From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe ten days, maybe half a month.

Deep inside the stone chamber, Meng Fei slowly opened his eyes.

In that instant, he seemed to become a drawn sword, an invisible yet chilling sword intent emanating from him, even freezing the dust on the stone wall.

However, Meng Fei did not rush to act. He simply sat still, as if in a deep abyss, while the sword intent emanating from him became clearer and sharper, like water about to overflow.

Finally, he moved—he leaned slightly forward, his right hand already gripping the hilt of the Azure Blood Sword.

The sword flashes like a serpentine snake.

The first move of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, "Serpent Probing the Cave," is executed with ease. The sword tip trembles slightly, its movements unpredictable, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, seeking an opening to enter.

But the agile sword technique had only gone halfway when it suddenly changed—the sword light split apart, and three cold stars bloomed out of thin air, like cold stars suddenly lighting up in the night sky. This was the second move, "Three Stars Stealing Soul".

Before the cold starlight had dissipated, the sword intent shifted again. The three points of starlight suddenly contracted inward, instantly condensing into a straight rainbow light, which was actually the third move, "Rainbow Piercing the Sun"!

The move began, but by the middle of the fight, it had already changed form twice.

The elusiveness of the Serpent, the speed of the Three Stars, and the fierceness of the Rainbow were all wielded with ease in his hands, as if these three techniques were one and the same. The sword moved at will, and his will moved with his heart.

The direction of the sword is no longer a fixed attack, but an extension of the mind; wherever the mind goes, the sword goes.

The thirteen sword techniques subtly blended together in this casual gesture.

Inside the stone chamber, the sword light grew denser and faster until it became impossible to distinguish which move or sword strike it was.

For a moment, sword energy crisscrossed the stone chamber, sometimes like a drizzle, sometimes like a raging torrent, and sometimes like a solitary peak standing tall.

All the changes stemmed from an extremely refined killing intent—pure, direct, yet infinitely variable.

Finally, all the sword light suddenly disappeared.

The Azure Blood Sword hung silently at his side. Meng Fei stood alone in the room, his sword aura still lingering, but his eyes were clear and bright.

From this point on, the "form" and "intention" of the Thirteen Deadly Swords are no longer distinguishable.

With the slightest thought, the sword moves like a dragon; wherever the mind points, the sword technique is formed naturally.

The thirteen sword techniques had become as natural as breathing. At this point, the Thirteen Deadly Swords had truly reached a state of complete freedom and perfect harmony.

After thoroughly mastering the Thirteen Deadly Swords, Meng Fei only rested briefly before resuming his cultivation.

The Great Method of Planting Demons in the Heart of the Dao, the third level: "Establishing Demons"!

Meng Fei suppressed his elation at achieving mastery of the Thirteen Deadly Swords and slowly focused his mind on the "Demon Seed" deeply embedded in his Dao foundation.

After a series of battles, the demonic seed has grown much stronger and more solid. At this moment, the demonic seed is like a beating black heart, constantly emitting an aura of evil, chaos, and destruction.

He carefully used his "Dao Heart" as a guide to slowly direct the evil power within the demon seed.

Upon contact, the demonic seed became unusually agitated, releasing demonic energy that attempted to devour his mind.

However, the sword heart condensed after mastering the Thirteen Deadly Swords is like an incomparably sharp sword, and no matter how much demonic energy erodes it, it never changes in the slightest.

Then, he guided and controlled this violent power little by little, allowing it to slowly take root in his Dao foundation.

As more and more demonic energy was guided, the originally balanced and peaceful Dao foundation began to be transformed by this evil power, condensing into a darker soil full of evil vitality.

Using this root system, the demonic seed slowly moved toward the blackened foundation of the Dao, and then took root there, like a placenta, and began to beat with a "thump, thump".

In an instant, a tearing, twisting sensation emerged from the depths of his mind, as if another cold, evil "self" filled with destructive desires was splitting off from his soul.

