Many cultivators gathered in front of a mountain wall that was as smooth as a mirror. Most of them were sword cultivators.
These people were all trying to comprehend the sword mark on the mountain wall. At first glance, the sword mark was very shallow and simple. However, after a closer look, one would find that the sword mark was extremely profound and exquisite. It contained amazing mysteries.
There were already quite a number of people who had benefited from the sword scars on the mountain wall. Sword cultivators often comprehended superb killing moves or improved their swordsmanship to the next level. As a result, their strength greatly increased, causing the mountain wall's fame to spread far and wide, attracting even more cultivators to observe and comprehend it.
There would even be people who would fight for a better position.
This sword mark was just something Chen Zong did on a whim.
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In the mountain, clouds and mist lingered and water vapor rose. Two figures shuttled through the clouds and mist like immortals.
It was a man and a woman. They floated down from the mountain like an immortal couple. They were Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin. At the top of the mountain, there was a stone that was a few meters high. There was a sword stuck in the stone.
The sword looked ordinary, but it was surrounded by wisps of Sword Qi and contained an extremely mysterious Sword Essence. It was Chen Zong who had placed it on a whim.
It was only a decent saint artifact sword. It was not very valuable, but the mysteries of the sword intent it contained were extremely shocking.
Just do it on a whim. There was no need to think too much.
One year, two years, three years …
Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin walked on the earth of the Lingwu Holy World. They crossed mountains and rivers and built a house in the bamboo forest for a few months. They played the sword and sang loudly, accompanied by the zither. They were so comfortable and leisurely like hermits.
Four years … five years … six years …
Day after day, month after month, year after year …
"Little guy, the sword is not practiced like this." In a small village, Chen Zong saw a child who was waving a branch like a sword. The child was wearing patched clothes. His little face was black and snot was hanging from his nose. However, his face was serious and serious. He waved the branch with a swishing sound.
"I'm very powerful." The child stopped waving the branch and said arrogantly, "Dozens of children in the village are no match for me."
"Then let's have a try." Chen Zong smiled playfully and picked up a branch.
"Be careful. I'm very powerful." The child reminded him. Then, he held the branch and stabbed it at Chen Zong like a real sword.
Yu Nianxin watched with a smile on her face.
Who was Chen Zong? How could he be hit by a child? However, he did not hit the child on purpose. He only used the tree branch as a sword to block the child's continuous attacks. He also secretly guided the child, allowing the child's swordsmanship to gradually take shape.
After forcing the child back, Chen Zong waved his hand. The tree branch flew through the air and pierced into a large rock a hundred meters away. The child's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he saw this.
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"That child's talent is not bad." Yu Nianxin smiled.
"He does have some talent. He can be trained. As for the final result, it depends on his own ability." Chen Zong smiled.
The child's aptitude was not bad, and his talent in swordsmanship was not bad. In the Spiritual Martial Sacred World, he could be considered a peerless genius. However, in the Chaotic Universe, he could only be considered a genius.
In the Chaotic Universe.
In the universe, there were many geniuses who were geniuses.
Chen Zong did not plan to take in a disciple. Although it was not necessary to take in a disciple, talent was a very important factor. If one did not have enough talent, they could work hard to make up for it. However, if one did not have enough talent, it would be more difficult to break through.
If he did not take in a disciple, why would he teach the child swordsmanship?
Firstly, he would do as his heart desired. Secondly, the child did have some talent, so Chen Zong would give him a chance. As for what would happen in the end, it would depend on the child's luck.
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There was a mountain. The mountain was not very tall and was very desolate. There was no grass or trees. It was simply a withered mountain. People rarely came to such a mountain and birds were extinct. However, at the foot of the withered mountain, there was a wooden house.
There were two people living in the wooden house, a man and a woman. Both of them were very young. They were Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin.
To the two of them, they could live in any kind of environment and survive. After all, with their state of mind, this withered mountain looked dry and boring. However, it had a different kind of flavor.
They could see through the surface to see the essence.
Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin stayed here not because of the withered mountain, but because of a flower on the mountain.
It was a flower that grew out of a stone. It was very difficult to grow. No one knew how many years had passed. Now, it had a bud. The bud was gray and was the same color as the stone. If one did not look carefully, they would not notice it.
Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin felt a restrained vitality from the stone flower. It was very exuberant. If it were not for their strong senses, they would not have been able to sense it.
Waiting!
Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin were waiting for the flower to bloom.
Day after day, month after month. Time passed slowly. Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin would occasionally exchange sword skills, comprehend and cultivate on their own, and play the zither to harmonize. Their days were comfortable and leisurely.
