It took him several months to conceive the framework, and another several months to use the newly comprehended half-step sword intent as the foundation, and his long and vigorous accumulation of Sword Dao as the main branch and leaf. After several bursts of inspiration, he finally completed the creation.
With the half-step sword intent as the foundation.
The full name of his half-step sword intent was the Half-step Heart Sword Dao Intent.
It originated from the heart and appeared in the sword. It was completely different from ordinary Sword Dao Intents.
The Sword Dao Intent was the foundation of this type of Dao Intent, while the Heart Sword Dao Intent was an advanced Dao Intent. It had the characteristics of the Sword Dao Intent, but it was above it.
The student surpasses the master!
To create an ultimate move with the Half-step Heart Sword Dao Intent as the foundation, one had to be clear about the characteristics of the Heart Sword Dao Intent.
It originated from the heart, moved by the will, and manifested in the sword.
Compared to the basic Half-step Sword Dao Intent, the Half-step Heart Sword Dao Intent had the sharpness of the Sword Dao Intent and the profoundness of the heart.
The heart was unchanging yet ever-changing. It was as eternal as the heavens and earth and as illusory as the clouds. It was unpredictable.
Because of this, Chen Zong was inspired and finally created an ultimate move. He kept perfecting it.
However, he had never used this ultimate move before. This time, the prodigy from the Mountain Flow Mansion was too strong. His Ashes Blade was extremely terrifying as if it could turn everything into ashes. Chen Zong had no choice but to use the ultimate move he created.
Mist!
Chen Zong's expression was solemn. His eyes seemed to have become blurred, and there was a faint sharpness in the depths of his eyes. The aura that surrounded him also changed accordingly. It was like an illusory fog, making Chen Zong's entire being become misty, as if there were clouds surrounding him.
The Gilded Mountain Sword seemed to have lost all its weight. The huge sword body seemed to have dispersed in the air, turning into wisps of light golden mist that floated forward.
If one looked closely, one would notice that the light golden mist was filled with wisps of extremely sharp sword qi. Each wisp of sword qi was thinner than a strand of hair, but they had unparalleled tenacity and sharpness.
When the countless strands of Sword Qi that were thinner than hair condensed into a mist, not only did it not give off a sense of danger, it even had an indescribable hazy beauty.
It was like a cloud of faint golden smoke drifting in the air under the setting sun. It gradually diffused, like ink dripping into water.
Chen Zong disappeared, and so did his sword. All that was left was a cloud of pale golden smoke drifting forward, as if it was everywhere.
A blade of Ashes pierced through the air. The grayish-white blade flame with traces of blood-red arrived and instantly collided with the pale golden sword qi mist.
In an instant, there was no sound, but the entire world seemed to fall silent because of this. An indescribable feeling of fear rose from the depths of Zheng Tuo and Nan Wukong's hearts.
Fire!
Smoke!
Blade Qi!
Sword Qi!
The Sword Qi was like smoke. The moment it came into contact, it seemed to transform into a raging wave that tore apart the Ashen Fire, riddling the Ashen Fire with thousands of holes. Traces of misty Sword Qi penetrated the Ashen Fire and attacked Fang Zicheng.
Fang Zicheng was extremely shocked, but he could not dodge.
Instantly, the misty Sword Qi landed on Fang Zicheng's body. Even though it was blocked by Ashes and the power of the misty Sword Qi was greatly reduced, it was still very terrifying.
The defense on his body was instantly torn apart. The streaks of Sword Qi continued to cut his body, causing Fang Zicheng's entire body to tremble. He could not help but let out a miserable cry.
His strongest blade attack, not only did it not defeat the opponent, it was broken by the opponent, and he was even wounded.
When the Sword Qi dissipated, Fang Zicheng's entire body was covered in blood. It was unknown how many Sword Qi had cut him. It was a ghastly sight, and the Sword Qi under the half-step sword intent had penetrated his body through the wounds, wreaking havoc.
If Ashes had blocked most of the power of the Sword Qi, then this sword attack would have killed him directly.
The heavily wounded Fang Zicheng's Sword Qi continued to wreak havoc in his body. He did not have much strength left. Naturally, the puppet cores on his body were also taken away by Chen Zong.
There were three cores, two of which were Flame Cores and one Ice Soul Core.
Thus, Chen Zong had three flame cores, two ice soul cores and one storm core.
Chen Zong had also discovered that the difficulty of passing the Puppet Underground Palace was in finding the correct path and having enough puppet cores.
But so what if you knew the correct path?
Without enough puppet cores, it was useless.
And Chen Zong had also discovered that the number of puppets in the Puppet Underground Palace seemed to be limited. This meant that the number of puppet cores that could be obtained was also limited.
This meant that only a portion of people could pass through the Puppet Underground Palace and enter the second stage, the Sky Peak Capture the Flag.
His heart leaping, Chen Zong immediately interrogated Fang Zicheng.
Compared to Ma Xifeng and Wei Zidong, Fang Zicheng was much more unyielding. Chen Zong's methods had no effect on him. This person's blade technique was so powerful, and his will was also incomparably firm. Using such a painful and torturous method, he was able to endure it.
"I'll do it." Nan Wu Kong said, a chilling smile on his lips as he walked towards Fang Zicheng.
