680 Reversing Life and Death, Everyone Can Be a Dragon

The lightning, like a thunder blade from the heavens, appeared even more fierce and domineering against the backdrop of flames. Its power descending from the sky could tear the void apart, revealing a deep and empty side, silent and deadly, and terrifying.

The towering ancient trees all around, the giant rocks that looked like sharp swords, and the mountains and rivers instantly vaporized.

It seemed to possess the power to shake the laws of heaven and earth; under the bombardment of flames and lightning, even the approaching giant rocks were as fragile and vulnerable as paper.

The towering ancient trees all around suddenly burst into flames, and the air became increasingly turbulent and roaring.

The deafening roar, like thunder, was like thousands of heavenly drums beating simultaneously, deafeningly loud!

The roar echoed throughout the heavens and earth, as if even the sky itself was shaken by the power of the thunder, emitting a rumbling echo.

In the void of air, the flames appeared as an almost transparent, incandescent white, frantically devouring the surrounding air and turning everything flammable into ashes.

The air was visibly distorted and warped by the heat, as if the very space itself had melted away with the flames.

In an instant, the surroundings turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the trees twisted in agony in the flames before finally turning to ashes.

The rocks and soil were also burned red-hot by the high temperature, and even began to melt, forming patches of flowing lava.

Heaven and earth weep!

All things are filled with sorrow!

He Chen slowly woke up, waved his hand, and all the power instantly dissipated.

His gaze, deep and penetrating, fell upon the ruins before him, and he thought to himself, 'He's gotten stronger again.'

A power that controls heaven and earth, capable of destroying the world, is in his hands; he controls life and death.

He stood silently and solemnly.

In his hand, the Gentleman's Blade was held, its spirit still dormant.

But that doesn't stop it; as it slowly gathers together, the body acts as a bridge, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth—it's magical and magnificent!

A power, like a dragon emerging from the abyss, slowly condensed, resembling the holy light of a lotus flower, pure, noble, and divine.

Power cannot be perceived by the naked eye, yet it seems to contain endless vitality and hope.

With a single slash, it seemed as if the entire universe had been severed, and the very space trembled.

At this moment, a shocking scene unfolded before my eyes, as if the laws of life and death had been reversed.

Within a radius of ten miles.

As the blade fell, those once withered and towering trees seemed to hear the call of life and began to slowly radiate new vitality.

On their bark, cracks appear as if withered trees are coming back to life, and tender green branches and leaves begin to grow.

Those branches that were once scorched stood upright again at this moment, sprouting new buds.

One strike can cleave heaven and earth; one strike can grant life and death.

Life and death, life and death, there is death, but there is also life!

He Chen watched all this quietly, a faint joy welling up in his heart.

He thought to himself, 'This sword technique seems to require further study. The Dragon Slayer Technique and the Mad Dragon Slash—truly wondrous sword techniques of the world.'

And this Heaven and Earth Sword Technique is even more captivating.

Unconsciously, he released his divine sense and sensed the terrifying power of the sword technique. The traces of the sword technique were left within a ten-mile radius and were now slowly disappearing.

A single strike could cleave the heavens and earth like a divine stroke of genius; with a single stroke, it could unleash the power of heaven and earth, like a giant dragon breaking through the sky and tearing apart the firmament.

He Chen couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. In just a few hours of cultivation and enlightenment, he felt as if he had crossed one martial arts peak after another.

My mindset became more open, and my understanding of swordsmanship deepened.

Just like the creation of cultivation techniques, nowadays, with just a few flicks of the fingers, cultivation techniques can be condensed into beams of light and shadow, directly imprinted into the cultivator's sea of ​​consciousness.

The speed was unimaginable.

In the blink of an eye, a thousand years of experience can be condensed into a powerful force and injected into the cultivator's consciousness. If the cultivator is exceptionally talented, this force can help them soar to great heights.

In contrast, in the past, if a practitioner wanted to acquire a skill, they often had to overcome countless obstacles and various difficulties, spending years of their life, and in the end, it still depended on talent, opportunity, and comprehension.

Now, with just a wave of the hand and a few flicks of the fingers, the once unattainable and difficult-to-cultivate techniques flow out like water, instantly flooding into the cultivator's mind.

If this were to spread, it would likely be like a raging storm, sweeping everything away in an instant.

Moreover, the inheritance contains the essence and insights of predecessors' cultivation, which flash in the blink of an eye, illuminating the path ahead for practitioners.

The tedious oral and hands-on instruction of the past is now like the faint light of a firefly, weak and dim. The contrast between the two is like heaven and earth.

It's simply a miracle, like something out of a myth.

He Chen smiled inwardly, thinking to himself, 'Indeed, an orderly lineage is the only way to trace things. Following in the footsteps of predecessors can save a lot of detours. The lineage of major sects has its own reasons.'

But it doesn't matter if I don't have it.

Such exquisite and unparalleled methods of inheritance are probably not lacking even by supreme beings like the Holy Emperor and the Sage of Literature.

Even if there is some cost, some copies can still be passed down.

The way of inheritance is indeed ancient and profound, like the Milky Way falling from the heavens, stretching endlessly.

He shook his head slightly and muttered to himself, 'Such a lineage likely has many limitations and too many potential problems.'

Otherwise, Emperor Wu would have sprung up like bamboo shoots, everywhere.

Wouldn't the martial arts world descend into chaos?

If these cultivators were truly being mass-produced, then it would probably be...

Martial saints are everywhere, but martial emperors are less than dogs.

How much of it is real, and how much is fake?

If the path of inheritance were so simple, how many of the martial emperors who spring up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, though seemingly numerous, are truly powerful and how many are merely pretenders?

Or perhaps, long ago, was this how it was in the world, with powerful beings everywhere and martial emperors being less than dogs?

Even immortal gods exist, one or two of them, witnessing the eternity of time and remaining immortal and indestructible.

If the spiritual energy were ten times more concentrated, ordinary people would probably be able to cultivate without relying on large amounts of physical bodies and pills.

I shook my head slightly, slowly clearing away the unrealistic thoughts from my mind.

Everyone is like a dragon, a gathering of heroes, a hundred boats racing, and everyone aspires to be like that.

But the number of outstanding individuals is always limited.

Moreover, there are only a handful of people who are truly unparalleled and of the highest caliber throughout history.

Putting aside my thoughts, such a legacy must be extremely precious, and I cannot do it casually, unless...

The image of turning beans into soldiers, cutting paper into horses, taming beasts and subduing demons, and turning stones into gold came to mind, and I smiled gently.

He Chen absorbed all the energy in his body, and the surroundings slowly regained their vitality. The chirping of insects, the singing of birds, and the gentle sound of the stream made everything seem as before.

He Chen paused for a moment, carefully sensing the rate at which the surrounding spiritual energy was recovering. It seemed as if he had absorbed all the spiritual energy around him.

Looking around, he found that the spiritual energy was not recovering as quickly as he had expected; in fact, it seemed rather slow.