PDLP Chapter 422 The Realm of Sword Intent, Elevated Status
Chapter 422 The Realm of Sword Intent, Elevated Status
Bright, dim...
Swift, slow...
Carefree, melancholic...
Within the sword pool, countless sword intents enveloped them, blurring even their consciousness.
Is that a sword? No, it's countless flashes of light and shadow, ethereal and graceful.
It is a journey of ten thousand miles through mountains and passes, a vast and boundless world that seems but a desolate expanse; it is a sky full of stars that shines but are few and far between, and looking back to the Yellow Springs, I am left all alone.
It is a night of prosperity with a thousand lanterns and glittering splendor, where one leans on the railing in triumph to gaze into the distance; it is a night of haste and rain, with the glint of swords, where a magnolia blossoms amidst blood.
It is the vibrant colors of spring that herald a fleeting moment, a glimpse that lasts a lifetime; it is the swirling snow that chills to the bone, yet a beloved brings wine to our door…
Alas!
Is it dangerous? Or is it wonderful?
Once you become engrossed in it, it becomes difficult to draw your sword again.
Some laughed, some cried, and some were lost in thought about the stars or the wind of a certain night.
At that moment, a dazzling and blinding sword strike, like a shooting star falling from the sky, crashed down with boundless power and sharpness!
Tearing apart the illusion of suffering and joy that all beings experience is like shattering a glass mirror.
A soft click.
The girl calmly pressed down on the sword's edge, sheathing the moonlight and storing it away.
"The Sword Pool... is broken?!" An elder suddenly came to his senses and exclaimed in surprise.
Another elder shook his head with a wry smile, then said with relief, "It's broken."
"The Sword Pool... is broken?!" An elder suddenly came to his senses and exclaimed in disbelief.
The other elder shook his head with a wry smile, his eyes showing both surprise and relief, and slowly said, "Yes, it's broken."
After speaking, he lowered his head slightly, looked at the sword pool, and his eyes were complicated.
Just now, when the disciples were undergoing their trials, only the onlookers could see the swords humming within the sword pool, like a thousand butterflies fluttering their wings and dancing gracefully, or like ten thousand dragons roaring in unison, creating a magnificent spectacle.
Just as grains of sand can form a tower, and water can form a deep pool, tens of thousands of swords of different grades, when gathered in one place, become an irresistible torrent of sword intent.
They did not kill or coerce, but merely revealed the profound meaning contained within, which was enough to make these novice disciples unable to extricate themselves and deeply immersed in it.
However, amidst this vast torrent of sword intent, one person went against the tide.
Chu Lengyu stepped forward, raised her hand, and gently grasped the hilt of a long sword. At that moment, the entire sword pool seemed to fall silent.
Then, she drew her sword.
That sword strike was unremarkable, lacking intricate techniques or flashy moves, yet wherever the sword light reached, the torrent of sword intent was instantly split in two, then collapsed with a roar, turning into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.
The whole process was clean and efficient, as simple and direct as chopping wood.
The surrounding elders were all stunned and speechless with shock.
They never imagined that someone could break through the sword pool filled with sword intent with such an ordinary sword strike.
The elder's eyes widened as he hurriedly focused his gaze, trying to determine which spirit sword Chu Lengyu had taken.
Sword Island is mostly filled with swords that have survived, some broken and some damaged; swords with intact scabbards are extremely rare.
However, when he saw the sword in Leng Yu's hand clearly, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
The sword was dark and covered with mottled rust. The scabbard was also old and worn, making it difficult to recognize its original appearance.
Upon closer inspection, the elder determined that the sword also appeared to be of superior quality at the third rank, but its former glory had been obscured by the erosion of time.
However, considering Chu Lengyu's astonishing sword strike just now, this no longer matters.
The elder was filled with mixed feelings, but in the end he still cupped his hands and praised, "Sect Leader has excellent judgment."
The sect leader waved his hand gently, his expression thoughtful.
As the realm of sword intent was broken, the sounds of wind, forest, and waves that were previously isolated all rushed into one's ears, pulling one back from the illusory dream to reality.
Senior Sister Zhao and the others woke up from the illusion in a daze, their eyes still somewhat unfocused, as if they were still savoring the various experiences in the torrent of sword intent.
A three-foot-long sword, a vessel for the heart, the life, and the emotions.
But this time, no one whispered among themselves.
The shock of that sword strike was deeply imprinted in their hearts, leaving them unable to calm down for a long time.
The Sword Pool fell silent as they gazed at the girl ahead with a mixture of curiosity and awe.
Chu Lengyu gripped the black rusty sword tightly in her hand. Although the sword was old, it shone with a unique light in her hands.
She turned and left, and her disciples consciously stepped aside to make way for her.
Only when her figure gradually disappeared into the distance did the disciples recover from their shock, their excitement overflowing.
They crowded around each other, talking amongst themselves.
That mythical sword pool was actually broken!
Those disciples who had previously failed in their challenges and then resorted to provocation were now staring blankly, dumbfounded.
Their eyes widened and their mouths gaped open, but they couldn't utter a single word. Their hearts were filled with doubt and shock, and they even began to wonder if they were still dreaming.
If it wasn't a dream, how could they explain everything they were seeing? Did they really witness the birth of a genius?
A genius who can break through the sword pool with a seemingly ordinary sword strike?