Meng Fei gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, desperately guarding the last bit of clarity in his mind, using his "Dao Heart" to control this frantic transformation process.

Time, in a balance of extreme pain and danger, passed by second by second.

The air inside the stone chamber seemed to stagnate due to the increasingly intense and eerie aura emanating from Meng Fei.

Under his tireless guidance and the nourishment of his Dao foundation transformation, that "demon seed" slowly gave birth to a darker and more evil "demon embryo".

A month passed quickly amidst the daily torment and the growth of demonic energy.

When Meng Fei temporarily broke free from his deep cultivation and slowly opened his eyes...

In the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be two swirling, bottomless dark vortexes.

What one sees is a chilling indifference that sees right through people, and a darkness that seems to devour everything.

Then, he slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the Azure Blood Sword radiating crimson light in the stone chamber.

"The time has come!"

Meng Fei muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and cold, devoid of any emotion.

"boom--!"

Pushing open the stone door that had been sealed for a month, the light from the outside world rushed in instantly, causing him to involuntarily squint his heterochromatic eyes.

Outside the door, Li Bin, Ji Du, and the others, who had been standing and waiting, were all shocked the moment they saw Meng Fei walk out of the stone chamber, and subconsciously took a half step back!

The master before me was completely different from the one who had been in seclusion a month ago.

The eerie aura surrounding him was chilling, and his heterochromatic eyes were so cold they could freeze one's soul.

All of this indicates that during his month-long seclusion, Meng Fei has undergone a transformative yet terrifying change.

His gaze slowly swept over the crowd, his eyes as cold as ice, sending a chill down the spines of everyone who came into contact with him.

"Master...Master..."

Li Bin suppressed his heart palpitations and took a step forward.

"Is everything ready?"

Upon hearing this, Jidu took a deep breath, immediately stepped forward, and handed over a booklet.

"According to reports from various sources, the elders and hall masters of the Sun Moon Sect, who are scattered throughout the country, have recently received urgent orders to return to Blackwood Cliff one after another to observe its movements. It seems that... something big has happened at Blackwood Cliff."

"In addition, Lan Fenghuang, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, has not descended the mountain since returning to Blackwood Cliff. Also... there is another unconfirmed piece of news."

"Linghu Chong of the Hengshan Sect, who was tricked away by Ren Woxing, was apparently imprisoned by him underground in the Plum Manor of West Lake. He was rescued by Ren Yingying a few days ago, and now... he has arrived at Blackwood Cliff."

Linghu Chong? He also went to Blackwood Cliff?

Meng Fei casually took it and quickly scanned the contents of the booklet.

"Excellent! Since they've all gathered at Blackwood Cliff, let's wipe them out in one fell swoop and destroy the Sun Moon Cult."

"Lin Yan".

"Disciple is here!"

Lin Yan felt a chill and quickly stepped forward.

Meng Fei looked at him, the cold scrutiny in his eyes lessening slightly.

"You stay this time."

"Master?!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan suddenly looked up, a hint of urgency and resentment flashing in his eyes.

"Master, your disciple also wishes to accompany you to Blackwood Cliff..."

That's enough.

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Fei raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Your mission is more important."

Then, his gaze turned to the room, where Aya was watching over the sleeping Aro.

"Take enough men, along with Aya and Aro, and set off immediately for the several secret outposts that have been prepared in advance."

"Regardless of the outcome of this trip to Blackwood Cliff, the Sun Moon Cult will not let this go easily. It is no longer safe here."

"Take good care of them. Do not allow any more mishaps. If anything happens to them, you don't need to come back."

The last sentence, spoken in a calm tone, instantly soaked Lin Yan's back with cold sweat.

"Yes, Master! Your disciple guarantees with his life that he will protect Aya and the other two. Even if he is shattered to pieces, he will never fail your trust."

"Um."

Meng Fei nodded slightly, his gaze returning to Ji Du and the others.

"You will come with me on this trip to Blackwood Cliff."

"yes!"