Chaos Dao Sheng Jue

Lu Chen's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he thought to himself, "It's still more promising to follow the big shots. It will save me from taking many detours. This place is so remote that I definitely won't be able to find it without someone to guide me."

Moreover, even after countless years, one can still faintly sense the Daoist essence within these knife and sword marks.

As soon as the two landed on the rocky ground, they felt an even stronger Daoist aura and killing intent. This aura and killing intent made the already lifeless place so oppressive that even breathing became difficult.

Fang Xinyi sat cross-legged on a rock, closed her eyes, as if she wanted to become one with the land.

Lu Chen knew that she was trying to comprehend the Dao of Swordsmanship here. Without hesitation, he also found a rock, sat cross-legged, and tried to find his own Dao of Swordsmanship in this ancient place.

Even if Fang Xinyi didn't stay, Lu Chen would stay behind alone to experience this opportunity. If Fang Xinyi wasn't willing to wait for him, he would still go his own way. Although he had promised Fang Xinyi that he would travel with her, no one could stop him from taking his own actions.

Fortunately, Fang Xinyi chose to stay, which was perfect for Lu Chen.

Lu Chen closed his eyes and concentrated, completely immersed in the ancient and mysterious aura of the sword.

As he continued to absorb those Daoist principles, vivid images gradually emerged in his mind.

The first thing that catches the eye is the phantom of a cultivator dressed in an ancient robe, holding a large sword that gleams with a cold light.

This greatsword seemed to carry boundless power, and every swing was accompanied by an aura of world destruction.

The cultivator suddenly swung his broadsword, and a dazzling blade of light burst forth from its tip, shooting straight into the sky.

This blade of light appeared out of nowhere like a giant silver dragon, instantly tearing open the void and creating a rift, as if even space itself had been ripped apart. The power of this strike was enough to change the color of mountains and rivers, and shake the heavens and earth.

However, just as the blade was about to touch its target, another cultivator's phantom waved his hand lightly, and a seemingly casual sword strike was launched.

This sword strike was devoid of any frills or powerful aura; it was simply thrust out in a plain and unassuming manner, yet it unleashed astonishing power the instant it made contact with the blade's edge.

This seemingly ordinary sword strike easily blocked the devastating blade light and even pushed it back.

Lu Chen was filled with shock. He knew that this was a duel between masters from ancient times, and every move contained profound principles and infinite power.

But what surprised him even more was that the battle between the two was not a simple matter of attacking and defending, but rather a contest of strength, skill, and understanding of the Great Dao.

As time passed, Lu Chen began to try to imitate the cultivator's movements, attempting to comprehend the final move of the Primordial Nine Blades. Lu Chen had never been able to find an opportunity to break through the ninth move of the Primordial Nine Blades, but he never expected that this opportunity would appear here.

At first, Lu Chen could only imitate the cultivator's posture of wielding the broadsword, but he soon discovered that simply imitating could not truly help him comprehend his own way of the sword.

To truly comprehend the ninth form of the Primordial Nine Blades, one must deeply understand the profound principles contained within it, then utilize the derivative functions of the Chaos Dao Genesis Technique, and combine these blade rhythms to achieve one's goal.

So, Lu Chen calmed down and simultaneously activated the Chaos Dao Life Technique, deducing all the techniques of the Primordial Nine Blades again and again.

As time went by, Lu Chen was unaware that countless phantom images of large swords seemed to be slowly rotating around him.

These illusory sword images were formed by the condensation of his will and Daoist principles, as if they were searching for an outlet for his emotions.

At this moment, Fang Xinyi was immersed in comprehending the way of the sword.

Suddenly, she felt a powerful force flowing slowly in front of her—it was countless phantom images of large swords. They seemed to flow calmly, but they did not cause any real harm to Fang Xinyi.

Nevertheless, out of instinct, Fang Xinyi's mind automatically manipulated the surrounding swordplay and Daoist energy.

These invisible forces quickly condensed into sword shadows, which, as if they had come to life, bombarded the illusory sword shadows.

In an instant, the crisp, almost tangible sounds of swords clashing echoed throughout the space.

Countless sword and blade shadows intertwined and collided, drawing dazzling trajectories in the air.

Each collision triggers a surge of energy, churning the surrounding air.

As the battle continued, the carnage, composed of phantoms, escalated to an astonishing scale.

Countless boulders cracked open under the force of this power, turning into dust. The earth trembled, and the cracks gradually spread, creating a breathtaking scene.

Lu Chen and Fang Xinyi, however, remained unusually calm despite being at the center of this raging energy storm.

Their hearts are like deep lake water, maintaining a rare clarity and tranquility in the face of external noise and chaos.

As time went on, Fang Xinyi gradually realized that these illusory sword shadows were not meant to harm her, but rather were some higher-level simulation of actual combat.

So she stopped passively letting her mind resist and instead actively adjusted her breathing, relaxed her body and mind, and tried to understand the true meaning behind this phenomenon.

When she lowered her guard, something miraculous happened: the intense sounds of clashing swords gradually diminished until they disappeared completely.

The shadows of swords and knives are no longer opposing forces, but rather merge and dance together, creating a magnificent and unparalleled scene.

At this moment, Lu Chen and Fang Xinyi were completely unaware, each immersed in their own understanding.

Half an hour passed, and Lu Chen's brows were furrowed. He kept deducing the various possibilities of the ninth form of the Primordial Nine Blades in his mind, trying to find the most perfect answer.

However, no matter how hard he tried, his ideas always went astray at some point and failed to achieve the desired results.

"What exactly is wrong?" Lu Chen wondered to himself, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead from overthinking.

He closed his eyes tightly and tried to examine his understanding of the Primordial Nine Blades from the beginning.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him: "If I could combine the previous eight techniques into one and then integrate them with the surrounding Daoist principles, perhaps I could open up a new chapter." With this thought in mind, Lu Chen was overjoyed and decided to give it a try.

He first mentally reviewed the first eight forms of the Primordial Nine Blades: the first form "Sole Supremacy," the second "Slaughter Only," the third "Devour," and so on... the eighth form "Tear."

The characteristics of each sword technique, the application of its principles, and the subtle connections between them gradually became clear to Lu Chen. At the same time, he focused on sensing the Daoist rhythm within this space.

As his thoughts flowed, the first eight moves of the Primordial Nine Blades appeared in his mind like phantoms, each move containing a unique power and artistic conception.

Lu Chen carefully controlled these sword technique images, trying to merge them together.

This is an extremely difficult process, requiring exceptional comprehension and a profound understanding of the Dao...