Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Merging with the Dao!

Yang Ye!

Ye Tianming had heard this name more than once. Curious, he asked, “Senior, is this Blue-Robed Sword Master really that powerful?”

Hearing Ye Tianming’s words, Old Yang’s smile gradually faded. He gave a slight nod. “Very powerful.”

His voice was calm, but his expression was serious.

Ye Tianming asked, “More powerful than you, Senior?”

Old Yang let out a laugh. “You little rascal, you’re really asking by how much, aren’t you?”

Ye Tianming smiled faintly.

“By how much?”

Old Yang laughed. “I’d like to know that myself, haha!”

Ye Tianming nodded. “Understood.”

A flicker of complexity crossed Old Yang’s eyes. He said, “Of the three generations of the Yang family, this guy is the hardest to deal with. He doesn’t reason with anyone, just does whatever he pleases…….”

He stopped there. “Forget it, forget it. Let’s not talk about him.”

With that, he quickly led Ye Tianming toward the mountaintop.

Ye Tianming glanced at Old Yang. He could sense that this senior seemed genuinely wary of that Blue-Robed Sword Master, Yang Ye.

The Blue-Robed Sword Master!

At that moment, Little Soul suddenly said, “He was the Tower Lord’s very first master……. I wonder how the Tower Lord is doing now.”

Ye Tianming smiled faintly and said nothing.

After reaching the summit, an ancient Dao palace appeared before the two of them.

Looking at that ancient Dao palace, ripples of emotion stirred in Old Yang’s eyes. How lively and prosperous had this place once been?

The hall still stood, but the people were all gone.

Old Yang suddenly turned to look at Ye Tianming and smiled. “Come on, let me take you to the Shendao Sect’s training grounds.”

With that, he led Ye Tianming to a Dao tower. Nine stories tall, it stood atop a mountain peak — an incredibly imposing sight.

Old Yang smiled. “This is where the Shendao Sect once trained exclusively. Time flows differently inside compared to the outside — one month inside is equivalent to only one day outside.”

Ye Tianming exclaimed in shock, “That insane?”

Old Yang shook his head. “It’s nothing compared to that Tower Ancestor of yours. Inside that one, it’s one year to one day outside.”

Ye Tianming said, “Oh.”

Old Yang looked at Ye Tianming. “It never let you use it, did it?”

Ye Tianming smiled. “It’s nothing.”

Old Yang furrowed his brow. “Then do you know that Yang Jia is currently training inside that tower? I’m not trying to provoke you — I know you don’t care about that anymore. What I want to tell you is that Yang Jia is training in there, and combined with his terrifying talent, his rate of improvement is beyond anyone’s imagination.”

Ye Tianming nodded and said nothing.

Old Yang said in a low voice, “I know you’ve improved a great deal too, but I think you still shouldn’t underestimate him. His state of mind has a slight issue, but his talent has absolutely none.”

Ye Tianming said, “I have never underestimated the Yang family.”

Old Yang nodded. “Good, as long as you don’t…….”

Then he suddenly realized something and looked at Ye Tianming. “You…… did you mean Jia the person, or the family?”

Ye Tianming smiled. “Senior, shall we go inside the tower and take a look?”

Old Yang shook his head. “You little rascal…….”

With that, he led Ye Tianming into the tower, taking him directly to the highest floor. The top floor contained its own world — boundless and vast, with incredibly solid space-time and extraordinarily rich spiritual energy.

Ye Tianming was visibly excited. “This place is truly a sacred training ground.”

Old Yang smiled. “I know what you need most right now is time. You can train here as freely as you like. I won’t disturb you.”

With that, he turned to leave. But after a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned back to look at Ye Tianming. “Oh right, where did that idiot from your sect come from?”

Ye Tianming said, “He fell from the sky. He went to find Yang Jia……. and even claimed he beat Yang Ye to death!”

Old Yang shook his head. “What an idiot, a complete idiot!”

With that, he walked off muttering curses.

Ye Tianming: “……”

After Old Yang left, Ye Tianming looked around. He took a deep breath, and an incomparably pure surge of spiritual energy instantly flooded into his body. Feeling the purity of the spiritual energy here, a smile spread across his face.

He had never enjoyed anything so much in his life!

Most importantly, time flowed differently here compared to outside — one month here was one day outside!

Absolutely insane!

Ye Tianming opened his palm, and the Qingxuan Sword appeared in his hand. The next moment, a terrifying sword force swept out from within him, sending ripples through the surrounding space-time under the pressure of his fearsome sword intent.

Seeing how solid the space-time here was, Ye Tianming immediately broke into a grin.

Suddenly, he thrust his sword forward.

It poured out like ten thousand crashing waves. The next moment, Ye Tianming thrust again.

This strike was even more terrifying than the last!

He was studying Zong Wu’s “Invincible Fist.”

Zong Wu’s Great Dao was essentially about momentum — an invincible momentum. This was very similar to his own “one sword to decide life and death,” and so he decided to fuse the two Great Daos together.

