C120 (1/2)

Time flowed on like water.

At this moment, in the first floor of the Immortal Yang Sword Tower, Cang Yun sat cross-legged. In front of him, thumb-sized stones had already turned to powder and were scattered on the ground. Looking carefully, there were exactly ten of them.

After 10 days of endless sleep, besides the necessary meals, he was constantly immersed in the comprehension of the Concept in the jade slip.

As time passed, a vast wave of heat gradually emerged from his body. It curled like a sun as hot as flames and as vast as the sun. Just a single glance at it would cause one's heart to tremble!

Under the cover of this scorching heat, Cang Yun's martial dao conception was showing signs of being born.

In his hand, there was a four-foot-long green mountain, its length was broad, and it had a hint of an Emperor's Qi.

In the past ten days, Cang Yun had raised his sword several times, but in the end, he gently lowered it … He knew that the time had not come yet.

At this moment, he finally raised his sword again. He clenched his hand into a fist and began to wave it about. However, this time around, his movements were not smooth and were extremely difficult. It was as though there was a natural shackle preventing him from swinging this sword.

Cang Yun fell into deep thought …

His understanding of sword intent was still not deep enough, and his understanding of the way of the sword was still not thorough enough.

These things were the natural shackles that caused Cang Yun's sword to be swung. It would at most be able to touch upon a little bit of the Concept of Martial Arts, but it would not be able to touch upon its essence.

Rumble rumble rumble!

At this moment, in his space of consciousness, the sword of the Venerable Immortal Yang once again slashed down.

In that instant, the earth sank and rivers stopped flowing. The entire world was shaking. Only the domineering and unruly figure stood proudly in the wind, becoming the only eternal existence in the world!

Within Cang Yun's eyes, two brilliant suns burned furiously, like flames that reached the heavens, filling the entirety of his pupils.

Suddenly, his gaze moved. He no longer looked at the sword, but stared at the figure of the old man. After a long time, he seemed to have gained a bit of understanding.

The sword was created from the heart, and the intent was to exist! The path of the sword, Only Idealism, Only Nature!

The sword of the Venerable Immortal Yang was domineering and proud. It originated from his own heart and was a martial art that belonged to him. If others wanted to learn it, they would have to possess the same temperament.

However, this was not the true intent of Cang Yun. Hence, even though he had already comprehended the Immortal Yang Sword Dao, he still could not unleash the same sword strike.

Venerable Immortal Yang's sword combined with his comprehension of the heart of martial dao. That sword could be said to contain his entire life, as well as his lifelong pursuit.

Cang Yun couldn't learn it, and he also didn't want to learn it, because no matter how good or how long someone else's path was, there would always be an end to it. If he followed it, there would be a day when he reached a dead end.

Only by following his own path, step by step, would he be able to walk a smooth and wonderful path ahead of him. Only then would his future be limitless!

The next moment, Cang Yun once again placed the longsword on his lap. In his mind, he started to search for his true heart of martial dao.

From joining the Immortal Yang Spiritual Academy, he showed off his talent, experienced hidden troubles, and his blood source became useless. Cang Yun's life could be said to have gone through ups and downs, staying silent for two years, enduring endless ridicule and allowing him to experience the coldness and warmth of the world …

All these experiences and the thought that supported him to continue forward could only be — unyielding!

The path of martial arts was filled with countless difficulties and dangers. His perseverance and patience were all because of his unyielding will. He was unwilling to be ordinary, so he naturally had to contend with each other. Even if he had to go against the current, he couldn't retreat even half a step!

An unyielding will. This is my true heart of martial arts!

This process continued for an unknown period of time. Suddenly, Cang Yun's eyes flashed with a bright light. He jumped up and swung out the long sword in his hand!