Standing at the foot of the mountain, Meng Wan looked up at the mountains in front of her, and a strong sense of oppression came towards her.
The more majestic the mountain is, the more she appears small.
However, this huge contrast not only did not make Meng Wan feel afraid, but instead aroused infinite pride in her heart.
She wants to chop down this mountain with her sword!
Taking a deep breath, Meng Wan took out a long sword from the storage ring, closed her eyes, and felt the blood surging in her body.
She recalled the essence of Tiancan swordsmanship over and over again, and simulated the action of drawing the sword over and over again.
Gradually, she felt herself becoming one with the long sword in her hand.
She seemed to have transformed into a peerless divine sword, sharp and unstoppable!
With a clear whistle, Meng Wan suddenly opened her eyes, with a gleam of light in her eyes.
She held the knife in both hands, raised it high, gathered all her strength on the blade, and then chopped it down suddenly!
A dazzling blade light, like a shocking rainbow, cut through the sky and slashed fiercely on the mountain.
Accompanied by a deafening roar, the mountain shook violently.
Countless pieces of debris collapsed and flew everywhere, smoke and dust filled the air, blocking out the sky and the sun.
However, when the smoke and dust cleared, the mountain was still standing tall, except for a shallow knife mark on the mountainside.
However, the long sword in Meng Wan's hand shattered into countless pieces with a clang sound.
This long sword was found by Meng Wan from the storage ring. It is only at the spiritual weapon level.
It is normal that it cannot withstand such a huge impact.
Meng Wan searched carefully in the storage ring for a while, but couldn't find even a decent knife.
She simply took out the dagger 'Youming' and used it instead of a sword to practice the Tiancan sword technique.
Tiancan's swordsmanship emphasizes meaning over form. Although the dagger in her hand is not as good as the long sword, the sword intent is the same.
The Netherworld Dagger was extremely sharp. In Meng Wan's hand, it was like a black lightning, cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound.
Meng Wan incorporated the essence of Tiancan swordsmanship into it, and when the dagger was swung, there was a faint sense of sword energy.
Chop down with one knife!
The mountain trembled again, and gravel flew everywhere, hitting Meng Wan's demonic body with a crackling sound.
After the dust settled, Meng Wan took a closer look and saw that there was indeed a gap about two or three meters long on the mountainside. She could even see the exposed rock texture inside.
However, this level of "opening the mountain" was far from the effect she had expected.
Meng Wan was not discouraged. She took a deep breath to calm the blood surging in her body.
She recalled the key points of the sword technique over and over again, adjusted her posture and strength over and over again, trying to comprehend the meaning of the sword.
Meng Wan kept swinging her knife, her clothes were soaked with sweat, but she was completely unaware.
There was only that mountain in her eyes, and only that powerful sword in her heart.
Again and again.
The gaps on the mountainside are becoming more and more numerous and deeper.
Every time Meng Wan swung the sword, she could feel her own progress and the improvement of her sword intent.
However, she always felt that something was missing, as if there was a thin veil between them and she couldn't see the truth clearly.
This feeling made her feel like there was something stuck in her throat, but she couldn't put it into words.
Three days later, Meng Wan put away her knife, stood up, and looked up.
After three days of sword practice, the gap on the mountainside has expanded several times and is bottomless, like a hideous scar carved on the mountain peak.
Even so, Meng Wan still frowned. The lingering confusion in her heart was like a maggot on her tarsal bone, making her irritable and uneasy.
"Master, your swordsmanship is becoming more and more exquisite! In your hands, the Tiancan Sword Technique is like adding wings to a tiger, and its power is infinite!"
A flattering voice sounded in Meng Wan's mind. It was the Heart-Eating Bug.
As the Heart-Eating Worm spoke, he did not forget to secretly glance at the Nether Worm Mother and said in a sarcastic tone.
“Master, no matter what you do, I will always be with you and encourage you!
Unlike some insects, they just keep silent. I wonder if they are dissatisfied with their master's swordsmanship?"
The Netherworm Queen was suddenly pointed out and was a little confused.
When it realized it had been tricked, it quickly explained, "No, no, Master, I absolutely did not mean that! Your knife skills are naturally excellent, but..."
It paused, as if organizing its words, and spoke hesitantly after a long while.
"It's just that I feel that although the master's swordsmanship is sharp, it seems to lack that little... feeling."
When the Heart-Eating Bug heard this, it immediately became energetic.
It shrieked, "Lack of feeling? What feeling? Tell me! Don't hide it, let the master hear your opinion!"
The Netherworm Queen shrank her body, as if she was a little afraid of the aggressiveness of the Heart-Eating Worm.
"I, I, I feel..."
It hesitated for a long time, but in the end it couldn't make any clear statement.
"What's missing? Just tell me, don't be shy. I won't blame you if you're wrong."
Meng Wan's tone was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable power.
Feeling Meng Wan's encouragement, the Netherworm Mother mustered up her courage and spoke slowly.
"Master, I once read a story in an ancient book about a monk who had a huge mountain blocking the door of his house.
He looked at the mountain every day and felt annoyed and depressed, but he was powerless and could only endure it silently.
Until one day, he could no longer bear it and finally made up his mind to split the mountain in half. So he practiced swordsmanship for three years and finally split the mountain in half with one stroke.
After listening to this, Meng Wan was thoughtful.
She looked up at the mountain in front of her that was scarred by her chopping, and suddenly a flash of enlightenment came to her mind. She understood what she was missing.
"Are you saying that the oppression this mountain gives me isn't strong enough, or that my obsession isn't deep enough?"
Meng Wan muttered to herself, with a hint of realization in her tone.
"I don't quite understand, but I think that if the master and that monk were in the same state, they might be able to split the mountain."
The Nether Worm Mother said uncertainly.
Meng Wan closed her eyes and tried to put herself in the shoes of the monk in the story.
She imagined herself facing this mountain every day, with endless irritability and depression piling up in her heart.
She tried to mobilize her emotions, but found it difficult to truly get into it.
After seven days, she will leave this cave and return to Tiandaoyuan.
After all, this mountain had nothing to do with her, so she naturally couldn't endure the oppression day and night like the monk in the story.
Meng Wan opened her eyes and gave up the attempt.
She knew she couldn't truly experience the monk's feelings because her environment and the pressures she faced were completely different from those of the monk.
She couldn't settle down here, nor did she have the time to slowly cultivate her obsession with splitting the mountain.
However, this story gave Meng Wan some inspiration.
Perhaps, this mountain is just a metaphor.
What she needs to examine more is her own situation.
“What is the biggest pressure I’m facing right now?”
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