Free Web NovelChapter 1948: Chapter 1937: Thought
Bai Shiyu nodded and said, "Though your words are harsh, young master, they are not offensive."
"With our talents and strength, I fear we cannot enter the Sword Soul Storm."
"What should I say then? You’re really mistaken about me, young lady!"
Zi Moye’s eyes glared at the eldest daughter, misjudging Bai Shiyu.
Ao Cangsheng wanted to say a few words of encouragement, but after hearing Bai Shiyu and Zi Moye’s words, he dismissed the idea.
Speaking of encouragement, most of the time Zi Moye would say he is about to enter the monkhood again.
Ao Cangsheng sighed lightly, turned towards Shui Damu, and said, "Then stay here and wait for me." I must hurry out!"
They shook their heads and laughed, "There are so many people here, no need to worry about me. Once you enter the Sword Soul Storm, you will practice within."
"Once cultivation is done, come out. If you can’t see us, we must have already returned to Jian Hun Mountain. Then come to Jian Hun Mountain to find us."
Ao Kangsheng nodded, "Alright, take care!"
"I know!" she said with a smile.
Afterward, Ao Cangsheng said to Zi Moye, "I have now entered the period of Sword Soul Storm, Luo’er will ask you to look after my affairs."
Zi Mouye smiled slightly, "Don’t worry, as long as I’m alive, your journey won’t have problems."
"Otherwise, if you have the Sword Soul Storm, I’m the only one who will question!"
"No!"
Cangsheng patted Mo Ye, and laughed.
After the charge ended, Ao Cangsheng was about to leave in the air but was caught by the sailor.
"For you!"
Shui Damu suddenly took out a letter.
"What is this?"
Ao Kangsheng looked surprised at the yellow paper.
"This is what my grandfather asked me to give you..."
At the mention of "Shui Linghan," Shui Wenrou’s eyes suddenly turned red.
Ao Kangsheng did not ask again. He reached out and took the letter, quickly touching Shui Damu’s hair, and said, "Don’t be sad, your grandfather’s revenge, I will repay myself."
Shui Damu nodded, forcing a smile, "I trust you, keep it up!"
Ao Cangsheng raised his fist, waved it, and said with a smile, "I will not let anyone in Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School down!"
Having finished speaking, Ao Cangsheng did not look back and turned to walk into the void.
The strong wind roared beside him, and the cold wind hissed at his feet.
Before long, Ao Cangsheng disappeared from everyone’s sight, appearing behind Sword Peak.
After entering a gap less than ten feet wide, Ao Cangsheng suddenly found the sides of Sword Peak shining like a mirror, able to reflect his shadow.
Such a straight peak made Ao Cangsheng not only curious, but even more curious about whether the gap before him was naturally formed or truly sliced by a sword?
In the large gap in the middle of Sword Peak, nine sword sheaths of different colors suddenly appeared before Ao Cangsheng.
The sword sheaths were inserted straight into the sword points, only half a foot long.
Among the nine sword sheaths, two swords were sheathed at this time, the remaining seven still had their mouths open, whimpering in the cold wind.
The nine sword sheaths were arranged in sequence. Each sword sheath was more than fifty feet away.
Below the fifth sheath, the main hall’s door opened before Ao Cangsheng.
Outside the great hall, four golden columns supported the hall’s door.
On the four walls of the hall, there were pictures of swords. Next to each picture of a sword, there was a set of sword movements.
On the top of the hall, there were four words stating Sword Soul Storm.
After roughly glancing at the doorway of the hall, Ao Cangsheng proceeded toward the platform outside the main hall.
Ao Kangsheng had just landed on the platform outside the hall. Before he could catch his breath, a terrifying sword light exploded before him.
If not for Ao Cangsheng dodging in time, like a thunderous sword light, I fear he would have been instantly cut into pieces.
There was a burst of flame. Ao Kangsheng dodged. The place where he had stood suddenly displayed a white sword mark.
One wave had just subsided, and another wave surged.
