Divine Flame Crystal

After Xingluo's sword domain broke through, a miraculous change occurred. The seven-colored light curtain was no longer suppressed, but could alternate between real and fake.

He swung his sword, and the empty sword passed through the rock without leaving any trace; the next sword fell, but it directly cut the stone peak in half.

The difference between reality and illusion lies in one thought.

"This is Lianxu..." Xingluo murmured in a low voice, and an unprecedented clarity arose in his heart.

Outside the bamboo forest, Atlantis marveled, "On the battlefield, his sword would be almost unstoppable."

The news that Xingluo advanced to the Lianxu realm quickly spread throughout the sect.

"At the age of twenty, he has already reached the state of Void Refinement!"

"The Seven-Colored Exiled Immortal is truly too evil."

"If he continues to grow, he will surely transcend the Mahayana and step into the unknown."

The elders were shocked, but more worried.

"The realm of refining emptiness is the prelude to the pinnacle of the human race. If he can really break through the realm, I am afraid he will attract the fear of the immortals."

The headmaster said in a deep voice, "Now that this boy has embarked on this path, no one can stop him. I just hope he doesn't get distracted, otherwise, disaster will surely come his way."

Just a few months after Xingluo's breakthrough, news of this happened outside the sect.

The three sects, the Tianlang Sect, the Red Flame Valley, and the Xuanming Sect, joined forces to kill Xingluo before it could completely stabilize, to prevent future troubles. Before they could even confront the immortal, they were already facing the jealousy of their own people.

"The seven-colored banished immortal cannot be allowed to grow." This is their consensus.

The war breaks out again, and the entire sect prepares for war.

The Sect Master summoned Xing Luo and said in a deep voice, "Are you willing to fight for the Sect in this battle?"

Xingluo stood holding the sword, his eyes calm: "I wish."

On the battlefield, the coalition forces of the three sects were approaching, with thousands of monks and demons following them, and their momentum was as strong as a mountain.

The enemy general sneered: "Seven-colored Exiled Immortal? Today is the day you die!"

Xingluo took a step forward, the sword domain unfolded, and the seven-colored light covered the sky and the earth.

The enemy's formation pressed down, and the void shook. Xingluo's longsword swung, and sword shadows alternating between real and fake suddenly appeared.

The first sword thrust is virtual, the second sword thrust is real.

The virtual sword silently penetrated the formation, and the real sword suddenly cut off the center of the formation!

boom!

The great formation collapsed and the enemy troops were routed.

Breaking the formation has never been so simple and crude. There is no need for any fancy moves. This is the crushing of the higher dimension over the lower dimension.

Everyone was shocked: "...The power of breaking through the world!"

Xingluo broke the formation with one sword, and the five people in the bamboo forest immediately attacked together.

The ink sword is like a mountain, solidifying the defense line;

Lantis's sword is like water, between reality and illusion, and he can see through the enemy's intentions;

Elwin's sword is as brilliant as a star;

Pandora's ice sword is so cold that it can cut through enemies like frost.

The five of them joined forces and were unstoppable. The enemy was defeated and finally fled.

After the battle, the disciples cheered: "The seven-colored exiled immortal slew the three sects with his sword!"

However, the attitude of the sect's top leaders is more complicated.

"This boy has shown his prowess, and he may attract stronger foreign enemies to encircle and suppress him."

"But if he can break through the boundaries, he might be able to bring unprecedented hope."

"He is no longer someone we can control."

The Sect Leader pondered for a moment, then sighed, "Let him go. If one day he can break through his limits, it will be a blessing for all of humanity."

Late at night, the bamboo forest is quiet.

Xingluo practiced sword alone, alternating between real and fake, the sword light was like a dream.

Pandora walked over quietly with a complicated look in her eyes.

"You have reached the stage of refining emptiness, and are only one step away from the limit." She whispered.

"Limit?" Xingluo chuckled. "On the path of sword cultivation, is there ever a limit?"

Pandora stared at him, her eyes trembling slightly: "If one day, you really surpass the limits of the human race, will you still be yourself?"

