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Earth-level plane, the Academy of Heavens, Bai Susu's residence.
Ten altars stood tall, protected by transparent energy shields. On each altar was a person, either being conceived or cultivating, their cultivation levels rapidly increasing.
This place has been quiet for more than half a year.
On this day, the autumn wind was bleak, blowing the fallen leaves in the courtyard.
Suddenly, the energy shield on one of the altars disappeared, a powerful aura emanated from it, and dozens of scalpels of various shapes flew out, circling around the girl on the altar.
After a long time, the scalpels returned to the girl's body.
After a while, Yang Hongyan slowly opened her eyes, a mysterious light flashing in them: "I think I've reached the Ascension Realm?"
That's right, Yang Hongyan has reached the Ascension Realm. Her talent was already strong, and after being transformed by Yang Shen, especially after reaching the level of a monstrous genius, her cultivation speed is extremely fast.
Now, standing in the cultivation altar specially arranged by Yang Shen, his cultivation level is soaring like a rocket.
In just over half a year, she went from the original Butterfly Transformation Realm to the Ascension Realm, becoming the first person to emerge from seclusion.
Having grasped the mysteries of the Ascension Realm, Yang Hongyan stepped down from the altar and looked around, discovering that the environment had changed significantly since her seclusion.
First of all, the courtyard seems to have become larger, and many buildings have disappeared, as if they have been renovated.
Secondly, six more altars appeared in the courtyard, and two men and four women sat on them, immersed in cultivation.
However, because of the energy shield, the aura of the person inside could not be sensed.
"My brother said this is Bai Susu's residence, so there must be someone named Bai Susu here, right?"
Yang Hongyan quickly identified the woman on one of the altars because she was wearing a white dress, had an extremely beautiful face, and her age was impossible to tell from her face.
If nothing unexpected happens, that woman should be Bai Susu.
Yang Hongyan did not linger there and prepared to go find her brother.
Soon, he left the courtyard and searched the vast mansion.
Finally, she arrived at a secluded courtyard, where she saw an altar. On that altar was none other than Yun Zixin.
Upon seeing Yun Zixin, Yang Hongyan's expression became somewhat complicated, because she knew that this woman was her sister-in-law.
"What makes her worthy of my brother?"
Such a thought flashed through Yang Hongyan's mind, because she knew that her brother was a forbidden life, that her brother was noble, and that he was supreme.
Of course, this was just the younger sister and sister-in-law's perspective; she didn't offer any further comment.
As long as my brother is happy, that's all that matters.
Afterwards, Yang Hongyan continued her search for her brother.
However, after searching the entire courtyard, she couldn't find her brother. Instead, she discovered a large number of Tang swords in the room next to the altar where Yun Zixin was in seclusion.
Those Tang swords were scattered on the ground like trash, yet they shone brightly, making it clear at a glance that they were no ordinary swords.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Yang Hongyan saw a Tang sword at the door that was different from the other swords.
The knife is silver-white, plain and unadorned, and even appears to be unsharpened; it looks quite ordinary.
But the knife was stuck inside the door frame, instead of being thrown around.
"Did my brother make these knives?"
Yang Hongyan stretched out her delicate hand, about to pull out the Tang sword stuck in the door frame.
However, just as her hand grasped the hilt of the knife, her body suddenly trembled, and her consciousness was pulled into an illusion.
In that illusion, she drew her sword again and again, simply drawing it, slashing out with the sword in her hand time and time again.
Once, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times...
Yang Hongyan completely forgot the passage of time, relentlessly wielding her knife. She had forgotten that she was supposed to follow her brother, and she had forgotten her own predicament in reality.
With each strike, her understanding of the knife deepened, gradually becoming an instinct.
Ten thousand strikes, a million strikes, ten million strikes, a hundred million strikes!
Finally, in the illusion, at the moment Yang Hongyan struck the sword for the ten billionth time—
With a single slash, the void was cleaved in two, as if heaven and earth had been split in two.
"Whoosh!"
The illusion shatters!
Yang Hongyan's delicate body trembled, and she reflexively withdrew her hand, her beautiful eyes blank.
After a long while, she came to her senses and looked at the Tang sword stuck in the door frame. She felt a strange sense of familiarity with the sword.
No, it's not just this knife; every knife in the room evokes that sense of familiarity.
Yang Hongyan was surprised to find that she seemed to have grasped some kind of will.
"The intent of the sword?"
With a thought, she unleashed an extremely powerful sword intent, causing all the swords in the room to tremble, eager to fight. It seemed that with just a thought, the swords would automatically erupt and attack the enemy.
"This...is incredible!"
Yang Hongyan was shocked: "Did my brother leave this for me on purpose?"
She gripped the hilt of the Tang sword on the door frame again, and a scene flashed through her mind: Yang Shen was standing where she was now, casually slashing a few times, then satisfied with his intention to integrate the Tang sword into the door frame.
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Yang Hongyan was stunned again: "Brother just casually made a few slashes, and he comprehended such terrifying sword intent and integrated it into this sword?"
She really didn't know what to say. The gap was just too big, so big that it was despairing.
Just then, Yang Hongyan suddenly felt a sense of warmth and familiarity arise from her heart.
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