After Zhang Yu slashed out with his sword, he felt his mind and Qi sublimate, and the flow of his Heart Force into the sword became incomparably smooth.
Originally, he had guessed that the changes on the Cicada Cry Sword were because the sword had nurtured spirituality.
After all, swords often communicated with their masters and were influenced by their masters' Qi, so it was very common for them to sense Qi and become sentient.
At this moment, he finally understood what the opportunity was.
This wasn't some spirituality in the sword, but a "spirit born from the sword"!
This was a change on a higher level than the "Heart and Sword as One". It was a mysterious ability that could be developed only after the sword master had reached a certain level of unity with the sword.
This kind of opportunity was actually very rare, and the key was that it could only be drawn out by a certain turning point. Moreover, if it was nurtured for too long, this spirit might not emerge, so even if the sword master felt it sometimes, he might not be able to grasp it.
At this moment, he was very grateful to He Jun for helping him sharpen his sword.
It was after Mo Guangchen that Wang Chongjin and He Jun challenged him one after another, giving him this opportunity.
These three people all came from the same sect and originated from the same lineage, but their transformations were all different. When it came to battle strength, each was stronger than the other, giving him a chance to gradually adapt and climb up the ladder.
It was also because of this that he dealt with He Jun the same way he dealt with Wang Chongjin. He didn't kill him, but instead cut off his cultivation.
As for whether he could cultivate it back, it would depend on his own fortune. After all, there was no lack of living people's abilities and pills in the cultivation world, but the price was usually not small.
Daoist Lin and Yu Fu saw He Jun being cut down, and their hearts sank. They didn't have time to talk to Zhang Yu, and hurriedly flew over to where He Jun had fallen.
He Jun had been sent flying by the sword just now, and now he was lying on the ground, his life and death unknown.
After the two landed, Daoist Lin went forward to check. He sighed in relief, but his expression was also gloomy. Like Wang Chongjin, the latter's life wasn't in danger, but his cultivation couldn't be preserved.
At this moment, Yu Fu reached out and took the All Gui Mirror.
He examined it, and couldn't help but be shocked. He originally thought that He Jun was defeated because he couldn't activate the All Gui Mirror in time.
But now that he looked at it, he realized that the defensive power of the mirror was actually triggered.
Although this wasn't He Jun's personal magic treasure, it was still very powerful. It was inevitable that its power would be insufficient, but the defensive ability of the mirror's treasured light wasn't just for show. However, in the end, it was still sliced apart by Zhang Yu's sword light. It was obvious that the power of the attack that cut across the horizon was extremely great, far exceeding his previous estimation.
He thought for a moment and said, "Martial Uncle, do you think Zhang Xuanzheng's final sword strike was …"
Daoist Lin's face darkened. He nodded and said, "That should be it. The sword gave birth to a spirit …"
He sighed with emotion, then shook his head and said, "Among all of us in the same sect, only Junior Brother Wang and your Master have this ability. I didn't expect this person to have also cultivated it."
Wang Chongjin's sword was called "Yue Qianji". When practicing the sword, he could naturally find the most suitable Dao in the sword. He did not have to deliberately search for it. Therefore, he could practice all kinds of supernatural powers, and the changes were far more than the other disciples.
Yu Fu asked, "Martial Uncle Lin, can you tell what Zhang Xuanzheng's sword god is?"
Although all sword gods were different, they could be roughly divided into thirty-six types.
There was no difference in strength among them. It all depended on the user's ability to control the sword. The same type of sword god could be used differently by different people.
Daoist Lin closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and said, "If I'm not wrong, this person's sword god is the 'Absolute Slayer'!"
Yu Fu mumbled, "Absolute Slayer …" Then he sighed and said, "No wonder."
For example, Wang Chongjin's "Yue Qianji" was completely a transformation of the sword, while the "Absolute Slayer" was the complete opposite. It relied on the master's powerful mana to activate the sword, and thus reached the peak of power and speed.
If a sword cultivator pursued the realm of "breaking all laws and cutting all things", then the "Absolute Slayer" was the only way to go.
Just like the sword strike just now, He Jun's defeat was not unjust at all.
At that time, no matter what divine ability he used, or what sword technique he used, as long as he could not face this sword force head-on, it was useless.
He could have dodged it, but He Jun's temperament was straightforward. At the crucial moment, he only thought about how to attack, and naturally missed the opportunity to dodge.
At this moment, Daoist Lin was both dissatisfied and impressed by Zhang Yu.
He was dissatisfied because he had consecutively killed two of his fellow disciples who had great potential, but he was impressed because only a small number of people could cultivate such a technique. Innate talent was one of the reasons, but the key was that one's willpower and temperament had to be firm to the point of being unshakable before it could be achieved.
This was extremely difficult. Otherwise, he would not have been unable to cultivate it until now.
After Zhang Yu collected his thoughts in the sky, he glanced at where He Jun had landed. Seeing that Daoist Lin and Yu Fu had arrived, he did not stay any longer. He turned around and flew into the sky.
Right now, finding clues about the creator was the most important matter. Since the battle was already over, there was no need to worry about it.
