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Sky-flipping Form
Chu Xingyun sat cross-legged in the Void with his eyes closed. His body was like an ancient tree. He did not make a single sound and did not move at all. In the vast Sword Catacomb, the cries of swords could be heard. Swords flashed past one after another, but they could not disturb his mind at all.
In such an environment, time seemed to have lost its concept. In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
On this day, Chu Xingyun was still sitting cross-legged in the Void. The Ten Thousand Swords Canon floated in front of him. It flickered with a faint light and had a strong aura. However, when it shone on his body, it disappeared instantly, as if it had entered a whirlpool and disappeared.
"One sword is ten thousand swords. One thought is ten thousand thoughts."
Chu Xingyun spat out a word. His eyes suddenly opened and a chaotic light flashed in his eyes. "So this is the essence of the Ten Thousand Swords Dao. The Ten Thousand Swords Dao is originally one and should be merged into one."
Words of enlightenment kept coming out of his mouth. The chaotic light in Chu Xingyun's eyes became stronger and stronger. His body also began to move.
Buzz!
A ray of Wu Ling light bloomed and circled in Chu Xingyun's hand. It instantly condensed into a sword, the Sword of Wu Ling.
He raised his hand and his heart moved. The sword was unsheathed. The tip of the sword whistled through the Void. It seemed ordinary, but every wisp of sword Qi emitted a different aura.
When the sword was unsheathed, it was like ten thousand swords breaking through the Void!
However, the sword stopped abruptly in mid-air. Chu Xingyun's movements also stopped. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He said in a clear voice, "In comparison, chaos is both one sword and ten thousand swords. There are no rules and no restrictions!"
Chu Xingyun's body moved again. He waved his sword again. The tip of the sword was still mysterious. One sword was like ten thousand swords. However, as the tip of the sword was unsheathed, his Wu Ling Sword became purer, as if it had entered the realm of returning to simplicity.
"Slash!"
Without any warning, Chu Xingyun's voice became louder and louder. The Wu Ling Sword in his hand suddenly rose. Thousands of swords soared into the sky, filled with a sharp aura. In the end, the Sword Qi condensed together and turned into a storm, releasing a chaotic aura. It swept out, as if it wanted to turn the world upside down.
This sword seemed slow but was actually fast. It was like one sword but also like millions of swords. It was chaotic, disorderly, and unpredictable. When one sensed its existence, the sword had already turned into a storm that swept through the entire world.
Rumbling sounds could be heard as a hundred-meter-wide sword storm appeared in the void. Everything in front of it was unable to escape the chaotic sword light. It was enveloped and destroyed mercilessly.
Not far away, the Sacred Canon of Ten Thousand Swords was still floating in the air. However, what was different was that the faint light that shrouded it suddenly became stronger, as if it had also sensed the terror of this chaotic sword storm and was resisting it with all its might.
In the distance, thousands of swords soared into the sky. They turned into Sword True Dragons that hovered in the air and roared at the sky. The roars were filled with reverence, as if they were welcoming the arrival of a king.
"All things are orderly and chaotic. However, everything that exists in the world goes from disorder to order, and then from order to disorder. This is chaos!" Chu Xingyun seemed to have touched upon some kind of mysterious law. The chaotic sword light in his eyes grew stronger until it covered his entire eyes.
Boom!
A terrifying sound exploded in the void. The sword mountain that stood in the middle of the Sword Catacomb exploded. Thousands of swords turned into flowing light and scattered all over the space. Every sword sank deep into the ground until they could no longer be seen.
"What a terrifying power." Chu Xingyun was shocked when he saw this scene. His previous sword attack was already so powerful when it was activated by the Wu Ling Sword. If it was executed with the Black Hole Heavy Sword, its power would definitely increase by several times.
After all, the existence of the Black Hole was chaos!
Chu Xingyun withdrew the Wu Ling Sword. The grayish-black sword light that shrouded his body dissipated. Even so, the strange movement in the Sword Catacomb did not dissipate. In the void, there were nine Sword Qi True Dragons that hovered in the sky. They let out sword cries that shook the sky. They did not dare to approach Chu Xingyun at all. It was a terrifying scene.
"Using the Sacred Tome of Ten Thousand Swords as a reference is indeed feasible. In just three days, I've comprehended the Chaos Will and officially stepped into the Chaos Sword Principle." Chu Xingyun recalled the sword strike just now, and a sense of joy spread out from his body.
