Chu Yang never imagined that he would have the experience of being trapped alone in a secret room.
Although he sensed something, the thought of the treasures passed down in Hidden Sword Mountain made it difficult for him to calm down.
“There’s no use in being anxious,” Jiang Wuyuan said to Chu Yang. “Why don’t you sit down and concentrate on your cultivation?”
Chu Yang was startled when he heard Jiang Wuyuan's words.
When did he become so impatient?
Seeing Chu Yang's somewhat solemn expression, Jiang Wuyuan also gained a new understanding of the mystery surrounding this grand hall.
Is it possible to stir up emotions hidden deep in a person's heart without them even realizing it?
Jiang Wuyuan carefully examined the sensations and did not feel any discomfort.
Is it because the effect on him is not obvious, or is there something else?
However, Jiang Wuyuan did not voice this speculation.
However, the sword spirit, which had been missing for a long time, suddenly spoke.
This is a formation.
"Teacher!" Jiang Wuyuan was pleasantly surprised.
Jiang Wuyuan was a little worried because the Blade Spirit had been out of contact for a long time, but it seems that nothing bad has happened.
[Teacher, are you talking about this formation that can affect people's emotions?]
"Yes, it's truly rare." The sword spirit's voice carried a hint of emotion. "An ancient method used to test one's character."
The more distracting thoughts you have, the more susceptible you are to the influence of the formation. It seems the formation's influence on you is negligible. It's the young man beside you who seems to be carrying a heavy burden.
Jiang Wuyuan silently agreed in his mind.
He didn't know much about Chu Yang, so he couldn't comment.
Blade & Soul didn't bring up the topic any further.
I vaguely remember some things about Misty Peak.
Jiang Wuyuan became interested upon hearing the intelligence.
"This was a great sect from ancient times. Its name was renowned throughout the land back then, and it existed for approximately tens of millions of years," the sword spirit said softly.
Tens of millions of years?
Jiang Wuyuan was shocked; the number was somewhat unbelievable to him.
As if seeing through Jiang Wuyuan's shock, the sword spirit chuckled.
What's so surprising? Cultivators have very long lifespans. You should be able to sense it, even though you're only a Great Martial Master now, living for four or five hundred years is definitely not a problem.
A Saint Realm expert like your master could live for tens of thousands of years if he died of old age.
Unfortunately, lifespan has never been the root cause of death in this world; conflict is.
Jiang Wuyuan naturally understood this principle.
Very few people live to a ripe old age; most perish on the path of pursuing extreme limits.
The sea of people is vast, yet only a handful of them manage to reach the other side.
"Regarding Misty Peak, I don't remember the specifics, but I do recall a special inheritance within Hidden Sword Mountain." The sword spirit skipped the previous topic and continued, "Have you ever heard of sword formations?"
No.
【It's normal not to know.】The sword spirit snorted arrogantly twice. 【The person who developed this special attack method back then was a famous sword cultivator, and also the first lord of Hidden Sword Mountain.】
He possesses the power to fill seas and split mountains. Legend has it that he can even cleave the heavens with a single sword strike.
Jiang Wuyuan harbored longings.
He will meet many predecessors in his life, and he will always admire their wonderful lives.
The legacy should remain in Hidden Sword Mountain on Misty Peak. You're really lucky, kid, you always seem to run into these kinds of good things. It's true, the heavens are always giving you a piece of cake.
Jiang Wuyuan responded helplessly.
He didn't think it was good luck.
Along with his gains came increasingly difficult predicaments and dangers.
This was something he earned through his own abilities, nothing else.
"Young man, you must know that luck is also a part of strength," the sword spirit's voice murmured.
At this point, Jiang Wuyuan remained noncommittal.
"Alright, you can figure out the rest yourself." The sword spirit yawned.
He felt his memory gradually returning, and he could recall more things.
However, such an action would consume the power He had accumulated over so many years, so He still needs to sleep continuously.
Yes, teacher.
Jiang Wuyuan responded, and seeing that the sword spirit did not respond for a long time, he knew that it had probably fallen into a deep sleep again.
The boy frowned slightly.
He had asked the sword spirit if there was any spiritual object that could help Him restore His power, but unfortunately, the sword spirit himself couldn't give a clear answer.
Having known the Sword Spirit for so many years, he had never seen it in person, and even its form of existence was vague to him.
After all... the sword spirit seems to exist detached from its physical form.
As for the sword spirit's true form, it doesn't even know where it is.
Thinking of this, Jiang Wuyuan was speechless.
However, upon thinking that sword spirits could accumulate energy by sleeping, Jiang Wuyuan felt relieved.
In short, it can still be maintained for the time being.
Once he becomes stronger, he will definitely help the sword spirit find a complete solution.
With that thought in mind, Jiang Wuyuan ignored Chu Yang, who was calming his agitated state, and casually found a place in the main hall to sit cross-legged and begin cultivating.
The phenomena exhibited in the third level of the Qiankun Technique differ from those in the second level.
As his Qi and blood circulated, a golden circular phantom slowly emerged behind him.
The stream that was originally formed from spiritual energy has now become a boundless lake.
The waves rolled and rippled.
Each wave is enveloped in a misty, ethereal atmosphere.
Although the sight was astonishing, Jiang Wuyuan was able to completely control the unusual phenomena that occurred during his cultivation, so they were basically undetectable to others.
Therefore, even though Jiang Wuyuan was cultivating right under Chu Yang's nose, Chu Yang only felt that the surrounding spiritual energy was being absorbed, and nothing else.
That's truly a terrifying talent.
Chu Yang's lips twitched.
Compared to Jiang Wuyuan, he suddenly felt that he was nothing special.
He was a prodigy who was highly regarded by the big shots in the military!
Chu Yang silently cried out in his heart.
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