Tian Yuan

Chapter 1642: 1 Jian Fanghua, shocking the heroes

Use your fingers to turn into swords, gather the sword intent, and concentrate it at your fingertips, ready to explode at any time.

Facing the end of the sword tomb, Chen Qingyuan had a blank expression on his face. The powerful sword energy from his body faintly emanated, causing the ground to vibrate slightly, sand and stones to splash, and the space to become turbulent.

"I will leave one sword as a token of my respect to you all."

Chen Qingyuan had a cold expression and spoke lightly, as if he had crossed endless time and space to have a conversation with the sword masters who had discussed the Dao here in the past.

Slowly raise your hands a little forward.

The corners of her clothes swayed gently, and her hair danced in the wind.

"Chong-"

The fingertips cut through the sky, like an extremely dazzling meteor passing through the dark and cold universe, brilliant and amazing.

There are countless intricate sword patterns throughout the depths of the sword tomb, like the patterns carved on porcelain in the human world, exquisite as a painting, and ingeniously crafted.

Every sword pattern contains supreme power and is the result of Chen Qingyuan's hard work.

"Om-"

The faint sound of sword chanting seems to float out from the deepest part of the long river of time. It is the most beautiful song in the world, echoing in this world and surrounding everyone's ears.

"Woo——"

There is also a golden lotus blooming high in the sky. It is huge in size, interwoven with a hint of the mystery of the origin of the universe. Each lotus leaf is carefully outlined by the laws of heaven. It transcends the mundane and cannot be desecrated.

This sword mark was deeply imprinted in the core space of the Sword Tomb Secret Realm. It was like an extremely dazzling galaxy, like a surging Yangtze River, and like a Taoist bridge connecting the past and the future.

The sword mark is so sharp that it should be able to cut into pieces everything in the world.

The extreme fluctuations of sword intent attracted the attention of the rules of heaven and earth, and more and more golden lotuses of the great way grew.

"This is......"

Although the sword cultivators present were some distance away, they clearly felt the pressure from the sword mark. Their whole bodies trembled as if they had seen a god. Their lips trembled and they seemed to be hesitant to speak.

In a trance, every sword cultivator returned to their youth, looking up at a mountain that towered into the clouds. No matter how hard they tried to look up, it was impossible to see the top of the mountain because it was covered by thick clouds.

As small as a speck of dust, and also like a piece of duckweed floating on the boundless ocean.

Just one glance and they understood a little bit.

They could not catch up with the sword swung by the unknown strong man even if they spent their entire lives, and they were lucky enough to be able to comprehend even one-tenth or one-twelfth of it.

Although a small number of cultivators from other paths were not clear about the realm of swordsmanship, they could guess the extraordinary nature of this sword by sensing the ethereal and fairy-like sword rhythm fluctuations. They looked terrified and trembling with fear.

The first glance was shocking, the second was full of submission, legs trembling, wanting to crawl on the ground.

"How can such a terrifying sword power exist in the world?"

Many sword practitioners were mesmerized by the sight, and always felt that the scene before them was like a big dream, so unreal and so illusory like a painting.

What I saw left me speechless with shock.

There was silence and time seemed to stand still at this moment. Everyone forgot about hatred and the past and only remembered the splendor of the sword.

"clatter..."

The sound of light footsteps interrupted everyone's wandering thoughts. They came to their senses and moved their gaze to the direction where the sound came from. It was Chen Qingyuan.

Now that the work is done and there is no need to stay here for long, leaving opportunities for those who come after us, it is time to leave.

He was wearing plain clothes and had an ordinary appearance.

However, the way he swung the sword gave him an otherworldly aura. He must be an immortal banished from the mortal world, playing around in the mortal world.

No one dared to look into Chen Qingyuan's eyes. They all lowered their eyebrows and bowed to show their respect.

Everyone showed heartfelt respect, their bodies were as tense as strings, their body movements were a little stiff, they held their breath, their faces were filled with shock, and they didn't dare to slack off for a moment.

"Da da da......"

Chen Qingyuan was like a visitor from outer space, walking in the world and enjoying the scenery. The shallow footprints left behind him were considered by many to contain the true meaning of the supreme Taoism. They were like seeing a treasure and observing it carefully.

Not long after, Chen Qingyuan left the valley and his figure disappeared into the horizon.

Those who wanted to approach and make friends found that they didn't even have the courage to speak. It felt like the two sides were in different worlds and would never meet.

Going up and talking to such a being is simply a blasphemy. The psychological pressure is too great and one may explode into pieces at any time.

It was not until Chen Qingyuan had left for a long time that everyone slowly straightened up and opened their mouths to speak, but found that they didn't know what to say, because no words could express the horror in their hearts, nor could they describe the greatness and power of such an existence.

"My life is worth it."

He Changlin swallowed a few times, and the scene of chatting with Chen Qingyuan kept replaying in front of his eyes. He was extremely excited and his body shook slightly involuntarily. He felt honored and would remember it for the rest of his life.

"This... is the true supreme sword art!"

Strong men have already entered the secret world of the Sword Tomb, and are moving forward with difficulty despite the enormous pressure. They can clearly see the sword mark engraved in the depths of the void, and their swords are humming. They are in a pilgrimage posture, as reverent as gods.

"What is the origin of that person just now?"

Some people turned around and looked in the direction where Chen Qingyuan left, with complicated eyes showing fear and curiosity.

"Anyway, I'll never be able to reach such a great person in my lifetime."

Someone sighed, with a few traces of cold sweat on his face.

The news about the shocking change in the sword tomb would spread everywhere in no time. By then, countless bigwigs would come to watch, and they might be able to find a trace of Chen Qingyuan and deduce his identity.

From today on, the Sword Tomb Secret Realm will become extremely lively and become the supreme holy land in the hearts of countless sword practitioners. This is a huge blessing.

......

Chen Qingyuan, who caused a big fuss, has already left the Sword Tomb Secret Realm.

In just a few days, people had passed the boundary marker test of Tongtian Terrace and arrived at the fifth heaven.

Still the same as before, find a suitable place, absorb the pure spiritual energy, and concentrate on healing.

“This place is great.”

It took more than ten days to find a secret realm that had just revealed its traces. He stepped straight in, searched around, put all the things he had found in a safe place, set up a magic circle, and sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing.

"Rumble--"

Use the power of the Tao body to refine the spiritual energy of this land.

"I'm sure you'll be cured this time."

Chen Qingyuan estimated, closed his eyes and concentrated.

The rich spiritual energy penetrated into his body, mobilizing the remaining power of the holy medicine that had not been consumed last time. Not only did he have to heal his injuries, but he also had to take this opportunity to break through the realm of confinement.

As time passed, Chen Qingyuan's injuries were clearly getting better. It looked like he would be able to recover in three to five years at most.

At the same time, the competition for the path to success intensified. Many powerful men died in the fight for the opportunity, their blood splattered across the starry sky, and no remains were left.

Chu Mo from the God Clan and Luo Liuyin from the Linqian Emperor Clan are about to meet.