Just as he was flying away, an armored soldier flew towards him from the opposite side. Although this person was wrapped in outer armor, he could still see that this was the soldier who had come to send the message just now. Guessing that something had happened, he stopped in his tracks.
That soldier also slowed down and cupped his fists. "Zhang Xuanzheng, we've already found the Independent Province's Production Institution, but there are only corpses there. Those Master Craftsmen are suspected to be dead. The news has already been reported, and General Cao also told me to inform Xuanzheng."
"Hm?"
Zhang Yu pondered for a moment and said, "Please lead the way. Take me there for a look."
"Yes!"
The armored soldier bowed to him, then turned around and leaped into the air to lead the way.
Not long after, the two of them descended into an underground tunnel and sank into an underground lake. After walking for a while, when they surfaced again, the two of them appeared in an underground palace built with gold and stone.
That soldier said, "Zhang Xuanzheng, this is the Independent Province's Production Institution. Please follow me."
Zhang Yu looked over and saw that this place was already under the control of a large group of armored soldiers. Apart from a few creators who were in charge of guarding the place, there were also a few craftsmen who followed the military in and out.
He followed the soldier inside and passed through various workshops and palaces. Not long after, they arrived in front of a long corridor.
The soldier stopped here and said, "The front has been sealed off. The general has ordered that apart from Xuanzheng and the lieutenants, no one else is allowed to enter. This one must stop here."
Zhang Yu nodded. "Thank you for your trouble."
That soldier hurriedly cupped his fists and said that he didn't dare.
Zhang Yu rolled up his sleeves and stepped into the corridor. At this moment, his gaze shifted and he saw a row of monster statues that were exactly the same as the ones he saw in the Zhengguo's residence. At the same time, wisps of aura came from the statues on the right, but there was no reaction from the statues on the left.
He took a closer look and found that the statues on the left were completely newly sculpted, while the ones on the right looked more ancient.
He stepped forward and walked to the other end of the corridor. As the heat flow was sucked dry, the statues on the right cracked and collapsed, leaving only the ones on the left.
He stood at the end of the corridor and turned around to take a look. With a thought, a beam of sword light flew past, and the statues on the left were all destroyed.
Hmm, they're monster statues in the end, so it's not appropriate to leave them here. It's better to destroy them.
He recalled the sword light and sheathed it before turning to walk into the inner hall.
There were a few people standing in the inner hall. When they heard footsteps outside, they also turned to look.
Zhang Yu also looked over and saw that one of them was Commandant Zhan. Beside him were two of his personal guards. At this moment, they seemed to be talking to a short elder from Shuang Province.
Seeing that it was him, Commandant Zhan took the initiative to greet him and cupped his fists, "Zhang Xuan Zheng greets you."
After a bow, he put down his hand and said, "Xuan Zheng, you came at the right time. When we came, only this person was still alive. The rest are lying on the ground, but I can't tell if these people are the craftsmen themselves."
The elder from Shuang Province hurriedly said, "I don't dare to deceive you. These are indeed the master craftsmen and master craftsmen. If you don't feel at ease, you can find someone you know among the captives and identify them. We can't deceive you."
Zhang Yu looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"
The elder from Shuang Province bowed and said, "This one is Mu Tong. I was once a master craftsman, but I'm too old and my skills aren't exquisite, so I went back to recuperate early. It was the master craftsmen and master craftsmen who ordered people to find this one and take care of their corpses."
Zhang Yu thought for a moment and said, "Which one is Master Craftsman Chen?"
Mu Tong replied, "He's behind us."
Zhang Yu motioned him to lead the way, and then followed the man into the back hall, where he saw a tall old man lying on a jade platform in the middle of the hall. His hair and clothes were very neat, and his face was very peaceful.
Mu Tong sighed, "This is Master Craftsman Chen."
Zhang Yu's eyes flashed slightly, and after staring for a moment, a scene of light and shadow flashed in front of him, and then he saw that the old man seemed to have taken something when he was alive, then fell to the ground, and was then carried here to clean up.
He thought for a moment and said, "Take me to see the others."
Mu Tong nodded and brought him to look at the rest of the people.
At this time, Zhang Yu found that except for the three master craftsmen, there were almost no traces of the other master craftsmen when they were alive, as if they were born out of thin air.
From this, it could be concluded that these master craftsmen were definitely not dead, and the ones lying here were just the substitutes of their creations.
As for Master Craftsman Chen …
For the people of the upper class of the Shuang Continent, they did not care much about the life and death of their bodies. Anyway, they could return to the Melting Pool in the end, so it was not surprising that they would commit suicide.
But in fact, many of the upper class would rather surrender like Qi Li than return to the Melting Pool, because their memories might be washed away, and after all, this was a process of life and death, and no one knew what would happen during it.
And how could a person with skills like Master Craftsman Chen be willing to hand over his memories and life to others?
He still remembered that the old man who fell from the ship of the Shuang Continent's Zuo Fu Nation, and according to his last words, it was obvious that he had a substitute body.
And this Master Craftsman Chen was a master craftsman, so it should not be difficult for him to do this.
After thinking about it, he looked up and said, "Commandant Zhan, this person is not dead yet. We need to search carefully here, and we might be able to find clues about his escape."
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