Chapter 820: Chen Huaian — Mahayana! …

Chen Huaian needs an incense stick of time to recover his true self.

at the same time……

Perhaps because his body had never experienced high-intensity combat on Earth, or perhaps because he had been experiencing super-cultivation for too long, Chen Huaian found that the bottlenecks that were almost impossible for ordinary cultivators to overcome seemed to not exist for him.

It takes the common practice for a cultivator to break through from the peak of the Void Realm to the Mahayana Realm, as long as he has the understanding of heaven and earth.

It requires extraordinary understanding.

You need to truly comprehend a Dao rhyme.

This rhythm can be applied to swordsmanship, knife skills, calligraphy, or even cooking and fishing... The Dao between heaven and earth is endless. Drawing a sword to cut water is the Dao, an iron pestle is the Dao of a needle, and water dripping through a stone is also the Dao. The Dao is the principle of heaven and earth, the pinnacle of perfection, and the ultimate rule for the operation of a world.

Looking back at everything I experienced in the Cangyun Realm.

Chen Huaian discovered that he had already mastered his own sword art.

He had already passed the most difficult level for all the cultivators in the Void Realm without even realizing it.

Not to mention that he has a sword heart, sword bones, or a body of the Supreme Dao. Even if he does not have these, it does not affect his breakthrough at this moment. The only thing he needs to do is to combine the sword dao he comprehended in the Cangyun Realm with the rules of the Earth Star, so that he can use the rules of the world on the Earth Star.

For Chen Huaian.

This only takes a stick of incense.

Baji looked at Chen Huaian deeply but did not reply.

What it should do at this moment is to separate its own identity from Chen Huaian.

The gods and Buddhas in heaven are its enemies, but they should not be Chen Huaian’s enemies at the moment.

Chen Huaian, the successor of Zulong, has the mission of subverting the heavens.

Therefore, Chen Huaian had to hide and accumulate strength secretly.

but……

It’s just a black crocodile, just kill it!

"Human monk, don't order the King around just because you helped him rebuild his body!"

Baji sneered, "King 녤 took the lead in dealing with this evil creature. If you had known better, you might as well have been his servant!"

As the words fell, Baji's fighting style became more and more crazy. He didn't care about any damage caused by the black crocodile. He used the tactic of hurting the enemy a thousand times and hurting himself a hundred times.

"Chen Huaian!" The black crocodile knew that something bad would happen if it continued like this. While resisting the Taotie, he said anxiously: "You heard it too! Taotie is an ancient ferocious beast and will never surrender itself to humans. So what if you saved its life?

That's just a shell and a life!

A true glutton still won’t take you seriously!

But we demon immortals are different. Since we can cultivate to become immortals, our bodies have already proved that our Taoism is pure and we are recognized by this world as people of great merit!

Now you join me in suppressing the Taotie!

This will help you accumulate merit for your future ascension to immortality!"

Chen Huaian knew that Baji had not forgotten him, and he had to cut off his identity for the sake of his big plan.

He didn't reply.

We are both servants and have our own tacit understanding.

Ba Ji is already stalling for time, he just needs to make a full breakthrough.

An opportunity is quietly approaching.

The world was at peace.

The sword energy at Chen Huaian's fingertips suddenly condensed without releasing it, and the golden light lingering around his body gradually turned pale blue, like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in March, entwined with the spiritual energy surrounding the heaven and earth.

Truly, the energy in his Dantian was like the rising tide of a spring river. As it traveled along the meridians throughout his body, it actually brought about subtle poetic rhythms - inaudible sounds, but the flowing Dao rhythms were full of meaning, like someone in the clouds softly chanting "There will be a time when the wind will break the waves", or like the wild words "I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon", quietly seeping into his sword path.

Although he closed his eyes, he could see the sword bones and sword heart in his body trembling.

Ordinary cultivators need to work hard to comprehend the “Rhythm of Tao”, but for him, it was like meeting an old friend again.

