Within the Sword Pavilion, the journey of all the quasi-emperors of the Wuji Holy Land, from entering into the practice of swordsmanship to developing their own methods, is almost completely preserved.
Although there are no swordsmanship moves, every stone tablet inscribed with ancient characters is a flash of their inspiration, and every sword mark left contains their extremely pure sword intent.
When ordinary people come here, it looks like a mess and they have no idea where to start.
Su Chen, on the other hand, devoted himself to research in the Jiange, but was completely immersed in it.
It was as if he was the quasi-emperor who had been practicing since he was young and rising, testing the swords of all the world's heroes, practicing the skills left by his predecessors or creating his own swordsmanship, and finally reaching the peak state.
This all stems from the resonance of Kenshin!
Although based on his current swordsmanship attainments, he is still unable to fully understand the quasi-emperor's swordsmanship, but while it has opened his eyes, he has also gained many new insights into the swordsmanship path he has cultivated.
One building after another...
Every time Su Chen entered a sword pavilion, it was like experiencing the life of a quasi-emperor.
Although there are only fragmentary fragments, although many of the principles are not yet understandable to him, although many places are extremely mysterious and even contrary to common sense... he can always see through the fog and capture the light that is beneficial to him!
Gradually, he has gone from a beginner in swordsmanship to a master and a grandmaster... He has continuously improved and perfected the practice system that he lacked before.
Only with strong accumulation, experience and even knowledge and vision can we lay a solid foundation and continue to stride forward to reach the goal!
This is a very critical point!
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Doushen Mountain, the top of the mountain.
Saint Feiyu, who always looked sad, came here again to pay homage to Saint Wuji.
"Su Chen, how have you been doing lately?"
Holy Lord Wuji was the first to ask.
"Master, he has caused quite a lot of trouble recently. When he first arrived, he directly challenged the Son Party, and then he had a conflict with the Saint Party... He is really not a peaceful person!"
Feiyu Saint shook his head and sighed.
"what are you worried about?"
Holy Lord Wuji continued to ask, his tone still extremely calm.
"Although his strength is good, his temperament is too unrestrained. The disciples are worried that he will break the existing balance of the Holy Land, causing unnecessary troubles and even causing confusion."
Feiyu Sage said, the worry between his brows became more intense.
For the current Wuji Holy Land, once the hearts of the people are distracted, I am afraid that the entire Holy Land will fall apart without the help of outsiders.
The world is prosperous, and everyone is here for profit.
Especially for Wuji Holy Land, which is currently unable to make ends meet, it is difficult to say how loyal the disciples still are.
"Do you know why you have never been able to reach the realm of Sword Saint?"
Holy Lord Wuji was silent for a moment before speaking slowly.
Feiyu Saint's face darkened, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of confusion and unwillingness.
As a direct descendant of the Holy Lord, becoming a Sword Master is not the ultimate goal for her, but it is a step that must be taken, but she has not been able to achieve it so far.
It became an eternal pain in her heart.
"Because you have lost your courage!"
Holy Lord Wuji sighed.
"courage?"
Saint Feiyu raised his eyebrows, extremely unconvinced.
She watched helplessly as each of her uncles, sisters and brothers entered the wormhole and never returned, leaving only a mess for her to deal with. She was able to hold on until now and barely maintained the normal operation of the Holy Land.
Sometimes, death is not the scariest thing.
When all relatives and friends disappear one by one, and only you are left, and you are unable to change, you are the most painful.
She asked herself that her courage was not weaker than that of any man in the world.
Even if she has not entered the realm of Sword Saint, her strength is far beyond that of ordinary saints, so why should she be timid?
"A true brave man should be fearless. I am invincible!"
"And you have long lost your enterprising spirit, and have even worried about gains and losses, and then you have become more partial to the art of checks and balances. But have you ever seen a powerful person in history who is self-reliant and who doesn't keep the whole world in submission?"
Saint Lord Wuji's words were like a sharp sword, piercing Saint Feiyu's heart.
As Holy Lord Wuji said, the art of checks and balances can maintain temporary peace, but let alone the rise of ZTE, the final result will only be to indulge in illusory peace and accelerate toward destruction.
A truly strong man speaks his word and cannot change the way of heaven.
Hear the order in the morning and follow it in the evening. No one from all corners of the country dares to disobey!
Feiyu Saint was silent.
She asked herself, she had indeed lost that ambition, but it was also gradually erased in the dire straits of the Wuji Holy Land.
"Master, do you really believe that Su Chen can do it?"
Saint Feiyu was still unconvinced, and even his tone of voice lost respect.
"Without you, he might not be able to do it, but with your dedication and preparation over the years, he will definitely be able to bring about changes in our Wuji Holy Land, and even affect the entire Xuantian Realm!"
Holy Lord Wuji's words were full of confidence and regret at the same time.
"Master knows that I have suffered a lot from you, my disciple."
"But in our Holy Land of Wuji, the predecessors have always planted trees, and the descendants can enjoy the shade. The founder of Wuji did not hesitate to become a demon and died, and Empress Qinglian did not hesitate to kill herself, but also passed down the secret of the sword, just for us and other future generations to understand. Find a way to restrain the Six Paths Demonic Sword... This is what sword masters of all ages have done, I hope you don't hate being a master!"
At this moment, Holy Lord Wuji completely lost the majesty of a quasi-emperor, and was just an elder, treating his children with gentle words.
Feiyu Sage cried.
This was the first time she shed tears since she took on the important task of Wuji Holy Land.
She understood her master's painstaking efforts, but at the same time she felt sad for herself.
"Next, what instructions does Master have?"
Saint Feiyu wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes firmly and regained his composure.
"Let nature take its course. If he can't bear it, he will come to me."
The Way of the Infinite Holy Lord.
Feiyu Saint nodded, then bowed before leaving.
"If he comes to me, it means I have misjudged the person."
After Saint Feiyu left, Saint Wuji sighed and murmured to himself.
After Saint Feiyu left Doushen Mountain, he recruited the elders of the Promotion Hall.
The Promotion Hall is responsible for the promotion of all disciples, elders, etc. in the Holy Land. The elders in charge of the Hall are also experienced experts at the peak semi-saint level, but they are still extremely humble in front of Feiyu Saint.
"Tomorrow the edict to canonize the Holy Son will be released!"
Sage Feiyu ordered with an indifferent expression.
"The original plan was not to hold the canonization ceremony, then..."
The elders of the Promotion Hall looked puzzled.
He has been in the Wuji Holy Land much longer than Saint Feiyu. Of course, he understands that once this holy edict is issued, the Holy Son Party, the Holy Woman Party, and even the entire Holy Land will have to explode. By then, it will definitely be out of control. .
"This is the Holy Lord's order!"
Saint Feiyu silenced the elders of the Promotion Hall with just one sentence.
After the elder of the Promotion Hall left angrily, Saint Feiyu's sharp eyes turned towards the direction of the sword pavilion.
"Time is running out, I have to give you more fire!"
Feiyu Saint's eyes were filled with determination.
