Those sword intents were very quiet, still not lacking in their awe-inspiring quality. Even if one used spiritual sense to sense them, one could still be injured.
Shaken by the previous sword battle, a stone above the stone wall loosened and rolled down. However, it did not fall to the ground. While it was still in the air, it was cut into countless pieces by the invisible sword intent. Finally, it turned into the finest powder and was blown away by the mountain wind into the green valley outside the exit, never to be seen again.
Chen Changsheng gazed at this scene in silence for a very long time.
Then, he lowered his head and seriously pondered for a very long time.
He was recalling those scenes of Su Li passing on the sword in the wilderness, as well as a few things that had happened later on.
Before Su Li took the Holy Maiden to the Sacred Light Continent, he had left a few letters for the world.
One letter had severed the last of the Longevity Sect's courage. One letter had cut off one of Zhu Luo's arms.
These letters were naturally extremely precious and frightening objects.
Chen Changsheng had obtained two.
From this, one could see that Su Li truly valued him, even treating him as a legacy disciple.
These two letters had saved Chen Changsheng's life twice, and at the same time, they had greatly increased his cultivation on the path of the sword.
The path was now filled with sword intents, condensed and unreleased, but they were the sharpest existences in the world, capable of cutting through all things.
This made him recall the scene when he had opened Su Li's letter in the kitchen of the Orthodox Academy.
At the time, he had stood amidst these sword intents, not daring to move.
Now, he could only remain motionless.
Was this as far as he could go?
Chen Changsheng suddenly recalled that before leaving, Su Li had also left a letter for Qiushan Jun.
But Qiushan Jun had not taken it.
Perhaps this was the gap between him and Qiushan Jun?
Back in the wilderness, when Su Li had passed on the sword to him, he had said that he was very good, only a little lacking to Qiushan.
When they parted in Xunyang City, Wang Po had also said that he was very good, only a little lacking to Qiushan.
From Xining to the capital, he had heard similar words many times.
At the very beginning, in the discussions of others, the gap between him and Qiushan Jun was as vast as the heavens and the earth. Later on, this gap had gradually shrunk, but even though he was now the Pope and Qiushan Jun was still an ordinary disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect, and had even vanished for five years, there was still no one who said that he had surpassed Qiushan Jun.
Chen Changsheng looked at those sword intents that were actually invisible, as if he were looking at Su Li himself. "I still want to try."
He wanted to see if he could take another step forward until he walked out of this stone passage.
He wanted to try and prove to Su Li that his choice to pass on the sword to him was correct.
He wanted to try and prove to the heavens and earth that he might not be stronger than Qiushan Jun, but he wasn't weaker than him either, at least in some aspects.
Once he made up his mind, he calmed his breathing.
At this moment, his state of mind was clear, like a sword that had been washed by water for countless years.
Countless swords flew out of their scabbards silently, like fish leaping out of the pond, about to become dragons.
Countless sword lights illuminated the gloomy cliff, taking away all the colors between heaven and earth as they slashed towards those incomparably powerful sword wills.
The crisp and clear sword chimes rang out, gradually forming a line, like the line between the sea and the sky. Then, it suddenly became silent.
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The people on the cliff plateau had been nervously watching the movements in the passage.
Green vines obstructed his line of sight, and sword wills disrupted the light in the sky. He could not clearly see what was going on inside, but he could vaguely see those sword lights.
Suddenly, the sword lights flourished, making it impossible to see anything clearly.
The swords clattered, making it impossible to hear anything else.
All they could see was the howling of the mountain winds, stirring up countless fragments of stone and dust that constantly clashed and struggled in the passage like a living dragon.
Seeing this sight and feeling the tremors coming from the cliff, those ordinary disciples of the Mount Li Sword Sect paled. They thought in shock, His Holiness is truly worthy of being Martial Granduncle Su Li's legacy disciple. His cultivation in the path of the sword is truly as powerful as the rumors say. Could it be that he really can make it through?
Somewhat worried, Bai Cai asked, "Is he prepared to destroy this stone passage?"
After Chen Changsheng began to use his sword to break through the wall, Qiushan Jun had maintained his silence, his expression unchanged. He seemed extremely calm.
Only now did a serious expression finally appear on his face for the first time. "If he can destroy this stone passage, then it naturally counts as a success."
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This stone passage was the true cliff of Mount Li's main peak. Back then, Su Li had used an unimaginable sword might to cleave open a path, and in the several hundred years that followed, sword slashes had constantly appeared on the stone walls. Sword intent had seeped into the cliff, making it incomparably tough. Even the treasures of the Orthodoxy would find it very difficult to destroy, so Chen Changsheng naturally did not have this ability.
But he walked out.
After an unknown period of time, he finally walked out of the stone tunnel and arrived at the meadow outside the exit.
His clothes were riddled with holes, and his hairband had been torn at some point. His black hair scattered behind his back, making him seem rather miserable.
Blood flowed out of his clothes, but it gradually faded with a gentle breeze. Fortunately, after the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, he had already grasped a few techniques, preventing any strange changes from occurring.
He was born without filth, his spiritual sense tranquil and powerful to the extreme, his meditation efficiency extremely high, his star radiance abundant. He had bathed in the true blood of the Black Frost Dragon while in Meditation, and when he condensed his Star Domain, he had simultaneously lit up three hundred and sixty-five Qi openings. It could be said that he possessed the world's most perfect cultivating body.
But today, he had suffered so many injuries.
Besides his body covered in sword slashes, his face also had several extremely fine wounds, and a small part of his left eyebrow had been cut off. If the wound had been just a little off, it would have injured his eye. From this, one could imagine just how dangerous the situation had been, and just how terrifying the sword intents Su Li had left on the stone walls had been.
Standing on the stone path and gazing at the verdant valley and cloudless blue sky, Chen Changsheng felt extremely carefree.
Today, when confronting the sword intents Su Li had left behind, he had displayed everything he had learned in his life. He had held nothing back, had no need to hide anything.
This was not the most dangerous battle he had ever fought in his cultivation, but it was the most delightful battle.
Countless sword styles had been displayed to their heart's content, cleaving apart the stone path and the world, and also broadening his mind.
He even wanted to yell a few times at the verdant valley and blue sky.
But this was somewhat inconsistent with his personality.
In the end, he did not yell, but turned to look at the stone path.
He had already walked past the stone path, so he naturally knew that not all the sword intents and moves on the stone walls had been left behind by Su Li when he broke open the heavenly passage. Many of them had been left behind by Su Li later on, and some had probably been left behind by the people of the Mount Li Sword Sect.
He looked at the stone path in silence for a very long time.
He seemed to see a few scenes.
In the past several hundred years, Su Li would occasionally return to the mountain, and he would come here and seemingly casually slash at the stone walls.
Those elders of the Sword Hall with profound cultivations in the path of the sword would hold their swords and think hard, all for the sake of advancing a step further. Occasionally, they would gain something and also slash at the stone path.
In the past several hundred years, the essence of Su Li's path of the sword was contained here, as was the spirit and will of the Mount Li Sword Sect.
This stone path was the place that the disciples of the Mount Li Sword Sect used to temper their sword hearts.
When Su Li had left his daughter in this verdant valley, he had assuredly thought that Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu would try to walk this stone path.
In other words, this was the final lesson he had left for Chen Changsheng.
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