At this moment, he stepped forward again and approached the Ten Thousand Swords Canon.
Three days ago, Chu Xingyun approached the Ten Thousand Swords Canon. He did not dare to be careless at all. He felt that the Way of Ten Thousand Swords was too grand and powerful. He could get lost in it at any time and be unable to extricate himself.
However, at this moment, he could take the Ten Thousand Swords Canon with just a stretch of his hand. However, when he looked at the Ten Thousand Swords Canon, he was very calm. There was no joy or worry.
This meant that Chu Xingyun had comprehended the essence of the Chaotic Sword Way. Even in the face of the Way of Ten Thousand Swords, he could stay true to his heart and was not shaken at all.
In fact, in the depths of his heart, there was a feeling that he could swallow the world. The Ten Thousand Swords Canon was just a foil!
"A sword that turned chaos into chaos and stirred up the void. Then, this sword shall be called the Sky-flipping Style." Chu Xingyun let out a hearty laugh. He did not stay there any longer. He took a step forward and left the Sword Catacomb.
When he walked out of the Sword Catacomb, a warm ray of sunlight shone down. While it enveloped his body, it also shone on his handsome face. It was warm and comfortable.
Chu Xingyun's figure flashed and arrived at the peak of the Ten Thousand Swords Peak.
Looking into the distance, the entire Wanjian Pavilion came into view. At this moment, the bloody and decaying aura that had permeated the Ten Thousand Swords Peak had long disappeared. In various parts of the mountain range, brand-new palaces rose from the ground, exuding a strong sense of vitality.
In the Wanjian Pavilion, countless figures were running up and down. They were either cultivating, communicating, or repairing the ruins. In almost every blink of an eye, the changes in the Wanjian Pavilion could be felt.
"Looks like everything is going well," Chu Xingyun said to himself as he nodded in satisfaction.
Before he entered the Sword Catacomb, he had instructed Mowang Gong to take charge of the repairs of the Wanjian Pavilion.
One must know that when the Qitian Peak suffered a calamity and turned into ruins overnight, all the repairs were handled by Mowang Gong alone. Now that he was in charge, it was naturally a walk in the park.
Not to mention the thousands of disciples, Mowang Gong controlled the eighteen Nine Suns Spirit Puppets. Not only were they extremely strong, but they were also extremely fast. They worked day and night with astonishing efficiency.
At this rate, the Wanjian Pavilion would no longer be in decline in less than ten days.
"Young Master!" At this moment, a deep voice sounded from the side.
Chu Xingyun turned around and saw that it was Tiger Chu.
Tiger Chu had a simple and honest smile on his face as he hurried over from not far away. As soon as he landed, Chu Xingyun raised his eyebrows and teased, "Why, are you still calling me Young Master?"
Tiger Chu was stunned and scratched his head embarrassedly. He smiled foolishly and said, "I'm used to it and couldn't change it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately raised his head and flipped his right hand to take out two shiny silver storage rings. His tone became serious as he said, "Master, I've already sorted out the resources of the two sects. Of these two storage rings, one represents the Wanjian Pavilion, and the other represents the Ancient Star Sect."
As he spoke, Tiger Chu handed the two storage rings to Chu Xingyun. From the beginning to the end, he looked at the two storage rings with a calm expression. There was not a trace of greed in his eyes.
Hundreds of thousands of people had died in the bloody battle between the Wanjian Pavilion and the Ancient Star Sect. Every one of them had a lot of cultivation resources on them. It was almost the accumulation of the resources of the two sects.
Therefore, Chu Xingyun asked Tiger Chu to collect these resources, summarize them, and finally hand them over to him.
"Although I've already plundered the resources of the two sects, these cultivation resources can't be ignored. Now that all the cultivation resources are in my hands, it's time to continue refining the Black Hole Sword Slave." Chu Xingyun rubbed the two storage rings in his hand. As he pondered, he also divided part of his attention to carefully count the resources in the rings.
Buzz! Buzz!
After Chu Xingyun finished counting the cultivation resources of the Ancient Star Sect, his mind flashed. Just as he was about to count the cultivation resources of the Wanjian Pavilion, a strong sense of resonance spread out and attacked his body like waves of the sea.
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