After Ao Cangsheng dodged, a second sword light descended from the sky, closely following Ao Cangsheng.
In haste, Ao Cangsheng quickly deployed the "Cloud Saint"
Though its speed and sword movements weren’t great, understanding the Sky Sword Skill in such a short time wasn’t easy.
After incense was offered again, Ao Cangsheng’s comprehension of Sky Sword Skill rose to a new height.
When he completed the Sky Sword Skill for the ninth time, the space of the Sky Sword erupted clearly again.
Soon, the sword light vanished. The area outside the hall returned to calm.
After the sword light dissipated, there was no attack outside the hall.
Seeing this, Ao Cangsheng breathed a sigh of relief and headed towards the main hall.
However, when Ao Cangsheng lifted his head, he discovered something different atop the hall’s ceiling.
Previously, Ao Cangsheng had not noticed this anomaly.
But now, with Ao Kangsheng only ten zhang away from the hall’s ceiling, this peculiar difference was apparent upon discovery.
It was a rectangular hole. It stood abruptly amidst the four statues carved into the ceiling above the hall.
At first, Ao Kangsheng only found it slightly strange. How could such a magnificent mural inside the hall appear incomplete?
But upon closer examination of this strange absence, an image flashed in his mind.
Ao Cangsheng frowned, quickly grasping the clue in his mind before gradually peeling back the layers.
At this moment, a coffin appeared in his mind. It was a coffin-shaped small box.
This was something he had unintentionally glimpsed at the auction platform during the auction of a Third Level weapon at Wanbao Hall.
At the time, upon hearing Long Yinsui’s words, he had spent several yuan mirrors to acquire this small coffin that no one wanted.
All along, Ao Cangsheng had kept it in storage, never imagining that it would come into use today.
Until today, he suddenly noticed a piece missing atop the hall, and remembered the small coffin.
"Why is this like a small coffin missing?"
Gazing at the memory, Ao Cangsheng couldn’t help but murmur.
As soon as he raised his right hand, the small coffin appeared in his hand.
After comparing, Ao Cangsheng was surprised to find that the size of this small coffin was almost the same as the missing piece of coffin.
Even more startling to Ao Cangsheng was that the other side of the coffin had some sculptures aligning with those atop the hall.
"Is this coffin from Jianhun Mountain?"
With this thought, Ao Cangsheng couldn’t help but leap up, slowly fitting the small coffin into the top of the hall.
"Whoosh whoosh—"
Just as the coffin was snugly embedded, dramatic changes suddenly occurred at the top of the hall.
However, in a flash, the murals atop the hall began to transform rapidly.
Each mural seemed like a smart device starting to operate swiftly.
Then, in every rapidly changing mural, a dazzling golden light suddenly emerged.
Golden light fierce as a sword, tinged with a king’s aura.
Inches of golden lights quickly gathered. In a short time, countless golden lights converged into a gleaming sword.
Except for the missing piece at the sword’s tip, it was hard to hide the ambiance at every other sword tip point.
Just as Ao Cangsheng thought the changes at the hall’s ceiling would stop here.
Suddenly, a brighter and sharper golden light shot out of the small coffin, finally gathering at the lower edge of the sword, becoming the sword’s tip.
"Hng—"
As soon as the sharp sword took form. In an instant, a sound of the sword shaking the heavens, like the chant of Nine Heavens Dragon, echoed throughout the true Sword Soul Mountain.
At Jianhun Mountain’s new palace, the master of Jianhun Mountain was meditating.
Suddenly, his closed eyes abruptly opened, full of shock and doubt.
Outside the third checkpoint on Jianxun Road, Zi Moye and others had just withdrawn from a huge rock, preparing to use their skills to thoroughly recover from previous injuries.
But the sudden sound of the sword startled everyone present.
At that moment, even Mo Ye suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation and fear.
"What happened?"
After the sword, Bai Shiyu asked with a pale face.
Zi Moye shook his head. "I don’t know. Is it the boy’s movement when entering the Sword Soul Storm?"
"I’m afraid not!"
