679 A Single Slash That Cuts Through Heaven and Earth

The sound was like rolling thunder, covering an area of ​​a thousand miles, instantly shrouded in mist, with vegetation flying wildly and chaos reigning.

Suddenly, He Chen moved with lightning speed, like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky.

He Chen's senses seemed to be magnified infinitely at this moment, and every inch of land and every blade of grass within a radius of a thousand miles was clearly reflected in his mind.

His figure moved swiftly and lightly through the mountains and forests, landing almost silently with each step, disappearing from the spot in the blink of an eye.

His hands seemed to have a magnetic force; whenever he touched a medicinal herb, he could accurately pull it out.

He plucked the medicinal herbs one by one, then put them into his mouth as easily as swallowing candy. His throat seemed like a bottomless pit, swallowing up any amount of medicinal herbs that poured in instantly.

He Chen searched for, picked up, and devoured spiritual herbs in the mountains and forests, his figure as fast as lightning.

He Chen's expression was clear as he whispered, "Transform."

Completely unleashed, He Chen's spiritual energy vortex was now like a greedy black hole, frantically devouring all the spiritual energy around him.

It was as if an invisible giant maw had opened between heaven and earth, drawing in all the spiritual energy within a thousand miles.

The spiritual energy gathered, forming torrents of spiritual energy in the air, surging and turbulent, like rivers overflowing and surging endlessly.

Strange phenomena were occurring all around He Chen.

Some trembling demonic beasts watched from afar, only to see He Chen standing among them, like an immortal god!

His body was enveloped in endless light, so intense that it was like the blazing sun overhead, illuminating everything around him and causing it to lose its color.

Within the light, a vortex of spiritual energy could be vaguely seen spinning wildly, devouring everything around it, as if it were about to engulf the entire Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Within a radius of a thousand miles, the once tranquil mountains and forests were now filled with howling winds and flying sand and stones.

Under this strange phenomenon, the towering ancient trees swayed precariously, like scarecrows swept by a raging wind. The birds and beasts scattered in terror.

The clouds in the sky were also drawn by this strange phenomenon, churning and surging as if they were about to coalesce into some terrifying shape. Within those clouds, lightning flashed, as if the wrath of heaven and earth was about to unleash punishment.

He Chen, however, seemed detached from the situation, his eyes closed and his face calm and serene.

The strange phenomenon lasted for a full half hour. He Chen slowly opened his eyes, and at that moment, the killing point rushed towards him.

Kill Points: 13.179 million

As for swordsmanship, the swordsmanship is: one slash cuts three thousand times. Currently, one slash cuts one thousand five hundred times. Upgrading one slash requires one thousand kill points.

Without the slightest hesitation, He Chen upgraded his swordsmanship.

One and a half million kill points vanished instantly.

Sword Technique: One Strike, Three Thousand Cuts; Currently, One Strike, Three Thousand Cuts.

Instantly, the sword technique slowly coalesced into one, and the sword technique transformed.

Swordsmanship: One strike cleaves heaven and earth; [Three thousand combined to cut through illusion]

At this moment, He Chen closed his eyes and gazed intently. The divine bell covering his body was like an ancient bell, as if it came from ancient times, passed down through generations, and remained indestructible through the ages.

Inside the Divine Bell Shield, the person with closed eyes was completely absorbed in their swordsmanship.

Having experienced countless sword techniques, created by mortals and by cultivators.

Learn from heaven, earth, and humanity; understand the power of nature; everywhere is a potential weapon.

He Chen's swordsmanship, honed through countless trials, finally seemed to have reached its peak at this moment.

The ancient, gentlemanly longsword in his hand seemed to embody the essence of heaven and earth, gleaming with a chilling light.

With a swing of his sword, it seemed as if three thousand slashes erupted simultaneously.

The three thousand slashes were unleashed simultaneously, like three thousand, thirty thousand, three million different sword techniques: Crimson Heart Circle, Soul Manipulation Three Songs, Mad Dragon Eight Slashes, Sorrowful Dragon Slash, World-Destroying Blade, Reverse Killing Blade, Returning Dragon Slash, Eight Forms of God-Slaying, Sumeru Zen Void Slash...

Various sword techniques, each sweeping in like a raging storm, each strike containing boundless power and sharpness, each one a perfect transcendence.

It's as if it can cut all illusions into nothingness.

With a single slash, it seemed as if it could sever time and space, exposing all those illusory existences one by one.

Those illusions that were originally hidden in the shadows were as fragile as paper under his blade, easily destroyed.

In the dim light, a slash appeared, as if a world filled with flames and teeming with monsters could be seen, but it vanished in a flash, like a dream.

The three thousand slashes combined into one, instantly sublimating into a single slash that could cleave the universe. Wherever it passed, the surrounding sounds seemed to be swallowed up by an invisible force, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

At this moment, the surroundings became deathly silent, as if even the wind had stopped breathing.

The birdsong, the chirping of insects, and the rustling of leaves all vanished without a trace under the influence of this force.

The whole world seemed to have been muted; everything became quiet and eerie, like death.

Only a sliver of light flashed, cutting through space, seemingly shattering the barrier.

The sound of thunder roared within his body, and the surrounding wind of blades was like sharp blades, cutting through everything in front of him as easily as slicing tofu.

Under the impact of this force, the towering ancient tree seemed to be frozen in a certain moment, its branches and leaves motionless, and even the falling leaves seemed to be frozen in time.

He Chen sheathed his sword and stood there, carefully experiencing the power of a single strike that could sever three thousand lives. When combined, these three thousand strikes could sever one's fortune, life force, and primordial spirit in a single blow, without needing a second strike to finish it off.

There seems to be more.

It was as if even the air around us was too scared to breathe.

It was as if, after a mere snap of the fingers, the sense of desolation that enveloped the world suddenly burst open like a torn curtain.

The sound, like a long-suppressed flood, surged forth instantly, sweeping across the land.

All around!

The wind was like a roaring beast, and the thunder was like the roar of a god!

Everything seemed to have returned to calm.

He Chenwei calmed down.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he slowly woke up.

Seeing that there were still 11.679 million kill points left, he turned his gaze to the cultivation method.

Inner Power Technique: Thunderfire Inner Power Technique has 4000 levels, each level requires 10,000 points.

Use 10 million kill points.

Instantly, the cultivation technique reached level 5000: Thunderfire Cultivation Technique.

Instantly, the entire body, from the outside in, and even the mind and consciousness could not escape it.

For a time, He Chen was immersed in the ancient cultivation of time.

During cultivation, his body was as if it had unleashed the most violent thunder and fire power in the world.

The mental technique activated automatically, and flames and lightning, uncontrollable and raging like a raging dragon, roared out from his body.

The flames were reddish-purple, then blackish-purple, as if they could burn everything, both tangible and intangible.

The thunderbolts were like the furious hammer of a god, with the god's full power pouring down in anger, each bolt containing the power to destroy the heavens and the earth and overturn the universe.

Immersed in enlightenment, He Chen's body was surrounded by flames like a raging beast, rampaging wildly under the guidance of lightning, engulfing everything around him in the blazing fire, not even sparing the air.