
There should be longing in the sword.
Suddenly, Chen Zong stood up, drew his sword, and swung it.
Solo Sword Dance under the Moon!
The sword light was clear and tranquil like the ripples of moonlight. Every single move seemed to be simple, yet it returned to simplicity and was almost like the Dao, and every single sword strike contained boundless profundities.
…
The rain poured down crazily from the sky. The thumb-sized raindrops carried amazing power, as if they were going to shatter the earth.
The sky was dark, and the vast field seemed to be about to be sunk by the storm.
However, a figure stood in the storm. No matter how the thumb-sized raindrops hit him, he did not move at all. No matter how the raindrops flowed on his body like a river, he did not care at all.
The thumb-sized raindrops fell from the sky, carrying a shocking amount of power. Ordinary people would feel pain if they were hit by them, not to mention that they were densely packed and continuously falling. The power was even more terrifying.
If it were a normal person in such an environment, he would definitely find a place to hide from the rain. Otherwise, if he stood in the rain, he would be devastated even if he did not die. It was definitely not a good feeling.
Moreover, the rain was very cold. It kept invading the whole body, and it would make people seriously ill.
However, Chen Zong was not afraid. An ordinary person's body could burst out amazing power.
In Chen Zong's eyes and perception, it was not the rain that fell, but the Sword Qi.
Countless Sword Qi fell from the sky like a storm, falling crazily as if they were going to shatter the field.
Under the crazy storm, Chen Zong felt that his body seemed to be penetrated and riddled with holes.
However, only by experiencing it in person could he perceive and understand it more intuitively and thoroughly.
The road of cultivation was originally to compete with Heaven, Earth, and people. It was better not to practice than not to compete.
If you wanted to practice, you had to compete. If you competed, there would be danger.
The storm lasted all night. It turned to a drizzle at dawn. The field was full of water, as if there was nowhere to go.
Chen Zong's feet were deeply immersed in the puddles. He was soaked, but he did not feel it. He was still comprehending.
The storm was like the violent Sword Qi, extremely fierce and destroying everything. However, the drizzle was also like the Sword Qi. In terms of power, it was not strong enough. The downpour was terrible, but it was mysterious. It seemed to be all-pervasive, making it even more difficult to detect.
He stood there for a day and a night. When the rain stopped, Chen Zong's eyes were filled with a sharp but subtle brilliance, which was immediately restrained.
Unconsciously, he had a deeper understanding of the way of the sword.
Now, Chen Zong was not in a hurry to break through and master the Sword Essence. Instead, he planned to go deeper in the Sword Principle Realm and explore more potential.
The Fourth Realm of the Sword Principle, or the Fourth Realm of the Martial Arts, was said to have infinite possibilities. It meant that there was no upper limit or limit. Constant comprehension was equal to continuous accumulation. This realm was the easiest realm to comprehend the mystery of the Martial Arts and the Sword Principle. If one passed this realm, they would be weakened.
Of course, every realm had its advantages.
The Fourth Realm could not directly increase one's strength, but it could increase one's foundation. It would be immeasurably helpful for future cultivation.
However, when most cultivators reached the Fourth Realm, they would not be immersed in it for too long. Instead, they would comprehend it while looking for an opportunity to break through.
Once they encountered an opportunity, they would immediately seek a breakthrough instead of missing it. Because opportunities were hard to find. If they missed it, they would not know when they would encounter the next opportunity. It might be soon, or it might take a long time. It might even be difficult to encounter it in a lifetime.
Because of this, many cultivators would not accumulate for too long in the Fourth Realm. Only a few people could do it.
Previously, Chen Zong was also looking for a breakthrough as soon as possible. But now, as he continued to walk and comprehend, he put it down and was not in a hurry.
Of course, if an opportunity came, Chen Zong would not miss it. However, he would not be as eager as before. Instead, he would first lay a foundation.
He would try his best to accumulate as much as possible in the Fourth Realm of the Sword Principle.
The more he accumulated, the greater the chance of finding an opportunity. It would also be more beneficial for future cultivation.
Ever since Chen Zong stepped on the road of cultivation, he had always prioritized his foundation.
No matter which realm or level he was in, he would strive to strengthen his foundation to the extreme before seeking a breakthrough. Only in this way could he ensure that his foundation was stable and would not be shaken by the rapid improvement of his cultivation. He would also have to spend a lot of time and energy to stabilize it. This would also make him stronger in the same realm.
Moreover, it would also be of great help to future cultivation.
Since that was the case, Chen Zong would not go against his original path of cultivation.
Accumulation!
Accumulation as much as possible!
Accumulation as much as possible!
Although Chen Zong might use more time and energy now, it would be of great help to his future cultivation of the Sword Principle.
Accumulation in the heart, in the mind, in the soul … wandering, settling, and silent.
Exhaling a long breath, Chen Zong moved and found that his whole body was stiff and cold. He quickly accelerated the circulation of his Qi and blood. Immediately, heat was generated, dispelling the coldness in his body and allowing his body to quickly recover its flexibility. However, this method would increase the consumption of his body. Chen Zong had to take out jerky to eat.
Fortunately, when he left Shanhai Village, he was thoughtful and brought a lot of jerky and wrapped it in several layers of waterproof oil paper. Otherwise, it would have been spoiled in this heavy rain.
While eating the jerky, Chen Zong stepped on the puddles and continued to move forward.
The field was vast, and he did not know how big it was. It was as if this was the only field left in the whole world.
Rumble!
Dark clouds covered the sky and thunder rumbled. It was dull and shocking.
Within the dark clouds, streaks of extremely dazzling light shuttled back and forth like flood dragons, soaring into the sky and wantonly reaching the nine heavens.
Chen Zong stood in the field under the sky, looking up. His clear eyes reflected the dark clouds in the sky, reflecting the lightning like a dragon, flashing endlessly.
In Chen Zong's eyes, the lightning seemed to have turned into Sword Qi. Each Sword Qi carried a terrible power and aura of destruction, as if it was going to break everything, destroy everything, destroy everything, and destroy everything. It was extremely terrifying.
Immediately after, his perception seemed to spread out, and his comprehension deepened. Even the dark clouds in the sky seemed to have turned into a black mass of heavy Sword Qi that blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
The Sword Qi was like a mountain, extremely heavy, as if it was going to crush everything and crush the earth.
The Sword Qi was like darkness, covering the sky and covering the sun, enveloping everything and swallowing the world.
The wind suddenly blew, diffusing between heaven and earth, invisible and colorless. However, in Chen Zong's perception, it seemed to have turned into a violent invisible Sword Qi, raging between heaven and earth, as if it was going to destroy everything.
Lightning could be a sword!
Dark clouds could be a sword!
Strong winds could be a sword!
Rocks, grass, and trees could be a sword!
Running water and rainstorm could be a sword!
Sword, sword, sword!
In heaven and earth, everything could be a sword!
The Sword Principle became more and more profound. Chen Zong's eyes flashed with an incomparably deep and mysterious light. As they turned, they were like two small black holes, swallowing and absorbing everything.
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