Zheng Tuo also nodded at Chen Zong. It seemed that this Nan Wu Kong was an expert in interrogation.
Fang Zicheng stared coldly at Nan Wu Kong, without the slightest hint of fear.
Nan Wu Kong approached with a half-smile, and used his methods. He took out a small jade bottle from his bosom, and poured out a little powder onto the other's body. Chen Zong discovered that the other's expression changed greatly.
Then, under Nan Wu Kong's methods, the other broke down. He cried bitterly, without any trace of his previous unyielding spirit. Chen Zong was dumbfounded.
What powder was that?
What method was that?
He couldn't tell. But, to be able to make a person who didn't yield even when his fingers were broken and crushed, cry bitterly and confess everything, it was indeed shocking.
And the result of the interrogation surprised Chen Zong.
There were three types of puppet cores, six each. This was correct, just as Ma Xifeng and Wei Zidong had said.
But the correct path was different.
It wasn't to the left at every second, or to the right at every fourth, but to the right at every third, or to the left at every fifth.
Chen Zong frowned and began to think. He carefully recalled the process of interrogating Ma Xifeng and Wei Zidong.
He was sure that Ma Xifeng and Wei Zidong weren't lying. Moreover, they couldn't have colluded with each other from the start.
After all, they wouldn't have thought that they would be severely injured and captured for interrogation.
If they had really colluded with each other, it could only be said that their minds were too frightening.
But after thinking about it, Chen Zong didn't think so. So, Ma Xifeng and Wei Zidong's words were true.
And Fang Zicheng's words didn't seem to be false either.
Chen Zong couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.
Could it be that there was more than one correct path?
Or rather, there was actually only one correct path. But the Mountain Flow Prefecture prodigies knew differently. Some were deceived, while others knew.
Or rather, there were many so-called correct paths, but only one was true. But the Mountain Flow Prefecture prodigies didn't know either. They all thought that the path they knew was the correct one.
In an instant, Chen Zong's mind raced. He quickly analyzed.
All three guesses were possible.
Chen Zong didn't hide it. Instead, he shared his information and guesses with Zheng Tuo and Nan Wukong. At the same time, he also let Fang Zicheng hear it and carefully observed Fang Zicheng's expression.
Chen Zong deliberately let Fang Zicheng hear it.
When Chen Zong shared this information, he indeed saw a flash of surprise in Fang Zicheng's eyes.
It seemed that Fang Zicheng's information was true, and he didn't know anything else.
Of course, perhaps someone else knew more.
Disadvantage!
The lack of information was the disadvantage of the Mystic Underworld Realm prodigies.
"Brother Chen, I have a suggestion." Zheng Tuo thought for a moment and said, "Why don't Nan Wukong and I choose the three right and five left paths? You can still take the original path."
"Okay." The thought flashed through Chen Zong's mind, and he agreed to Zheng Tuo's suggestion.
As for Fang Zicheng, Chen Zong didn't pay any more attention to him.
After all, he couldn't kill anyone, and he was severely injured. Without pills, he couldn't recover at all. It was almost equivalent to being eliminated.
Zheng Tuo and Nan Wukong left together again. Their injuries were light, and it didn't affect them much.
Take the second left, take the fourth right!
Chen Zong still followed the same path.
As he moved forward, Chen Zong pondered.
There were more than three hundred people. If there was only one correct path, and it was the one he took, then he should have met more prodigies from the Mountain Flow Prefecture.
However, that wasn't the case. Chen Zong had only met a few prodigies from the Mountain Flow Prefecture.
It was hard to be sure, but that was all he could do for now. He hoped that his path was correct. Otherwise, he might be eliminated.
It seemed that this wasn't just a competition of strength, but also a competition of luck.
In addition, he had to obtain enough puppet cores.
He didn't have enough puppet cores now.
…
Time flew. In the blink of an eye, two days had passed. There was only one-third of the water above the giant hourglass shadow, and two-thirds below.
On the side of the Puppet Underground Palace, there was a very ancient altar. The altar stood tall in the darkness, as if it had been there since ancient times.
At this time, a figure rushed over from afar. The flames were crimson, and an astonishing heat spread in all directions. It was as if it could topple mountains and overturn seas. Vaguely, the flames seemed to condense into a pair of fire wings.
Fierce Phoenix King!
Fierce Phoenix King, the number one prodigy of the Mountain Flow Prefecture, flew over at an astonishing speed and landed directly on the ancient altar. She waved her hand, and 18 puppet cores appeared and fell into the altar.
Then, a ray of light appeared on the altar. The three-colored light swirled rapidly and wrapped around Fierce Phoenix King's body. In the next moment, Fierce Phoenix King's body disappeared. She had left the Puppet Underground Palace.
In another place, a towering and steep mountain stood on the ground. Snow and ice danced, dyeing the mountain peak white.
Heaven and earth were white. The snow was white, and the chill was astonishing.
At first glance, the steep mountain was thousands of feet high.
At the foot of the mountain, altars were arranged side by side. At this moment, one of the altars lit up, and a figure appeared. With a bang, flames shot up into the sky, as if to burn everything.
Then, the figure in flames walked out of the altar and quietly waited for the others to arrive.
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