Tian Yuan

Chapter 2258: Admiration, thank you for your hard work

In the closed secret world, Chen Qingyuan waited quietly for the performance of the Canglan Sword.

After paying so much precious blood, it is finally time to reap the fruits.

After about half an hour, the Canglan Sword began to vibrate violently, rapidly absorbing the energy of the spirit stone, causing the surrounding void to gradually distort, and faintly flashing with thousands of extraordinary mysterious patterns.

wow-

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the spirit stones placed in this area were absorbed and refined by the Canglan Sword, and the luster on the blade became brighter and brighter.

clang!

Suddenly, a special knife chant was heard, as if coming from the end of time, carrying ancient rhyme and infinite vicissitudes.

In a trance, Chen Qingyuan saw a towering figure walking slowly towards him in the twisted ripples of space. Although his features were blurry and his body appeared and disappeared, it could not conceal the majestic and domineering power that looked down on all living things.

This blurry figure walked straight to the position of the Canglan Blade. Every step he took caused the void beneath his feet to tremble slightly, leaving deep Dao marks wherever he passed, with countless runes flowing.

coming!

Chen Qingyuan stared at the figure with awe.

This is the sword rhythm that Canglan Sword has evolved with all its strength, carrying a trace of Pei Qianshan's sword rules.

The illusory figure grasped the Canglan Sword, and its power suddenly increased, like a volcano that had been dormant for many years suddenly erupting, with a fierce and unstoppable force.

Although this is just a trace of Pei Qianshan's sword rhythm left on the blade, it should not be underestimated. It contains the overwhelming sword power that can suppress countless sword cultivators, and it is extremely terrifying.

Although Chen Qingyuan had not yet reached the state of returning to nature in the way of the sword, he had also reached a certain level. He could clearly sense the power of the sword, which produced a certain amount of pressure, and he subconsciously clenched his hands.

Swish!

The shadowy figure grasped the broken Canglan Blade, seemingly controlling the entire world. This secret realm had become his domain of dominion, and a murderous aura condensed throughout the void, like a cold purgatory.

Then, the phantom raised the Canglan Sword and slowly raised it above his head.

boom!

He gathered his strength for a few breaths, faced Chen Qingyuan, and slashed with his sword.

In an instant, the supreme sword power swept over like a huge wave, and the secret world of the formation carefully arranged by Chen Qingyuan shook slightly several times because of this surging power.

This sword seemed to have spanned millions of years, splitting the barriers of time and space, and descended into the world carrying with it the regret and unwillingness of not being able to reach the summit.

Chen Qingyuan did not take any defensive measures and faced the power of the sword head-on. His expression remained unchanged, and his eyes were as deep as an ancient well, without a single ripple.

Boom—bang!

The sword light cut through the sky, like a majestic Milky Way, tearing the heaven and earth apart and causing turmoil in the order of this world.

Such ferocity was fleeting.

The sword rhythm that evolved did not cause much actual damage. Chen Qingyuan did not need to take any action at all. After the power of the sword rhythm was displayed, it would dissipate on its own.

In a blink of an eye, everything was calm.

Within the secret realm, there were no more fluctuations in the sword energy.

Chen Qingyuan carefully recalled the profound Dao rhythm of this knife and said to himself: "As expected, he is a demon who can be on par with Emperor Qi Heng. His reputation is well-deserved."

According to Chen Qingyuan's judgment, the power of rules contained in this knife has exceeded the boundaries of the Divine Bridge and reached the realm of the Emperor.

With a mortal body, he crossed the huge gap and glimpsed the scenery of the imperial realm without the need for an opportunity to prove his truth.

Although Pei Qianshan accomplished something that countless people could not do, it also cost him his entire life. After swinging this astonishing sword, he died the next moment.

Worthy of admiration!

After further understanding Pei Qianshan's abilities, Chen Qingyuan felt respect for him.

Watch the teachings of the ancients and gain some insights from them.

Among the contemporary sword cultivators, no one could be compared to Pei Qianshan, including Luo Liuyin of the Linqian Imperial Clan, the Qing Sect's guest official, the Monument Keeper, and Chang Ziqiu, the other top sword masters.

These great sword masters were fundamentally different from Pei Qianshan of tens of millions of years ago. They were still trapped in the realm of the sword path constructed by the laws of the Great Dao, but Pei Qianshan had broken free from these constraints, willingly sacrificing his own life to explore the landscapes of a higher dimension, perfectly embodying the meaning of unparalleled grace.

Unfortunately, his opponent was Emperor Qiheng.

Buzz——Woo——

In order to display this blade rhythm, the Canglan Blade consumed a lot of energy, its luster became dim, and its humming sound became weak.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Chen Qingyuan reached out from the air and grasped the Canglan Knife in his palm.

Canglan Dao was very happy to be recognized by Chen Qingyuan. After all, he had made some contribution and didn't have to worry about being disliked.

After putting away the Canglan Sword, Chen Qingyuan sat alone in the formation, closed his eyes, and thought quietly.

Time slips through your fingers and cannot be stopped.

Some time ago, Chen Qingyuan entered the Daoyan Xuantu of Tianshu Tower, from which he saw the original Dao rhyme of many ancient emperors and gained a lot.

At present, these experiences have not greatly improved Chen Qingyuan's strength. However, the impact is far-reaching and of great significance.

Now is the process of accumulation, and when the time is ripe, we will reap the fruits.

Integrate the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought and perfect the scriptures of reincarnation.

……

Chen Qingyuan waved his sleeves, disbanded the formation, returned to An Xiruo's side, and smiled at each other.

"Brother, did you gain anything?"

An Xiruo certainly knew about the Canglan Sword.

Chen Qingyuan nodded and said, "Not bad."

"Guests are coming soon, I should make some preparations."

Even though An Xiruo really didn't want to separate from Chen Qingyuan and continue living such a warm life, she was the emperor of the time after all and needed to shoulder certain responsibilities.

After all, the person who came was a great emperor, and he should be taken seriously and not be underestimated.

Prepare in advance, just in case.

"What are you going to do?"

Chen Qingyuan was wearing a light blue straight robe, his black hair was tied up in a crown, and he looked heroic.

"Set up a feast and wait, ready to go."

An Xiruo said solemnly.

If the visitor is friendly, then everyone will sit down, have a cup of tea, and chat and laugh. If the visitor is unfriendly, then all the cards will be used to suppress him.

"Where are you going?"

Chen Qingyuan asked.

"Somewhere in the nearby starry sky."

They couldn't stay in the Diyou Star Region, lest it affect the Qing Sect and the various races living in this territory. But they couldn't be too far away, otherwise An Xiruo would feel uneasy.

Chen Qingyuan was about to speak when An Xiruo saw through his thoughts and interrupted him: "Brother, you don't need to accompany me. Just do your own thing. Anyway, we are not far away, so keep in touch at any time."

During this period, An Xiruo couldn't be distracted. Besides, she didn't want to delay Chen Qingyuan's precious time.

The situation was becoming increasingly serious. Chen Qingyuan knew the limits and suppressed his reluctance. He nodded in agreement, "Yes."

The two stared at each other, saying nothing.

call out!

After a few breaths, An Xiruo turned and left.

Chen Qingyuan stood tall and straight on the edge of the cliff.

Looking into the distance, his eyes are deep.

In this unprecedented era of great struggle, who will be able to survive to the end?