The Great Ruler: Starting from the Lower Plane

"The Sword of Annihilation!"

Staring at the large characters in the center of the giant sword, Ye Feng let out a soft breath.

This Absolute Annihilation Sword is the highest-level sword manual he can currently access within the Sword Fall Space. However, even though he has now broken through to the Sword Emperor realm and his strength has improved significantly, he still does not have the qualifications to comprehend it.

"This supreme sword intent that can sever heaven and earth and annihilate all things—just looking at it makes one's soul tremble. It seems that only those who have reached the Sword Emperor realm are qualified to study even a little bit of it."

Ye Feng sighed inwardly. Although he still couldn't comprehend this supreme sword manual, as his own strength improved, he had gained some new insights into the Heavenly Annihilation Sword before him.

Previously, he only knew that such sword manuals were beyond his comprehension, but now, through his perception, he knew the specific strength requirements, which was undoubtedly a step forward.

"With my current strength, I can learn all the other sword techniques, but these kinds of sword techniques are better mastered than learned in large quantities..."

Ye Feng's mind sank slightly, and then his gaze slowly moved down, examining the sword diagrams and texts, selecting sword techniques that satisfied him.

"Condensed Light Thrust, Nine Heavens Chasing the Moon Slash, Mysterious Frost Ten Thousand Ren..."

"Mastering these three sword techniques is enough to face any enemy in this world..."

In a split second, Ye Feng made his decision and focused his mind into the giant sword.

As Ye Feng's consciousness entered, the ancient sword trembled slightly, emitting a deep and ancient sword cry that resounded throughout the hazy space.

However, this bizarre scene was clearly unknown to anyone.

In the vast and endless天地 (heaven and earth).

Gazing at the glowing sword, Ye Feng once again immersed himself in the clash and training with the sword puppet.

The Condensing Light Thrust, though only a simple move, possesses immense power. In the Sword Continent, it could be compared to a Celestial-grade sword technique.

At this moment, the Condensed Light Strike unleashed by the sword puppet in front of Ye Feng left Ye Feng's consciousness completely powerless to resist. In less than ten breaths, his consciousness disintegrated and reconstituted several times.

Compared to Ye Feng's performance when he practiced Meteor Fall before, this time it was obviously much inferior. This was not because of Ye Feng, but because the power of this sword technique was unpredictable.

That concentrated point of sword light could pierce through the void, leaving no time for anyone to react.

"Such swordsmanship could be a trump card..."

Ye Feng endured the excruciating pain emanating from his consciousness, focusing intently on observing every movement of the sword puppet, every flow of sword intent, and even the subtle changes in the surrounding space when the sword light condensed.

"Condensing light into a single point, achieving ultimate sharpness—this is the condensation of a state of mind. It requires compressing one's sword intent, sword energy, and even understanding of spatial power to an extreme..."

"..."

As his consciousness continued to shatter, Ye Feng gradually came to a realization. At the same time, he subconsciously began to imitate the movements of the sword puppet, and a wisp of sword energy condensed at his fingertips.

At the beginning, Ye Feng's fingertips only had a faint light, which was difficult to form and very unstable.

But with each attempt, the light at Ye Feng's fingertip gradually became more solid and dazzling.

After an unknown amount of time, a glint flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, and he let out a low shout.

"Freeze!"

The next moment.

A dazzling light slowly gathered at Ye Feng's fingertip, and the sharp aura emanating from it caused the surrounding vast space to distort.

"It's a success!"

Ye Feng was overjoyed, but the sword puppet's attack arrived in an instant, causing the newly condensed light points to dissipate.

"The speed wasn't fast enough, and the control was still a little lacking."

Ye Feng, whose consciousness had been re-formed, was not discouraged; his fighting spirit grew even stronger.

Time slips away bit by bit.

Through Ye Feng's tireless efforts, the light points gathered at his fingertips were gradually able to be released rapidly, carrying earth-shattering power to compete with the glowing sword puppet.

"I have already mastered the Condensing Light Thorn. Next up are the Nine Heavens Chasing Moon Slash and the Mysterious Frost Myriad Blades. However, my consciousness is currently exhausted, and I need to rest for a while."

"Let's start again tomorrow..."

"..."

Time passed slowly as Ye Feng cultivated.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

In the bright, quiet room, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

His cultivation in the consciousness space over the past month has greatly increased his trump cards.

Although it's almost useless in the Sword Continent, it's always good to be prepared. I imagine that this kind of sword skill would be considered quite good even among those of the same level in the Great Thousand World.

"It's time to go to the Blazing Sword Stele."

With a thought, Ye Feng stood up, pushed open the door, and walked out of the quiet room.

Having reached the Sword Emperor level, his divine sense perception has been greatly enhanced, and his resilience is incomparable to what it used to be. After a month of occasional rest during his cultivation, he did not feel much fatigue.

The sunlight was just right in the courtyard. Su Qingxue and the other two were sitting around a stone table, talking in hushed tones, with occasional soft laughter.

Upon seeing Ye Feng emerge, the three women stopped talking, stood up, and all looked at him.

"My husband has finally emerged from seclusion."

Jiang Zhenyue stood up, smiling as she stepped forward, her bright eyes darting over Ye Feng.

For the past month, the three of them have not focused much on cultivation in order to see their husbands, but have been waiting instead.

No one knows how many more years the person in front of them will need to go into seclusion to cultivate after entering the Fire Sword Stele.

"What do you mean by 'finally out of seclusion'? It seems you have quite a bit of resentment."

Ye Feng nodded and smiled, then picked Jiang Zhenyue up and carried her to the stone table, where he sat down. He then took the tea that Su Qingxue had poured for him.

Surrounded by three beauties, with their warm fragrance and soft flesh in his arms, such a blissful life was hard to come by. Unfortunately, he was a cultivation fanatic and often neglected the three women.

After leaving the Burning Heaven Ancient Realm, Jiang Zhenyue only spent a day or two with the three of them before cultivating in the Sword Pendant Space. Otherwise, she wouldn't have said those words.

However, there are some secrets he will not tell or explain to anyone. These are things that have been with him through two lifetimes, and there is no need to say more about them.

"If I didn't know how capable you are, I'd probably doubt whether you're really that good..."

Jiang Zhenyue nestled in Ye Feng's arms, her jade-like fingers gently touching Ye Feng's chest. She leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, her charming voice carrying a hint of melancholy.

After finally waiting for the person in front of her to come out of the Burning Heaven Ancient Realm, her husband completely ignored the three of them after the first few days. This was not like a normal man at all.

She was always quite confident in her own beauty, and Su Qingxue was even more outstanding than her, while Chen tide was not much less so.

Upon hearing this, Su Qingxue and Chen tide, who were standing nearby, both blushed slightly. One turned her head away, while the other lowered her head and fiddled with the hem of her clothes.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.