Xingluo was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Who I am is not important. What is important is my sword."

Pandora was shocked, but said nothing more.

Under the ancient locust tree, the gray-robed old man looked at the seven-colored light in the night sky, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

"Refining the Void and breaking the Realm..." he murmured in a low voice.

"In this life, someone has finally reached the limit."

But then, a shadow flashed in his eyes.

"But, can you really go on?"

On an autumn night in Luoshen Sect, the moonlight was cold and clear. The wind whistled through the bamboo forest, and it seemed as if the sound of invisible swords rose with the wind.

Xingluo sat cross-legged, a seven-colored light surging within him. Since refining the Void, his sword had become able to alternate between real and fake, but he could sense a doorway ahead.

Behind that door is the fusion.

For sword practitioners, the meaning of fusion is not a simple improvement in cultivation, but a true harmony between the sword heart and the heaven and earth, becoming a part of the heaven and earth.

One night, the sect was suddenly attacked by a demon tribe. The wolf demon and the snake demon joined forces, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

The disciples fought hastily, swords flashing everywhere, but gradually they became exhausted.

Xingluo rushed out to the battlefield, his sword domain unfolding, and a seven-colored light enveloped the battlefield. The enemy army was temporarily blocked, but the enemy was too numerous and continued to surge forward like a tide.

Xingluo's eyes turned cold, and he pointed his sword straight at the sky.

"Sword and Heart Become One!"

boom!

In an instant, his entire body merged with the sword, and the sword light shot up into the sky, turning into a colorful rainbow light, spanning the night sky!

The sword flashed, and the demon army was instantly cut in two, with blood dyeing the night red.

The disciples stood there in amazement.

"This is... the power of fusion!"

After the war, Xingluo secluded himself for seven days, completely integrating the insights gained from that sword into his heart.

His sword domain was no longer simply an outward-facing light curtain; it resonated with the heavens and the earth. Every bamboo in the bamboo forest seemed an extension of his sword intent. The wind blowing through the bamboo leaves was the sound of swords. The rain falling on the pond was the shadow of swords.

"When man and sword become one, the heart of the sword is the heaven and earth." Xingluo murmured in a low voice, with a clear look in his eyes.

Pandora came to visit and looked at him quietly.

"You've come this far." Her voice was low, but with a barely perceptible tremor.

Xingluo smiled and said, "It's not enough. Although the sword and heart are in harmony, the realm beyond the sky is still unknown."

Pandora stepped forward and reached out to hold his hand. Their palms touched, and their swords suddenly resonated. The seven-colored light and icy energy intertwined, forming an unprecedented resonance.

"This is..." Pandora's eyes were shocked.

"Sword heart resonance." Xingluo replied in a low voice.

Their eyes met, the wind in the bamboo forest stopped, and it seemed as if the world was holding its breath.

The news of Xingluo's fusion quickly spread throughout the world of cultivation.

"The seven-colored exiled immortal, man and sword become one!"

"At just over twenty years old, he's already merged. Isn't this against the will of heaven?"

"If he continues to grow, he will surely surpass his limits and step into the unknown!"

The external forces were shaken and began to plot.

"We can't let him grow any further, otherwise no one will be able to control him in the future!"

"The Seven-Colored Exiled Immortal must die!"

So, a bigger storm is brewing.

The Luoshen Sect also began to split.

"Xingluo is the future of our sect, and we must give it our full support!"

"No, being too aggressive will only bring about a catastrophic disaster!"

The elders argued endlessly, but the leader remained silent.

Late into the night, he stood alone atop Jiange, gazing up at the starry sky, and sighed softly, "This boy is no longer within our power to influence. I only hope he can make it to the very end."

Not long after, the three sects attacked again, and this time they sent out the most powerful warriors at the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm, vowing to kill Xingluo.

A great battle broke out in the sky, with swords flashing and thunder roaring.

The enemy warrior sneered: "The Seven-Colored Exiled Immortal is just an empty title! Today, I will take your life!"

Xingluo's eyes were calm and he slowly raised his sword.

"The world is my sword, and the sword is my heart."