Lu Qingshan stared at the messy sword marks on the surface of the tablet, and his mind gradually sank into it.
From these sword marks, he could feel a kind of eerie illusory intent coming at him.
Then, light and shadow intertwined, and countless illusions kept flashing before his eyes.
Dark changes, countless illusions, combined, and finally, many sword lights vaguely appeared.
This sword tablet contained an illusory intent.
Lu Qingshan knew in his heart.
This was also not his style.
What he pursued was either techniques that were close to Dao, or infinite power.
Although this kind of illusory concept with nine twists and eighteen twists was strange, it was ultimately inferior in his heart.
He did not hesitate, no longer looking at the sword tablet, and walked down again.
.....
Outside the secret realm, the old sword cultivator looked at this scene and muttered absentmindedly, "It resonated again?"
He thought that the second sword tablet would block this Golden Elixir kid, but it did not stop him at all.
And before the old sword cultivator could react, the Golden Elixir kid actually gave up on this tablet again, and walked to the next sword tablet.
The third sword tablet, before Lu Qingshan was completely close to it, it was already shining faintly, as if it could not wait any longer.
It was like a signal.
The old sword cultivator could not believe what happened.
In the secret realm, the many sword tablets were all shining faintly at this time, actively showing their mysteries, as if they were yearning for Lu Qingshan's choice.
Every sword tablet resonated with Lu Qingshan.
"This kid can actually cause all the sword tablets to resonate … This is the heart of a child, a natural sword seed …" The old sword cultivator was dumbfounded, and his turbid eyes suddenly lit up.
In the secret realm.
Comprehending the sword tablets, one could comprehend both sword intent and sword forms.
Of course, most of the time, it was still sword intent.
At this time.
Sword intent filled the air.
Some were cold, like maggots in one's bones, and it was impossible to avoid.
Some were strong and yang, and the violent intent was incomparably majestic.
Some were cool breezes, and some were surging waves.
Some were as heavy as mountains, and some were as light as sparrows …
There were almost a thousand sword tablets, and very few of the sword intents were the same.
But even if the sword intents were the same, they would show different styles due to the different sword cultivator's comprehension.
Lu Qingshan was a little dazzled, and even had an inexplicable illusion that he was choosing a concubine.
His mind and consciousness were completely immersed in the intent, and he opened his mind to carefully feel these sword intents.
He wanted to find his favorite sword intent to comprehend.
After a while, in those chaotic intents, Lu Qingshan felt a sharp and fierce sword intent, as if it was unstoppable.
The Dao heart of a sword cultivator was to press.
Lu Qingshan's heart stirred. Following this feeling, he stopped in front of a stone tablet.
He raised his head and stared at the cold light on the sword stele, his eyes flickering.
That's right, the pattern on the sword stele was actually just a cold glint.
Now that he was so close to this sword tablet, the fierce power on it that seemed to penetrate everything suddenly rushed towards him.
Lu Qingshan's Primordial Spirit had reached the middle stage of the Condensation Realm, and his Primordial Spirit was solid and protected by the divine light on the surface.
But under the invasion of this fierce intent, he still felt an inexplicable piercing pain in his sea of consciousness.
But he did not feel it. The powerful spirit in his Primordial Spirit suddenly rushed out of his Niwan Palace and went against the flow, and took the initiative to merge with the cold light on the sword tablet.
Chi!
The moment his consciousness rushed into the sword tablet, Lu Qingshan's mind was in a trance for a moment, and then he felt the scene in front of him begin to change.
By the time he had completely stabilized his mind, he had already discovered that an empty space had appeared in front of him.
An ancient and desolate aura arose spontaneously.
Screech!
There was a long screech. Between heaven and earth, a demon bird's wings covered the sky, and it swooped down and circled. Its figure seemed to be teleporting, constantly changing.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a sword light cut across heaven and earth, and slashed towards the demon bird. It was incomparably sharp.
The demon bird's body trembled, as if it had sensed the terror of the sword light. Mysterious ripples appeared all over its body, and in an instant, it appeared in an area extremely far away.
This was spatial teleportation.
Lu Qingshan muttered when he saw this scene.
Then, his mind was shaken.
He wanted to know how the sword light would deal with this situation.
The sword light paused, and then the sword light flashed like a comet across the sky, illuminating the entire empty space.
A vigorous intent power enveloped the sword light, causing the entire empty space to tremble, as if it was about to shatter into pieces.
As the sword light flew out, it suddenly condensed at a point and turned into a cold light, and then disappeared into thin air. Then, when the cold light reappeared, it had already smashed the demon bird's head.
The cold light first arrived, and then the sword was like a dragon!
Lu Qingshan was shocked.
The intent realm contained in this sword stele could actually restrain and strangle the intent realm of space.
