Ling Cang was startled.
As soon as Han Xuanji finished speaking, his entire aura shifted. His aura, which had been as calm as a lake just a moment ago, suddenly surged, like a volcano that had slept for ten thousand years abruptly waking.
It was like a brilliant sun hanging in the sky, scorching and vast.
Ling Cang's pupils contracted slightly.
For a Cultivator of the Way of Laws, the Dao was the Foundation, techniques were the branches, and everything else was the leaves.
If the Foundation was unstable, no matter how lush the branches and leaves were, it would only be a flash in the pan. With just a fleeting glance, Ling Cang could see that Han Xuanji's dao foundation was far more stable than that of any peer Cultivator he had ever seen.
This was not a cultivation level piled up by resources, but a deep accumulation forged through a profound understanding of the Laws and countless trials.
However, Ling Cang showed no fear. Instead, he released his Zhankong Sword Intent, as if intending to slice through everything in existence.
The emotion of fear had already been severed by him on the very day he embarked on the path of the sword.
His spiritual energy was highly refined, and his mastery of space Laws was extremely high; at the level of the Dao, he was second to none.
When it came to techniques, his Zhankong Sword Intent condensed the essence of nine Eternal True God-grade sword paths. Looking across the entire Eternal Dao Lord Realm, he was already at the absolute peak.
Each of the nine sword paths was the crystallization of the wisdom of predecessors. He had fused them all in a single furnace, discarding the dross and keeping the essence, ultimately transforming them into his own unique true intent of the sword.
Furthermore, although his Physical Body could not compare to a natural sacred physique like Qin Yong's, it was still far superior to that of ordinary Law Cultivators, easily rivaling normal Body Cultivators.
Thus, while Ling Cang's comprehension of Laws was not the strongest among these Heaven-grade Seeds, his strength was in a league of its own.
He feared no opponent and had no obvious weaknesses.
"Is this his true intent of the sword?"
Han Xuanji had signed in and obtained many sword path Cultivation Techniques, so he naturally knew how rare this true intent of the Dao was. For a moment, he did not want to end the battle so quickly.
Cultivators of the Way of Laws comprehended the mysteries of heaven and earth, gradually discovering the true intent of the Laws. True intent could boost combat power; even if it was just a trace of the true intent of the Dao that only provided a slight boost, it was still considered comprehension.
In fact, most Eternal Dao Lord Cultivators had not comprehended the true intent of the Dao. It only became common among Cultivators at the Eternal True Lord level. This was also because as one's cultivation rose, their Physical Body, Divine Soul, and Comprehension Ability would generally improve, making it easier to comprehend the true intent of the Dao.
Han Xuanji had naturally comprehended several types of true intent of the Dao as well, which was why his Profound Heaven Power possessed so many unique properties and was extremely powerful.
However, he had yet to comprehend the true intent of the sword.
Because the path of the sword was rather special, the strength of the sword path comprehended by different people varied drastically. Han Xuanji was a perfectionist, so he naturally would not settle for just anything.
If he was going to comprehend one, he would comprehend an ultimate sword path—the strongest sword path in the world.
The strongest expert of the sword path on the Eternal Continent was the Master of the Eternal Sword Pavilion, whom Han Xuanji currently had no way of contacting.
However, Ling Cang's sword path was also quite strong, so he could use it as a reference.
With a thought, Han Xuanji retrieved a longsword from his System Space and held it in his palm. The sword's body was a pale green, with a deep blue glow flowing along the blade, radiating a piercing chill.
This sword was something he had obtained from signing in at the Hun Family treasury back then. It was named Han Chi, a fifth-tier eternal dao artifact, which was not considered top-tier.
He had never used it before, but today it finally had a purpose.
In the Void Realm, countless Sword Qi gathered like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea. The moment Han Chi was unsheathed, a clear and resonant sword hum echoed through the stone forest.
The hum was not loud, yet it seemed capable of penetrating all obstacles, striking directly into the Divine Soul.
Ling Cang's nine Flying Swords trembled slightly at the sound of the hum, as if they had encountered some terrifying existence.
Han Xuanji looked at the longsword in his hand and casually spun it in a flourish, his movements as smooth as flowing water, completely natural.
He had not used a sword in a long time, but he had never forgotten the feeling of holding one.
A flash of sword light. There was no charging of power, no wind-up, and not even the slightest warning. Only an extremely pure beam of sword light shot out from the tip of Han Chi, tearing through the Void Realm and slashing toward Ling Cang.
So fast!
Ling Cang's pupils contracted sharply.
He had not even seen clearly how Han Xuanji drew his sword.
The sword light was already right before his eyes.
Pure speed—a speed so fast that his senses could not even react in time.
An Eternal True Lord-level Genius Body Cultivator he had once fought against had unleashed a speed with his physical strength that was just as terrifying and unreasonable.
Was this Han Xuanji a Law Cultivator or a Body Cultivator?
The thought flashed through Ling Cang's mind, but he had no time to ponder.
Guided by his mind, the nine Flying Swords quickly retreated to defend, forming a thick sword screen in front of him.
Each Flying Sword was connected by hair-thin Sword Qi, layered upon one another like a silver-white shield.
This was his strongest defensive technique, named Nine Swords Returning to the Ancestor.
Boom—
The sword light struck the sword screen, erupting in a deafening roar.
The nine Flying Swords shuddered violently at the same time, letting out sharp wails as the light on their blades dimmed by thirty percent in that instant.
Ling Cang was knocked back several yards, his feet plowing two deep ruts into the ground.
The web of his thumb was numb, blood seeped from his fingertips, and the Guiyuan spiritual energy in his body surged violently under the impact of that force, nearly spinning out of control.
Han Xuanji was also looking at him, his expression remaining calm, as if the sword strike just now had been nothing but a casual move. He wanted to see what Ling Cang's sword path was like at full power, so he naturally had to apply a bit of pressure.
Of course, he couldn't just instantly kill him either.
This level of power was just right.
Han Xuanji didn't realize the shock that this single strike had caused.
In the spectator stands outside, there was absolute silence at this moment.
Everyone was awed by that single sword strike.
"Han Xuanji knows the sword path as well?"
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"
"It looks quite decent, and Ling Cang seems to be struggling to withstand it."
No one had expected Han Xuanji to suddenly pick up a sword and start competing with Ling Cang in the sword path.
As for Ling Cang, he had grievances he couldn't voice.
Who gets it?
What kind of sword path competition was this?
While the opponent's swordplay was indeed brilliant, most of it relied on extreme strength and speed. The astonishment and discussions from the outside world could not penetrate the Mirror World at all.
In the stone forest, the two Sword Intents were still clashing.
To outsiders, he and Han Xuanji were engaged in a fierce battle, sword light flashing back and forth in a spectacular display.
After that first strike, Han Xuanji did not unleash that unreasonable speed and strength again.
His sword slowed down, and could even be described as having grown gentle.
Every strike landed precisely at a level Ling Cang could withstand—neither too strong nor too weak, neither too fast nor too slow.
It was like someone knocking on a door, unhurried and steady, tap, tap, tap.
Ling Cang did not dare to underestimate him in the slightest. He did not know if Han Xuanji was holding back, or if he had used all his strength earlier and was now exhausted.
However, while those flashes of sword light seemed peaceful, they actually harbored hidden killing intent. The moment he let his guard down, they would strike down like thunder.
He could only give it his all.