Shenwu Yutianlei

The dusk was like crushed blood, splashing on the rugged outline of Broken Sword Peak, dyeing the entire mountain like a dormant beast, with dark red saliva dripping between its fangs.

Shen Yun stood at the foot of the mountain with his hands behind his back. The sharp mountain wind blew up his dark clothes. Amid the rustling sound, he looked up at the isolated peak that looked like a broken blade. The iron-gray rocks on the surface of the mountain looked like the skeleton of a giant beast gnawed by time. They were densely studded with various ancient swords. The bronze swords glowed dimly under the mottled green rust. The fine iron blades had jagged edges, and some of the broken swords only had half of the hilt left.

The afterglow of the setting sun swept across the swords, reflecting a cold light on the rusted swords. The wooden plaques tied to the sword tassels swayed gently in the mountain breeze, making a tiny "tapping" sound, as if countless dead souls were whispering in their ears.

"Such a strong evil spirit..." A soft sigh escaped from Shen Yun's throat, and he pinched his fingers together. The "Divine Mind Sutra" in his body was like a lit fuse. Spiritual energy rushed through his meridians and condensed into a layer of light blue light shield on the surface of his body. Intricate runes could be vaguely seen in the flowing halo.

He took a tentative step forward, and suddenly there was a crisp "crack" sound under his feet. Looking down, he saw a broken sword tip. The broken surface was covered with fine cracks, and the sharp edge was still shining with a cold light. It had been buried here for who knows how many years, as if telling the story of the fierce battle in the past.

The Jinghong Sword trembled uneasily in its sheath, making a "buzzing" warning sound, and the jade dragon pattern on the hilt twisted and swam as if it had come alive. Shen Yun held his breath and knelt on one knee, slowly moving his fingertips along the winding sword marks on the stone. In the cold touch, wisps of ancient sword intent seeped into the meridians like a trickle, carrying the unique fishy and sweet smell of metal.

As his fingertips rubbed, the "Divine Mind Sutra" in his body circulated more and more rapidly, and vague images of sword moves emerged in his sea of consciousness, like a dusty scroll gradually unfolding under the infiltration of spiritual power.

"So these sword marks are..." Shen Yun's pupils suddenly shrank. The seemingly messy scratches on the rock wall actually concealed a subtle rhythm. Those gullies of varying depths were actually the inheritance map of some profound sword tactics! Every inch of rock on Broken Sword Peak was like a bronze tripod engraved with ancient secret codes, waiting for someone to decipher it.

At the moment of his epiphany, the blood-colored mist on the top of the peak suddenly boiled, like a deep pool into which a huge rock was thrown. The cracked hilt of the sword burst out with thousands of golden lights, and countless fine sword qi poured down like a torrential rain.

These sword energies took on different forms, some with the force of thunder, others with the chill of frost, interweaving in the air to form an impenetrable net. Wherever the sword energies passed, the air emitted a sharp hiss, and spider-web-like cracks were cut into the rocks on the ground.

"That's right!" Shen Yun was not surprised but happy. He slammed the knuckles of his right hand against the scabbard, and the Jinghong Sword came out with a clang, drawing a brilliant blue light curtain in the air. However, the moment the sword energy touched the light curtain, it penetrated into it like mercury pouring on the ground. The sharp sword intent instantly cut dozens of blood marks on his arm. The moment the blood oozed out, it turned into tiny blood beads suspended in the air, reflecting a strange rainbow light.

Shen Yun suddenly closed his eyes, and all his spiritual energy was gathered. The violent sword energy poured down like a rainstorm, cutting dozens of bloody marks on his body. The blood dripped down his green robe, but the moment it touched the ground, it was absorbed by those ancient sword marks eagerly.

&34;Tick-tock-&34;

The sound of blood drops falling on the sword marks was particularly crisp on the silent mountain top. As the blood seeped in, the sword marks on the stone surface lit up with a faint blue light one by one, as if the sleeping galaxy was awakened. Each sword mark began to emit light, creating a mysterious resonance with the raging sword energy in the air.

Shen Yun's sea of consciousness suddenly spun around, and countless memory fragments streaked across like meteors:

He saw a swordsman in white standing in the air, his feet following the trajectory of the Big Dipper. The sword in his hand was plain and simple, but when he swung it, the stars shook. As the sword passed by, a bright star was cut off, dragging a long tail of light and falling into the bottomless abyss. The sword light contained the determination to cut off the heaven and earth.

The scene suddenly changed, and a shirtless man stood on the top of the sea of clouds. The heavy sword in his hand had no edge, but it exuded a suffocating sense of oppression. With a roar that shook the sky, the man raised his sword and slashed at the sky. Before the sword arrived, the towering mountains below had already collapsed. In the smoke and dust, a sword mark that crossed the sky lingered for a long time. This sword carried the tyranny of splitting the chaos.

Suddenly, the scene changed again. The woman in green clothes walked lightly, the soft sword in her hand was like a flying dragon. Every time she thrust out the sword, thousands of sword shadows were split, real and fake, real and fake. The most amazing thing was that those sword shadows condensed in the air and did not disperse, and finally turned into a bamboo forest composed of sword light. The sword intent contained endless longevity.

As the three completely different sword intentions were raging in his body, the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Seed in Shen Yun's Dantian suddenly trembled. The Thunder God Technique started to work on its own, and the purple-gold lightning rushed through his meridians. The three ancient sword intentions seemed to be attracted by something and began to revolve around the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Seed.

Every time the thunder seed turned a circle, an arc of electricity struck the sword intent. Surprisingly, these violent sword intents were gradually tamed under the tempering of thunder, and finally turned into three small sword seals, suspended around the thunder seed.

Shen Yun suddenly opened his eyes, and lightning and sword light intertwined in his pupils. He raised his hand and swung it lightly, and the Jinghong Sword slashed out in the air, with purple-gold lightning snakes wrapped around the sword. This sword contained the sharpness of the Star Sword, the heaviness of the heavy sword, and finally the unpredictable nature of the soft sword.

&34;Boom!&34;

A huge rock a hundred feet away shattered with a sound. The broken surface was as black as charcoal, yet as smooth as a mirror - this was proof of the perfect fusion of thunder and sword intent.

Shen Yun felt the new power in his body, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. After being tempered by the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder, these three sword intentions have been perfectly integrated with his "Thunder God Technique" to form a unique "Heavenly Thunder Sword Intent". What surprised him even more was that after the Thunder Intent was integrated with the sword intention, it seemed that some kind of transformation had occurred, and fine sword patterns appeared on the surface...

"This is... a scene of ancient sword cultivators discussing the Dao!" Shen Yun's soul was shaken, as if he was struck by a bolt of lightning. The scene in his sea of consciousness suddenly became extremely clear - the blood-colored mist surged into an ancient arena, and seven sword cultivators wearing robes of the sun, moon, and stars were suspended in the air. The sword qi they casually swung out flowed with the laws of heaven, and every collision caused cracks in the void like glass. The white-clothed sword cultivator in the lead lightly tapped his fingertips, and a rushing galaxy condensed into a sword embryo. The silver light flowing on the sword body clearly showed the birth and death of thousands of stars.