The principle of spatial teleportation was to open a relatively close passage between two spaces that were relatively far apart, shortening the originally extremely far distance, and thus realizing the so-called teleportation.
But even if it was called teleportation, it still needed time.
The time needed was precisely that moment.
And this sword used the extreme penetrating power to directly break through two layers of space, achieving a speed that surpassed spatial teleportation.
If even space could not block this kind of sword intent, what could block it?
This was the most extreme offensive intent realm.
The scene in front of him did not stop. One after another, ferocious demon birds kept appearing. The sword light swept across heaven and earth, and the cold light kept flashing.
The scene of the sword killing the demon birds evolved into an infinite intent realm in Lu Qingshan's consciousness.
And this enlightenment was being infinitely magnified, making it easier for him to capture.
Lu Qingshan, who cultivated the Daoist Canon, had a higher ability to comprehend intent realms than ordinary people.
Not to mention, these intents were displayed in the form of swordsmanship.
This was his most outstanding talent in the field.
He was like a fish in water.
Lu Qingshan was completely immersed in comprehending and did not notice the passage of time at all.
Until a long time later, his spirit suddenly shook, and the aura of his body was revealed.
Several lines of fiery words flashed in front of his eyes.
"Intent Realm Comprehension! …"
[Nirvana Piercing Sword Intent] (Weak): Origin True Intent: A branch of the Nirvana Sword Intent. The ultimate offensive sword intent that can penetrate all things.
"Ability improved! …" Your soul has improved (Divine Sense + 50).
Lu Qingshan opened his eyes, which were shining like a sharp sword, and his gaze seemed to penetrate all things. Then, it suddenly retracted, and everything returned to calmness.
His pitch-black eyes were incomparably deep.
…
This time, he had achieved his goal of coming to the sword stele secret realm.
He would not prepare to comprehend more intents.
The comprehension of sword intent could not be limited to one, but he could not be greedy.
This was because when a Nascent Soul cultivator broke through to the Void Refinement realm, the most important step was to condense the intent realm into a Dao Seed.
And the most basic condition for condensing a Dao Seed was that the intents comprehended by the cultivator must all reach the Perfection realm.
Not a single one could be missing.
If he was too greedy before this, he would be able to comprehend too many intents.
His combat power would indeed increase by a lot because of this.
But the consequence was that he would have to crazily fill the hole.
In order to improve all intents to the Perfection realm, he would have to stagnate in the Nascent Soul realm for a long time, and he might even have no hope of reaching the Void Refinement realm in his lifetime.
The most correct way was to value quality over quantity.
Comprehending two to five intents was the most suitable amount.
But the intents comprehended should be of a higher level.
This was because a Dao Seed condensed from ten lower-level intents was actually difficult to surpass a Dao Seed condensed from two higher-level intents in terms of quality.
As for Lu Qingshan, other than the Slaughter Sword Intent that had reached the Unity realm, he also contained the incomplete True Intent of Karma and the embryonic True Intent of Immortality.
This was also the reason why he had never deliberately pursued the True Intent of Karma.
He was worried that once he truly comprehended the True Intent of Karma, he would be in a difficult position.
The strength of the Origin True Intent was unquestionable.
But correspondingly, the difficulty of improving the Origin True Intent to the Perfection realm was also countless times more difficult than other intents.
Hence, before he broke through to the Void Refinement realm, Lu Qingshan was not prepared to pursue the True Intent of Karma and the True Intent of Immortality.
His idea was to improve the Slaughter Sword Intent that he was most proficient in and had traces of to its corresponding Origin True Intent, the Destruction Sword Intent.
Then, with the Destruction Sword Intent as the foundation, he would condense the Origin Dao Seed.
.....
Lu Qingshan stood up slowly.
With a thought, the Willow Catkin Sword Talisman flew out. Instantly, a rumbling sound was heard in the secret realm, and a crack was formed.
Following the crack, Lu Qingshan left the Sword Stele Secret Realm.
On Seed Daoist Peak, the old sword cultivator looked at Lu Qingshan who had just left the secret realm. He was slightly moved.
The current Lu Qingshan was very different from before he entered the Sword Stele Secret Realm.
Whether it was his essence, Qi, or spirit, it was obvious that he had become much sharper.
"You only stayed in the Sword Stele Secret Realm for two days. The remaining eight days will be reserved for you. You can enter the Sword Stele Secret Realm again at any time," the old sword cultivator said slowly.
'Only two days?'
Lu Qingshan was a little absent-minded.
This was because he felt that he had stayed in that void for an extremely long time.
"In the Sword Stele Secret Realm, when you comprehend the intent of the Sword Stele, your mind will be unprecedentedly clear and any thoughts will be magnified infinitely.
