C127 (1/2)

On the third day of the countdown, the Immortal Yang Sword Tower, which had been boiling for more than ten days, finally became completely silent.

Some people were happy while others were sad, but almost everyone had completely accepted their final results. In the remaining time, all they could do was use the rest of their sword tokens to exchange for treasures and then once again sink into cultivation, quietly waiting for the trial to end.

At this moment, there was a figure on the sixth floor of the Sword Tower. Like everyone else, he was also immersed in a deep state of cultivation. However, his situation was different because he had been maintaining this state of cultivation for over two months.

He was none other than Cang Yun.

Two months wasn't a long or short period of time, because its value depended entirely on the harvest.

For example, for this batch of participants, after two months had passed, some people had comprehended the concept of martial arts, and their lives had undergone a tremendous transformation, turning into a butterfly; while for some, their harvest was meagre. Furthermore, for those who had failed to even pass through the gate of the immortal palace, they had wasted this period of time in vain.

Therefore, the value of a technique varied from person to person …

After two months, in front of Cang Yun, there was another layer of powder formed from the soul stone. This powder was already as thick as a finger.

At this moment, Cang Yun was like an old monk sitting still. His aura was faintly discernable, without any sadness or joy, and he seemed to have completely forgotten all his thoughts.

The traces left behind by this sword seemed to have been formed from nature itself. It gave off a feeling of not being carved at all, and went straight to the very essence of the dao.

In this ethereal state, his accumulation of martial arts had finally undergone a metamorphosis. It was like a dream born from the heart, completely born from the heart. Finally, after experiencing the embellishment of his accumulation of martial arts these days, his sword became more and more solid.

This state continued for half a day …

Finally, at a certain moment, Cang Yun opened his eyes. His eyes were bright and dark, as if there was a tremendous power surging out but being suppressed inside him, giving him a sharp, reserved, and original feeling.

He stood up, his expression as calm as water. The longsword in his hand trembled slightly, but he could not feel any of the sharp aura of the path of the sword.

”So that's how it is …”

The next moment, Cang Yun mumbled to himself with a profound gaze.

The great ocean could hold a hundred rivers, and the earth was thick enough to hold all things. The true essence of integration did not lie in piecing together, but in being inclusive! At this moment, his Sword Truth finally approached perfection.

A perfect start/finish, paving a perfect path...

”There are three days left. Time to pass the trial …”

In the next moment, Cang Yun slowly walked up the stone steps to the seventh floor. He walked very slowly, one step at a time, but his steps were very steady and firm, as if nothing could stop him.

The black clothed man appeared in front of him once more. Cang Yun paused for a moment and bowed respectfully, but then he continued to climb the stairs.

The black clothed man remained silent. When the two of them were ten meters apart, an energy sword appeared in Cang Yun's hand. The sword tilted to the side and slashed through the air. Then, he continued to move forward.

Swish!

The sword did not have a tremendous amount of power, nor was it gorgeous in color, but it was hard to describe the speed of the sword. It was like light, like lightning, and it seemed to cut through space, directly penetrating the black-clothed man's forehead.

Unbiased and without any room for resistance.

Two breaths later, Cang Yun walked past the black-clothed man calmly, creating a light breeze. As the breeze blew, the latter's body turned into sparkling specks of light and disappeared without a trace.

The Azure Cloud didn't use the pure Yang energy nor the unyielding soul. He had accumulated a lot of knowledge about the way of the sword during these past two months, but its power was unquestionable.

Without the slightest ripple, Cang Yun continued to climb the stone stairs. Not long later, he stepped onto the stone stairs that led to the eighth level …

On this day, the Immortal Yang Spiritual Academy caused a huge commotion. Because three months had passed since the opening of the Immortal Yang Secret Realm, but not a single trial disciple had returned from there …