Chen An was still training. His cultivation base was still at the peak of the Saint Rudiment Stage. He had not found the true essence of the Sword Dao. In other words, he had already sensed the true essence of the Sword Dao. However, it was not the true essence of the Sword Dao he wanted. What he wanted was the true essence of the Sword Dao that was most compatible with him.
Only by breaking through to the True Saint Stage with the true essence of the Great Dao that was compatible with him would he have a higher upper limit and be able to improve better.
Chen Zong would naturally pay attention to Chen An's movements. If there was any danger, he would release the sword qi on Chen An's body to protect him.
However, other than that time with the Heavenly Hegemon Sword Saint, Chen Zong did not make a move again. He let Chen An deal with everything himself. Under constant training, Chen An became more and more experienced and powerful.
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On a rock at the peak of the withered mountain, the dusty flower bud stood still in the wind. No matter how strong the mountain wind was, it could not move or sway in the slightest.
Today, the sun was setting in the west. Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin climbed to the peak of the mountain because they had a feeling that the flower bud would bloom tonight.
They had waited for a few years for the flower to bloom tonight.
Night fell. There was no moon or stars tonight. The world was dark and dim.
Suddenly, the dusty flower bud that looked like it was carved out of stone trembled slightly. A faint popping sound rang out, causing Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin to look over.
They saw cracks appearing on the dusty flower bud that looked like it was carved out of stone. Debris rustled down, and bits of white jade-like light bloomed. It was so gentle and so bright.
It was like a lamp.
When all the dusty debris had completely scattered, Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin saw it.
A flower bud, a flower bud that was as white as jade, appeared in front of them. The color of the flower bud was so pure, and the light was so transparent. It filled the air with an indescribable sense of holiness.
In the next moment, wisps of Qi of Heaven and Earth gathered from all directions and merged into the mountain wind, causing the mountain wind to blow and become stronger. They all gathered and entered the flower bud, and were all swallowed up.
The small flower bud was able to absorb a huge amount of Qi of Heaven and Earth.
Chen Zong immediately took action and isolated the fluctuations here to prevent other cultivators from sensing the fluctuations and chasing after them, interrupting this beautiful moment.
When the flower bud had absorbed enough Qi of Heaven and Earth, it slowly and quietly bloomed.
It was as if a new world had been opened. Strands of flowing light and vibrant colors shot out from the flower bud, illuminating the sky. In the dark night sky, there was originally no starlight, but because of the flowing light that shot out from the flower bud, it became dazzling. Little bits of starlight spread out, flickering and flickering.
Inside the flower bud, tiny bits of light were like mayflies, making the inside of the flower bud seem like a world of its own.
Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin were surprised to find that the mayfly like light seemed to be alive. It was just that they came and went very quickly. In the blink of an eye, they went from life to death, and then from death to life. The cycle of life and death only took a moment.
The mayflies only bloomed with bright light when they died, like stars twinkling and then extinguishing.
Between life and death, Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin were inexplicably touched. They seemed to have gained something, but also seemed to have gained nothing.
At their level, what they needed to comprehend was more profound, and it was often more difficult to gain something.
If they could gain something, it would naturally be better. Even if they didn't gain anything, Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin would not feel disappointed. Because their original purpose was not to gain anything, but to be able to enjoy the beauty and magnificence of a rare flower in the stone together. It was enough to be able to accompany each other and enjoy the beauty. That was the biggest gain.
Sometimes, they could not get what they were searching for, but sometimes, they inadvertently gained something. Although Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin did not care, unknowingly, that little gain had already fallen into their hearts, like a seed.
Every mayfly bloomed with light in the midst of life and death, illuminating the night sky, as if it had turned into a star.
The light of countless mayflies in the midst of life and death also caused countless stars to appear and disappear in the night sky. Such a wonderful scene attracted the attention of many people for a while, but except for Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin, no one else knew what it was.
Even for Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin, this flower in the stone was a flower in the stone, and they did not even know its name.
When all the mayflies had died, there were no more stars in the sky, and it returned to darkness.
Under the gaze of Chen Zong and Yu Nianxin, the blooming flower quickly withered. In the blink of an eye, it completely withered and turned into a handful of ashes.
It was short. From the moment it bloomed to the moment it withered and disappeared, it was only a short time of a dozen breaths. A dozen breaths was really short.
It was unknown how many years it took from the seed to the moment it broke out of the stone. It could be a few years, or it could be a few decades, or it could even be a few centuries.
But from the moment it bloomed to the moment it withered, it only took a dozen breaths.
"It exhausted all its efforts and strength just for a moment of brilliance. That is the brilliance of life blooming," Chen Zong said involuntarily. The feeling of being touched became extremely strong in an instant.
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