Hence, the flow of time will also give rise to the illusion that it has slowed down. That's why it feels like a long time has passed, but in fact, it has only been a short while. "
The old sword cultivator saw Lu Qingshan's doubts and slowly explained, "This is also the reason why our sect usually only gives our disciples three days to comprehend.
It's not that we're stingy, but under such circumstances, three days is completely enough for them to comprehend something. If they don't gain anything, I'm afraid it won't be of much use even if we give them another three days. "
Lu Qingshan understood.
After bowing respectfully to the old sword cultivator, he turned into a sword light and left.
…
Lu Qingshan didn't know that just after he left the Sword Stele Secret Realm, a gray airflow suddenly appeared in the sky above the secret realm.
The airflow contained extremely pure Spirit Power and the power of heaven and earth. It kept surging into the Sword Stele that Lu Qingshan had touched previously.
That was because Lu Qingshan had touched all the Sword Steles in the secret realm before this.
Hence, at this moment, the gray airflow kept surging out and entering the nearly one thousand Sword Steles in the Sword Stele Secret Realm.
Among them, the Cold Light Sword Stele that Lu Qingshan had chosen in the end absorbed the most gray airflow.
The old sword cultivator felt extremely pained when he saw this scene. He seemed to have thought of something and muttered to himself, "This kid is just like his master. He's made our sect bleed again …"
The ancestors of the Sword Sect who left behind the Sword Steles were mostly Realm Seven Sword Cultivators.
Although they could be called powerful cultivators at this level, if they didn't use special methods to maintain the Sword Stele they left behind when they were alive, how could the will on it exist for thousands of years without dissipating?
These special methods naturally came from the Sword Sect.
In order to support the sword will on the Sword Stele, the Sword Sect used a small world to collect the overflowing sword will and asked the cultivators of Building A to set up a Will Guarding Formation.
In order to maintain the operation of the Will Guarding Formation, the amount of Spirit Stones consumed every year was extremely terrifying.
In fact, this kind of consumption was already difficult to determine the value of the Sword Stele itself, or even surpassing it.
However, under such circumstances, although the quota to comprehend the Sword Stele Secret Realm was extremely precious, it was so precious that the disciples of the Sword Sect could only be allocated an extremely short amount of time to comprehend it if they met certain conditions.
One of the conditions that Lu Qingshan already knew was what the old sword cultivator had said. As long as the disciples of the Sword Sect broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm, they would be given three days to comprehend the Sword Stele Secret Realm.
However, it had to be noted that the time to comprehend the secret realm would also only be given to the disciples of the Sword Sect in the form of a reward.
There had never been a situation where a disciple could enter the Sword Stele Secret Realm to comprehend it just by paying Spirit Stones or Spirit Crystals.
Although there were restrictions, there were no fees.
In other words, the Sword Stele Secret Realm was a gold-swallowing beast that would only consume money and not bring any tangible benefits.
…
The most unique temperament of the Sword Sect was precisely revealed under such circumstances.
Since the establishment of the Sword Stele Secret Realm, in the tens of thousands of years since it had been established.
There had never been a Sword Sect Master who would do something like removing the Sword Stele Secret Realm or collecting the corresponding Spirit Stones from the disciples who entered the Sword Stele Secret Realm because they felt that the existence of the Sword Stele Secret Realm was unreasonable or because they felt that the loss of Spirit Stones was heartache.
This was because in the eyes of the Sword Sect cultivators, the reason why their ancestors left behind the Sword Stele was so that their sword techniques and sword will could be passed down.
The various Sword Sect Masters had always insisted on and respected the vision of their ancestors.
Although they could not let them open the Main Peak to teach their sword techniques and Sword Dao, the Sword Sect would definitely be willing to pass down the Sword Stele that contained their lifelong Sword Dao from generation to generation.
Even if no one had asked for it.
… …
After returning to Sword Cometh Peak, Lu Qingshan discovered that Xia Daoyun, who had just returned, had actually left the Sword Sect two days after he entered the Sword Stele Secret Realm. He had no idea what she was busy with.
He stood by the small lake in front of the wooden house, reflecting on the experiences of the past two days while also sensing the Nirvana Piercing sword intent that he had just grasped.
A speck of cold light faintly appeared in his palm.
Even space seemed to freeze for an instant when the cold light appeared.
It was as if endless power had gathered within the speck of cold light, and then pierced through everything.
An intense aura surged out uncontrollably.
Plop plop plop!
The fishes in the lake sensed this terrifying aura and began to flutter about in the lake.
Lu Qingshan frowned slightly. With a light wave of his right hand, the speck of cold light immediately dissipated.
The intense aura also quieted down, and the black carp returned to normal.
"I've only just comprehended it. I'm still unable to restrain it like the Slaughter Sword Intent," muttered Lu Qingshan.
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