In front of the Sword Tomb in Jiange that year, when the sword energy swept away the flying snow, he realized "the world is at my disposal"; when he borrowed his body to slash the pressure of the Mahayana Demon Saint, he had a slight taste of "what can they do to me"; and the "Green Lotus Sword Classic" contains a thousand-year soul - the immortal poet was unrestrained when he wrote, slept drunkenly in Chang'an Street, and traveled the world freely with his sword.

"So that's how it is..." Chen Huaian's mind sank into the sword realm, and his body seemed to have become a phantom.

He felt that the rules of heaven and earth on Earth were closing in on him.

With the salty sea and gentle breeze, he no longer needs to "blend" with the outside world. Instead, he is like flowing water meeting a boat, naturally carrying him to a farther place.

The sword energy at the fingertips suddenly spread out, turning into thousands of green points.

There is a half-opened green lotus floating on his shoulder.

Some of it turned into fine moonlight, flowing around his wrist.

There was also a sword that drifted away on the sea breeze, even turning the lingering hurricane in the North Sea into a cotton-like smoke - this sword intent no longer had the oppression of before, only the word "free and easy" remained.

What is freedom?

Those who are free are not trapped by circumstances or bound by rules.

Like the wind blowing through the bamboo forest, it does not care about the bamboo joints; like the bright moon crossing the ocean, it does not care about the waves.

The fight between Baji and Wu Crocodile gradually stopped.

Even the black crocodile demon fairy was unconsciously immersed in the Taoist aura emanating from Chen Huaian.

Ba Ji's eyes were filled with shock. He clearly felt that there was not a single bit of ferocity in that sword intent, but it awe-inspired it more than any other fierce power—that was true "great freedom", something that all ancient ferocious beasts yearned for, freedom from being enslaved by the gods.

Jump out of the Three Realms and do not go anywhere.

"Boss, this is a bit scary..."

Baji narrowed his eyes.

Such a crucial moment of enlightenment must not be disturbed.

It stared at the black crocodile with its whole body tense.

Any movement of the crocodile would be met with a violent and violent attack from it.

Just at this time.

Boo——!

The energy in Chen Huaian's Dantian suddenly exploded.

The impact was not violent, but spread like ripples.

Each ripple is wrapped with a line of poetry, spreading across the sky and earth like ink.

"I was born to be useful" is arrogant.

"I will climb to the top of the world" is open and broad.

"The light boat has passed through thousands of layers"

These intentions intertwined with the sword arts, forming an inky black beam of light that shot up from above Chen Huaian's head. When it penetrated the clouds, it actually attracted purple air to roll in from the horizon.

The nine sky wells that were originally open and rushing towards the fairyland suddenly turned around at this moment, as if being pulled by the sword energy, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, converging on Chen Huaian's crown.

Chen Huaian's spiritual energy storm lasted for a full stick of incense.

"It's so relaxing..." Chen Huaian finally opened his eyes.

Green lotus was reflected in his pupils. When he raised his fingertips again, there was no earth-shattering sword energy. With just a light flick, a ray of green light floated towards the sea in front of the black crocodile.

Where the green light fell, a translucent green lotus actually blossomed on the sea surface.

The petals flow, and even the rules of heaven and earth can be transformed into "self-rhythm".

The golden light around him completely dissipated, replaced by a calmness that "hidden the edge in nothingness" - the cultivation of the Mahayana stage no longer required the deliberate display of strength, but was controlled as naturally as breathing, "I am the sword, the sword is me" in a harmonious way.

The sea breeze blew, and Chen Huaian's sleeves fluttered, as if he was about to take off with the wind, but he landed steadily on the sea surface, with his toes touching the waves, as if he was stepping on flat ground.

"An incense stick has arrived!"

He looked at the black crocodile, his voice still without any fluctuation.

"Now, you should die!"

As soon as the words fell, the clear sky suddenly darkened.

As Chen Huaian began to harbor murderous intent, the world around him became gloomy.

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