Dao Fusion!

This idea had been inspired by the First Heavenly Court Master.

Having an idea wasn’t enough — it had to be put into practice. Rather than fusing them right away, he decided to first learn Zong Wu’s “Invincible Fist.”

In his view, using a fist and using a sword were no different, because the core essence was neither the fist nor the sword, but “momentum.” As long as one mastered the use of that “momentum,” there was no difference between sword and fist.

And so, one sword cry after another rang out continuously across the field.

Ye Tianming struck again and again, each strike stronger than the last. This time, he held nothing back and gave everything he had.

But after 120 strikes, his “momentum” finally began to decline. Once it fell, he could no longer gather it again, and each subsequent strike grew weaker than the one before.

Ye Tianming stopped. He slowly closed his eyes. At that moment he felt utterly drained, and it was only then that he realized this senior Zong Wu’s “Great Dao” was not as easy as it seemed.

But that was perfectly normal — after all, the other party had once been the strongest in the real world!

Thinking of this, he smiled.

After resting for a short while, he started again.

There were no shortcuts — only hard training. And so he kept pushing past his own limits, slowly increasing from 120 strikes to 180.

Once he reached 180 strikes, his momentum began to wane, but he didn’t feel this was his limit. So he rested, and once recovered, he began again.

It was fortunate that the spiritual energy here was abundant enough to sustain this kind of training.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed. Now he could swing his sword 220 consecutive times, each strike stronger than the last. By the end, his sword force was actually able to crack the space-time of the training ground — though it was repaired in an instant.

When he unleashed the 230th strike, a terrifying sword force instantly shattered the entire space of that world. The sword force surged forward like a rushing tide, sweeping all the way to the edge of sight.

And Ye Tianming himself collapsed on the spot. Lying on the ground with a wry smile, he truly had not a shred of strength left.

Every additional strike now was incredibly, incredibly difficult to achieve — but each one gained would double the power.

Ye Tianming took a deep breath and circulated his “Tianming Jue.” Soon, boundless spiritual energy from all around surged toward him, and his exhausted body rapidly recovered.

Once recovered, he began swinging his sword again. After ten days of hellish training, he gained one more strike, reaching 231. Just as before, after unleashing that final strike, he lay flat on the ground right where he stood.

The further he trained, the more he felt that Zong Wu was terrifying — no, monstrous.

Because when he had fought Zong Wu before, Zong Wu had never once shown any sign of exhaustion. In fact, the more he fought, the more excited he became.

But soon, he let it go.

Think about it — how long had Zong Wu been training, and how long had he himself been at it?

Besides, Zong Wu had certainly been through countless great battles, while he was still only training now, without any real combat experience. Without the tempering of actual combat, his momentum could never truly transform.

Momentum forged through training and momentum forged through battle were worlds apart.

After resting, Ye Tianming continued drawing his sword. He wanted to first reach his absolute limit, then find a way to get into real combat.

Another month passed. He could now swing his sword 235 consecutive times. But this time, when he unleashed that final strike, his arm actually split open, blood spraying out.

He collapsed onto the ground, his consciousness growing hazy.

This time, he had truly reached his absolute limit.

“Not bad, not bad!”

Just then, a voice suddenly came from nearby.

It was Old Yang.

Ye Tianming didn’t open his eyes. He didn’t even have the strength to do that right now — not just to open his eyes, but even to circulate his cultivation technique.

That final strike had nearly broken him completely.

And so it went. It took a full two hours before his body slowly began to recover.

Beside him, Old Yang smiled. “Not bad, truly not bad. I have to say, this Wuzong’s ‘Invincible Fist’ is really something else. It’s a fist dao with no upper limit!”

Ye Tianming slowly sat up and looked at Old Yang. “Senior, do you know Senior Wuzong?”

Old Yang nodded. “We’ve crossed paths, but we weren’t very close.”

Ye Tianming smiled. “You know quite a lot of people, Senior.”

Old Yang laughed heartily. “Didn’t I tell you? I have quite a wide network, haha!”

Ye Tianming said, “I feel like I’ve already reached my limit now. To improve further…….”

Old Yang said, “Real combat.”

Ye Tianming looked at Old Yang. Old Yang smiled. “You want real combat, don’t you?”

Ye Tianming nodded. “Yes, but I need powerful opponents.”

Old Yang blinked. “I know a place, haha! Don’t worry — the opponents are guaranteed to be strong, absolutely to your satisfaction. And you won’t need to suppress your cultivation either. You can fight with everything you’ve got.”

Ye Tianming quickly asked, “Where?”

Old Yang smiled. “Come on, let me take you there!”

Ye Tianming immediately stood up and followed Old Yang toward the exit. As they walked, Old Yang suddenly broke into song. “There’s no one in the world like your mother…….”

Ye Tianming instinctively drew the Qingxuan Sword and swung it straight at Old Yang.

Damn it!

He absolutely could not take it anymore.