Shenwu Yutianlei

"Risks and opportunities coexist, the ancients were not deceiving me." Shen Yun stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the rolling sea of clouds in the distance and whispering to himself, his five fingers slowly tightened, feeling the spiritual power in his body surging like a river.

The power was several times stronger than before, and it carried a subtle thunder as it flowed through the meridians. Every circulation filled his limbs and bones with an indescribable sense of fullness.

His cultivation at the eighth level of foundation building was as solid as a mountain. The lightning seed in his dantian that had been dormant for so long was now shining brightly, with lavender lightning wandering on the surface of the seed, like a sleeping young dragon slowly waking up.

What is even more shocking is that the seed is surrounded by eighteen condensed sword intentions that are as real as substance. They rotate slowly along mysterious trajectories like satellites. From time to time, sharp sword energy about an inch long bursts out from the sword, organizing the spiritual power in the Dantian into neat order.

This kind of scene - it is said that risks and opportunities coexist. Only after experiencing it personally today did I understand the true meaning.

What surprised him most was his understanding of the sword's meaning.

At this moment, he only needed to move his mind slightly, and a light green sword energy would condense on his fingertips. That sword energy was not simply the release of spiritual power, but contained the sharp edge that could cut off illusions. When it fell on the rock, it would leave a half-inch deep sword mark, and when it touched the grass and trees, it would cause them to wither silently.

This is no longer a crude method that a foundation-building cultivator can master, but it has truly touched the threshold of "controlling the sword with the mind". With time, the sword's will and the soul can be integrated, making the sword move as the heart moves and the sword arrives as the mind does.

"The last breakthrough was before entering the secret realm..." Shen Yun looked at the green light flowing in his palm, and his thoughts drifted back to the Lin family mansion. At that time, he had stepped into the seventh level of foundation building with the help of the spirit gathering array and three mind-condensing pills provided by the Lin family. It was not like today, where he suddenly realized in the life and death trial at Broken Sword Peak, not only did his cultivation soar to the eighth level, but he also obtained the Qingming Sword fragment, a treasure.

Shen Yun stroked the sword with his fingertips, and the cold touch was warm, as if he was holding a piece of ancient jade that contained life. He could clearly feel the faint pulse coming from his palm, and the frequency gradually overlapped with his heartbeat, as if the sword had long been connected to his soul. The fused long sword glowed coldly in the sunlight, like ice quenched by the moonlight. The star patterns on the sword spine flowed like living things, sometimes converging into a river, sometimes scattering into stars, changing into thousands of scenes. With every breath, the starlight on the sword flickered, as if the sword had become an extension of his body, resonating with his blood and qi.

"Is this still the Jinghong Sword?" Shen Yun muttered to himself, his eyes full of amazement and doubt. The two characters "Qingming" on the sword's hilt were simple and vigorous, with dragons and snakes swimming between the strokes, revealing a majesty from ancient times; and the place where "Jinghong" was originally engraved has now been replaced by a lightning-like pattern, which flashes with a faint lightning, as if a thunderbolt will strike at any time. The temperament of this sword is completely different - the Jinghong Sword used to be agile and elegant, like a stream of light that cuts through the sky, light and swift; now it has a bit more of the charm of ancient vicissitudes, as if it has witnessed the changes of countless years, steady and heavy.

"Second-level top grade..." Shen Yun shook his head and chuckled, with a hint of disapproval in his tone.

How can the current long sword be compared with a mere second-level spiritual weapon? Even if only the fragments are fused, its power is far greater than before. He waved his hand casually, and the air was slightly distorted wherever the sword passed, as if it was pulled by an invisible force. A three-meter-long sword energy silently sank into the distant mountain wall. There was no earth-shattering sound, but it left a bottomless sword mark. The rubble on the mountain wall slowly slid down along the sword mark, and a dull sound of landing was heard after a long time. This kind of power is probably difficult for ordinary third-level spiritual weapons to achieve.

What is even more amazing is the growth potential of the sword body.

Originally, the Jinghong Sword had reached the limit of the second-grade upper grade, as if it was bound by invisible shackles and could not make any further progress. Now, after integrating the Qingming fragments, the sword seemed to have broken some kind of shackles and was improving its quality at a slow but steady pace. Shen Yun could feel that every time he used the sword formula, the sword body was greedily absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the star patterns were gradually increasing and becoming clearer, as if a vast star map was slowly unfolding.

"It's time to give you a new name." Shen Yun stared at the sword, his eyes full of expectation and cherishment. The starlight on the sword became brighter and brighter under his gaze, as if responding to his thoughts. Suddenly, he had an idea, and a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes: "Since it contains the fragments of the Qingming Sword and integrates the Tianlei Sword, why not call it 'Qinglei Sword'!"

As soon as the words fell, the long sword made a clear sound, as if cheering. The star patterns and lightning patterns on the sword lit up at the same time, interweaving with each other, emitting dazzling green light and lightning. A more majestic sword intent surged from the sword, perfectly matching the spiritual power in Shen Yun's body.

As if responding to the master's approval, the sword glowed brightly, and a purple-gold lightning wrapped around the sword tip, drawing a gorgeous trajectory in the night sky. This reborn divine weapon was waiting to shine in a new journey.

The mountain breeze blew towards him, carrying the unique fragrance of plants and trees in the secret realm. Shen Yun took a deep breath, and the turbid air that had been pent up in his chest was swept away. He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Life is about struggle!" The laughter echoed in the valley, startling a group of colorful spirit birds. The phosphorus powder they scattered when they flapped their wings sparkled like stars in the sun.

Shen Yun stared at the startled flock of birds, his thoughts surging. If he had listened to the Lin family's advice that "Broken Sword Peak is extremely dangerous", how could he hold the Qinglei Sword and comprehend the ancient sword intent at this moment? The path of cultivating immortals is to fight against the heavens. Those who are cautious can only look up at the peak from the foot of the mountain for the rest of their lives.

"Cultivating immortals is like sailing against the current..." He gently stroked the sword, feeling the surging sword spirit. Even if this exploration failed, the key points he learned from the sword energy and the experience he gained with blood have become part of his foundation. This is the most precious harvest.

Suddenly, the Qinglei Sword trembled violently. The two characters "Qingming" on the sword tip glowed with dazzling green light, and a clear feeling came into his sea of consciousness - the next fragment was in Jueling Valley!

"Interesting." Shen Yun's eyes gleamed. The thing that could cause the Qingming Sword to have such a strong reaction was definitely not an ordinary fragment.

&34;Swoosh—&34;

The Qinglei Sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and the star pattern on the sword flowed, outlining the outline of Jueling Valley in the void. One of the hot spring marks was flashing red, and a small sword shadow could be vaguely seen.

Shen Yun understood and leaped onto the sword's back. The Qinglei Sword emitted a long and clear sound, and the sword light surged three feet, like a green dragon rising into the sky. In the howling wind, his robes rustled and his hair flew, but they could not cover the blazing light in his eyes.

The sea of clouds rolled under his feet, and the mountains and rivers retreated rapidly. At this moment, he seemed to be integrated with the sword, feeling unprecedented freedom and joy. This is the true way of sword cultivation - not confined to a small space, not trapped by worldly views, and using the sword in hand to measure the vastness of the world!