Xiao Lingchuan felt that in the blink of an eye, the world had undergone tremendous changes.
One second he risked everything to hide in the Zongheng Mountains, and the next second he returned to the familiar Yunxiao Peak, his natal spirit sword, which had been broken, was completely intact.
His master, who had been seriously injured and unconscious in his memory, had awakened and his strength had even increased to a higher level. The sect leader and the peak masters treated him with unprecedented kindness, and apologized to him one by one as soon as they met.
He dealt with the sect leader and peak masters in a daze, and finally his master told him to go back to seclusion to consolidate his cultivation.
He did as instructed without thinking.
He activated the array at the cave entrance, sat cross-legged, but couldn't get into the zone for a long time. However, his tense shoulders quietly sank in, and he let out a long breath.
He is safe now, and his master is also fine.
It was only then that he realized that his cultivation had reached the Spirit King realm, and his spiritual power was condensed and powerful, but he could not unleash it because his mental state was lacking.
This is impossible in theory. When spiritual cultivation is stuck at a bottleneck and cannot be broken through, it is often due to the limitation of one's state of mind. It is impossible for one's cultivation level to increase before one's state of mind has been broken through.
He spent a day sorting out the extra memories in his mind, understanding the truth of this world, and also the truth of everything that had happened in the past.
He murmured, "Did someone help me through my body?"
The newcomer dared to confront the tribulation lightning with his sword energy, pointing his sword towards the sky and forcing the tribulation lightning to retreat, causing the heavens to yield.
This level of ability led him to redefine his future goals.
Yitian murmured softly, and as the man and the sword spirit resonated, Xiao Lingchuan understood its meaning.
It is endorsing his words.
"Yitian, do you know his name? Where is he from?"
Yitian naturally couldn't answer him, as that being didn't communicate with it at all.
"It's a pity I didn't have a chance to thank him."
Yitian echoed. He was angry that his chance to repay a debt of gratitude had been snatched away.
Xiao Lingchuan didn't have any particular thoughts about the idea that this world was a book and he was the protagonist. He believed that the efforts he had made were worthy of this favor bestowed by Heaven.
As for the outsider Li Chen and his system, Xiao Lingchuan couldn't help but feel resentful, but the past is the past, and he had to look forward.
He remembered the jade tablet that the man had left behind and quickly pressed it to his brow. A large amount of information flooded his mind, and for a moment he seemed to understand something. But when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't grasp anything. He only knew that the man was researching a magical artifact that could be used even without cultivation.
After a moment's thought, he decided to stabilize his cultivation before starting his research.
Cultivation has no end, but once this magic weapon is refined, ordinary people who have suffered from the harm of evil cultivators will be protected. Even if it takes a hundred years, it can save many more people a hundred years, so why not?
After a period of seclusion, Xiao Lingchuan felt that he had made little progress. After informing his master, he went out to gain experience.
His first stop was the Zongheng Mountain Range. He knew that he would definitely encounter danger if he went in with his current pseudo-Spirit King strength, but he still wanted to see the place where the person used sword energy to withstand thunder.
Perhaps there will be residual sword intent, which will be of some help to him.
Deep in the mountains, the Crimson Dragon opened its eyes, then curled up into a ball, humming as it covered the bald patches on its back, cursing the two bastards, Xuanwu, in its heart.
The other spirit beasts were traumatized, and upon recognizing this aura, those who could run away fled.
Today, the Zongheng Mountains are quieter than ever before.
Xiao Lingchuan found the cave that had been razed to the ground based on his memory. Yitian appeared and led him to a big tree. He then lifted the hilt of his sword and made him look up. A square stone was stuck in the tree.
Xiao Lingchuan climbed the tree, and the moment he touched the rock, his mind was shaken. He hurriedly set up a protective array and entered a state of enlightenment. He had experienced this once before and knew it was a sudden enlightenment.
He stared almost obsessively at the suspended, transparent sword, watching it being grasped by a hand and becoming unstoppable.
There are no fancy moves, just the simplest chop, sweep, flick, and thrust...
It felt like an eternity had passed, like the changing of the world, yet it also felt like only a breath. He recovered from that strange feeling, eagerly grasped his natal spirit sword, and swung it out smoothly.
It was an indescribable change, but he could feel his state of mind improving.
He spent another year traveling the world, during which he encountered two evil practitioners who were harming ordinary villages, which strengthened his resolve.
He had taken the time to thoroughly understand the knowledge contained in the jade tablet, and after returning to Cloud Peak, he began to work on its creation.
The man chose ordinary materials when considering them, and he collected quite a lot of them that year.
He was full of confidence, thinking he could make it, but he failed dozens of times in a row. He went to ask the peak master of Wuyang Peak, who asked in surprise, "Why did you suddenly think of tinkering with this?"
Xiao Lingchuan then spoke, but still concealed the presence of that person.
After hearing his explanation, the peak master of Wuyang Peak looked slightly different and asked, "Is this the idea of the previous person?"
Xiao Lingchuan was taken aback, then nodded hesitantly.
"Ling Chuan, I understand what you and he mean, but have you considered the cost?"
He was stunned again.
"With thirty-six states and a population of tens of billions, even if each family has one, the amount of low-grade spirit stones needed is immeasurable. There are only so many spirit mines on the continent. Even if they can provide for a while, they cannot supply for a long time. And evil cultivators cannot be eradicated."
"Furthermore, only spirit weapon masters can do these things. Once it starts, all spirit weapon masters will have to devote all their time to it. How do you convince them to spend their time on this? And how do you convince the various sects and families to contribute the spirit veins they possess?"
Xiao Lingchuan remained silent for a long time before saying, "He proposed that we could create 'batteries' to store spiritual energy."
"Like I said, can an ordinary person do this?"
Xiao Lingchuan looked confused as he left. The peak master of Wuyang Peak sent a message to his master.
Yuqing called the person over, but Xiao Lingchuan said first, "Master, let me think about it myself. I can figure it out."
He remembered the part about Li Chen searching souls, and he had some understanding of Li Chen's previous world. He also vaguely understood that the person wanted to use spiritual power as electricity. So after understanding the basic principle, he thought that if the people in that world could do it, he could too.
But the two worlds are ultimately different.
He voluntarily entered the Cliff of Repentance, spent seven days in deep meditation, put down the jade tablet, and began to focus on cultivation.
He is a spirit sword master whose greatest reliance is his sword. He has learned to break through all laws with a single sword strike. He cannot kill all evil cultivators, nor can he protect everyone, because he is human.
He's just an individual.
...
At the transit hotel, Di Xiu, preoccupied with unfinished business, entered the entertainment room and switched to weapon-refining mode.
Time passed slowly. He tossed aside the half-finished product he had made and rubbed his forehead.
He also discovered the same problem.
It's useless for spiritual practitioners and can't be popularized by ordinary people; it's a waste of money.
[As I wrote, I realized that the magic formula I came up with on a whim is still difficult to implement. Sigh, that's a bit of a regret.]
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