Chapter 222
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Chapter 222: Initial Comprehension of Sword Intent
The ancestors of the Heavenly Sword Sect had left a treasure within the Great Qin Empire. This was no ordinary hoard like the Hualun Secret Vault—it belonged to a Heavenly Tribulation Realm king, rivaling the leaders of the Eight Major Sects, and held unimaginable cultivation techniques and pills.
Ye Yun hadn’t expected the sect’s true secret to be this. If genuine, it was staggering. If the current Heavenly Sword Sect could unlock this treasure, they might rise to prominence within decades, becoming a top force in the empire.
“Ancestor, is this true?”
“I knew you’d doubt it. The sect’s records never mentioned this over millennia. But once your cultivation reaches Foundation Establishment, we’ll journey to the Great Qin Empire and locate the treasure,” the Ancestor of the Sword Path replied.
“Do you know its location? Or is there more?” Ye Yun pressed. If he could swiftly advance to Foundation Establishment and find the treasure, his future potential would be limitless.
“The treasure is heavily guarded. Without the proper method to unlock it and evade traps, even a Heavenly Tribulation Realm expert could be harmed,” the Ancestor said proudly.
Ye Yun grinned. “So you know how to open it. Once I reach Foundation Establishment, we’ll head to the capital.”
The Ancestor’s tone turned grave. “Though you’re only at the second stage of Qi refining, your power rivals the pinnacle of that stage. Even a first-level Foundation Establishment cultivator might fall to you. You lack heaven’s favor, yet your fortune and talent are exceptional. Reach the Qi refining pinnacle, and we’ll depart.”
“Why wait?” Ye Yun asked.
“In the Great Qin Empire, Foundation Establishment experts draw attention, while Qi refining cultivators are commonplace. This secrecy will aid our search for the treasure and my second spirit fragment,” the Ancestor explained.
Ye Yun nodded. The plan was sound. His task now was to reach the Qi refining pinnacle—no simple feat. The Cleansing Immortal Heart Technique demanded perfect balance between body and true qi. Any imbalance halted progress.
Each breakthrough had been arduous. Stuck at the first Qi refining level, his true qi had maxed out, yet advancement eluded him until guidance and the Fire Dragon Cave’s pressure forced a breakthrough. Now, even with resources, reaching the pinnacle might take over a decade.
Foundation Establishment was another hurdle. Unlike Qi refining, which required raw true qi, it demanded profound comprehension of the heavens. Each step hinged on enlightenment.
“I must rest. My spirit has weakened over millennia. Only disturb me for emergencies or insurmountable cultivation hurdles. Once you reach the Qi refining pinnacle, we leave,” the Ancestor said wearily, his spirit frayed from centuries in the Fire Dragon Cave and now languishing in the Soul Turning Tower.
Ye Yun nodded silently.
Moonlight bathed the quiet courtyard.
Ye Yun sat cross-legged, mind still. The courtyard’s restrictions muted all sound—no insects, no wind. Outside, the world was invisible, but the stars glimmered above.
A purple light shadow shimmered in his palm, rippling outward to envelop him.
To an observer, he’d seem fused with the space around him, serene and unmoving.
His eyes snapped open, a glint flashing as he raised the Purple Shadow Sword.
The blade trembled, thunder rumbling, frost spreading. The strike fused his techniques: the Thundercloud Lightning Sword’s first two moves, Ice Sealing a Thousand Miles, and basic swordplay.
But he pushed further. As the sword shook, a storm cloud materialized, lightning striking the blade. He tried weaving the third move—Divine Thunder Annihilation—into the Born as a Sword. Yet this move, barely grasped, resisted integration. Only perfected techniques could merge seamlessly into the Born as a Sword.
The first two moves were instinctual, but the third faltered. Still, Ye Yun’s expression remained calm.
He thrust the sword forward—slow yet swift, carrying an indomitable, world-defying momentum.
This was the Born as a Sword’s essence: techniques amplified by the wielder’s resolve. Ye Yun’s ambitions now stretched beyond the Heavenly Sword Sect to the Jiaoyue Dynasty and the Eight Major Sects. His strikes embodied this soaring intent—the seed of his sword intent. If mastered, it would crystallize into his unique Sword Path.
Each thrust varied subtly. Had the Ancestor or Elder Seven witnessed this, they’d marvel at his talent. His sword intent solidified rapidly, boosting his strength even without full mastery.
Dawn approached, staining the horizon crimson.
Ye Yun sheathed his sword, invigorated. The nascent sword intent had refined his true qi and body. Legends claimed mastery turned one’s body into a blade—the pinnacle of sword intent. The true Sword Path remained mythical, but Ye Yun edged closer.
“My offensive skills suffice, and the Cleansing Immortal Heart Technique meets my needs. Now, I require defensive tactics, movement techniques, and alchemy. Wasting the Thunder Sound Metamorphosis ring’s treasures would be foolish,” he mused, eyeing Shadowless Peak through the mist.
A hundred Contribution Points seemed meager for high-tier Celestial Techniques in the Zang Wu Pavilion or rare pills.
“Rumors say Contribution Points can be transferred. Perhaps I’ll… acquire some,” he murmured, smirking.
