rpbooks Chapter 733 Sword Dao Reaches Divine Level
Chapter 733 Sword Dao Reaches Divine Level
That ancient jade slip ultimately captured the final glory of Emperor Yan, turning it into a faint trace of ink fragrance in the long river of history.
Hundreds of thousands of years is the most ruthless and thorough baptism for the entire universe.
It smoothed over the blood rain that fell from the sky back then, turning the cries of all paths into the ordinary sound of the wind in the world, and gradually turning those once awe-inspiring myths of the ultimate paths into unverifiable and ethereal legends in the mouths of future geniuses.
In the core star field far from the central core of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, in a relatively peripheral corner of the universe, the gears of fate quietly began to turn once again on an ordinary star.
This star is called Tianwu Star.
In the vast and boundless sea of stars, Tianwu Star is as insignificant as a grain of sand.
Although this planet still possesses a relatively complete cultivation system, with a cultivation path that progresses from the initial Sea of Wheels and Dao Palace, the lack of abundant spiritual energy and cultivation resources means that there are not many powerful cultivators on this planet.
Here, the ultimate goal that countless cultivators pursue in their entire lives is merely to barely step into the Dragon Transformation Realm and become a powerful ruler of a region.
As for the lofty and unattainable Sendai Secret Realm, and even the saints and emperors who can traverse the starry sky and dominate the universe, they are nothing more than words that appear in ancient myths to the beings of Tianwu Star, too distant and unreal.
At this very moment, it is the dead of winter in the northern region of Tianwu Star.
The snowstorm that year was exceptionally heavy, a cold snap that was rare to see in hundreds of years.
The heavy snow fell for three whole months, completely submerging the vast northern wilderness.
The gale, carrying a biting chill strong enough to shatter metal and stone, raged wildly across the desolate world, emitting sharp sounds like the wails of vengeful ghosts.
The snow had piled up to several feet deep, and as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but a vast expanse of white, devoid of any other signs of life.
However, on this raging snowfield where even birds have disappeared and living beings regard it as a forbidden zone, a figure walks unhurriedly through the wind and snow.
He was a young man.
He was dressed in a very thin white robe, and although he was somewhat thin, he stood tall and straight like a pine tree.
His face was exceptionally handsome, with a few strands of long hair fluttering slightly in the wind and snow, and his eyes were so deep that they seemed to hold the entire starry sky.
The biting wind made his clothes flutter, but every step he took was incredibly steady and powerful.
His footsteps, falling into the thick snow, did not tremble in the slightest. It was as if the frigid cold surrounding him, which was enough to freeze the spiritual power in the bodies of low-level cultivators, was nothing more than a gentle breeze in the third month of spring.
This young man was none other than Lin Hanzhou, who had just awakened his memories of his past life.
"Jiang Bai..."
Lin Hanzhou slowly stopped, lowered his head slightly, looked at his excessively pale, even somewhat malnourished hands, and a slightly weary smile appeared on his lips.
After integrating the vast amount of memories that had just resurfaced in his mind, he finally understood his current situation completely.
In this life, he was named Jiang Bai, a collateral disciple of the Jiang family, a cultivation family in the northern region of Tianwu Star.
Although the Jiang family is not a behemoth that can control everything within this area of a million miles, they still have several cultivators at the Dao Palace Realm or even the Four Extremes Realm in charge.
However, in cultivation families with strict hierarchies and a focus on aptitude, mediocrity often means sin.
The original owner was determined to have extremely poor aptitude during a aptitude test when he was young, and his meridians were naturally blocked. He was a good-for-nothing who was destined to never be able to step into the threshold of cultivation.
If one is merely mediocre, that's fine too; perhaps one can remain a mortal in a corner of the family, living a mundane and uneventful life for a hundred years.
However, the original owner's personality was tinged with a certain pride.
In an accidental conflict within the clan, the original owner, in order to protect the only piece of ordinary iron relic left by her parents that had no spiritual energy, refused to kneel before the eldest son of the Jiang family and even spoke out against him in public, thus thoroughly angering the proud son of the Jiang family who could get whatever he wanted.
The punishment came ruthlessly that very day.
No one would offend the eldest son of the direct line for the sake of a useless collateral descendant with no hope of cultivation.
Jiang Bai was stripped of the meager resources he already had in his family and, under the guise of "going out for training," was ruthlessly exiled to the depths of the northern snowfields, a place known as a forbidden zone.
For a boy who hadn't even taken the first step into the Sea of Wheels Secret Realm and whose physique was as weak as an ordinary person, this exile was, in effect, a legitimate and discreet death sentence.
The original owner eventually exhausted the last bit of life amidst endless cold, hunger, and despair.
And it was precisely at the very moment when the original owner's consciousness was about to collapse that the memories dormant in the deepest part of the true spirit were able to awaken suddenly in Lin Hanzhou's mind.
"But thankfully, I made it through."
Lin Hanzhou gently exhaled a breath of hot air, and the white mist instantly turned into tiny ice crystals upon contact with the air.
The original owner's predicament and the Jiang family's meanness were nothing more than insignificant ripples in the eyes of the once mighty Yan Emperor.
Because along with his memories, he also awakened the talent he had drawn in this life, a talent that radiated endless, dazzling golden light.
He immersed his mind in his sea of consciousness, silently contemplating the golden imprint of law that floated like a blazing sun in the deepest part of his soul.
[Golden Talent: Sword Mastery]
The written description of this talent, presented as a mysterious and profound law, was clearly revealed in his consciousness:
[Your understanding of the Way of the Sword has reached a divine level; everything about the Way of the Sword is under your control. Everything in the world can be a sword, and you can easily learn all the sword techniques and supernatural abilities in the world.]
[Because your swordsmanship has reached a divine level, all damage you inflict with your sword is greatly amplified, ignoring all defenses and damage reductions. Your sword can sever all things in this world, even laws and causality.]
[Because of the purity of the swordsman's heart, when this talent is active, all other talents except red talents and swordsmanship-related talents cannot be used, and only the laws of the swordsmanship can be comprehended.]
After silently reading through all the descriptions of this talent in his mind, even Lin Hanzhou, who was used to the birth and death of the universe, couldn't help but feel a huge surge of emotions in his heart, and his pupils contracted sharply.
Supermodel! The sheer power of this talent is simply unbelievable, almost defying the laws of the universe!
Long ago, he relied on a purple talent called "Divine Swordsmanship" to dominate the world, leaving his peers far behind in the path of swordsmanship.
But compared to the golden "Divine Swordsmanship" before him, the previous purple talent was like scrap metal, a crude and inferior substitute.