Master fell into evil? I took the blame for the heroine

Fu Xueqiong stared at the crack coldly, a glint of icy intensity in her eyes. With a slight movement of her fingers, the crack expanded, as if under her control, the crack could extend infinitely, even tearing the entire space apart.

Luo He stood aside, his eyes filled with shock and awe. He could sense the terrifying power contained within the crack, a sword force so powerful that even space itself could not withstand it.

No? Master, are you serious?

Chapter 87: Wutian Sword Technique (Part 2)

Fu Xueqiong could cut through space and create such an exaggerated gap with just a casual wave of her hand. This method was beyond his cognition.

The cracks gradually stabilized, but Fu Xueqiong's eyes remained as cold as ice.

"Come on, let's go in."

"Go in?" Luo He swallowed, not knowing what to say.

Without waiting for Luo He to refuse, Fu Xueqiong grabbed Luo He like a chicken and walked into the gap in space.

She is still so tough.

The moment he entered the space gap, the feeling of turbulence in the space came towards Luo He, making his body feel like it was being pressed by a mountain and bearing tremendous pressure.

Luo He began to understand why Fu Xueqiong said that a certain level of physical strength was required.

If he had stepped into this space gap before, his body would have been torn to pieces.

"The Wutian Sword Technique is not only a sword technique, but also a kind of internal strength mental method."

Fu Xueqiong's voice was as cold as ice, yet it radiated an undeniable power. Her gaze was sharp, as if she understood the essence of everything in the world. "It seeks the supreme sword, supreme power, and the severance of space."

Fu Xueqiong's words were filled with determination and authority, as if every word contained immense power. She leaned forward slightly, and though her tone was calm, it instilled an irresistible pressure on Luo He: "To practice this sword technique, one must have a heart as strong as iron and a will as strong as steel. The slightest deviation will backfire on oneself."

Her voice was as biting as the cold wind, as if it could arouse the deepest fear in people's hearts.

Fu Xueqiong's gaze was calm and focused, as if she could see through every inch of Luo He's inner turmoil. She continued, "To master the Wutian Sword Technique, one must truly comprehend its essence within this spatial rift. It's a double-edged sword, capable of severing external enemies, but improper use can also harm oneself."

Fu Xueqiong raised her finger, a faint light flickering on her fingertips. She slowly extended her finger to Luo He's forehead and gently touched it.

In an instant, a huge torrent of information poured into Luo He's mind. It was the core method of the Wutan Sword Technique, which contained the mysteries of countless sword intents.

Luo He only felt a surge in his mind, as if the whole world was spinning, and the flow of information came like a flood, almost completely submerging his consciousness.

[No sky, no form, my heart and sword are one. With my sword heart, I cut through the void.]

The sword moves with the mind, and heaven and earth resonate. The sword is invisible, and nothing can be broken.

The seventh level of sword heart, step by step to the sky. The ultimate state, the sword is in the sky.

It was a suffocating force, as if he could feel countless sharp swords crisscrossing in his mind, and each sword light was extremely sharp.

At the same time that Fu Xueqiong was passing on her secrets to Luo He.

The Demonic Record also responded.

[Kung Fu: Wutian Sword Technique]

[Quality: Heavenly Grade Top Grade]

Luo He was stunned.

Top grade heavenly rank?

The grades of martial arts are divided into four grades: heaven, earth, black and yellow, with heaven being the highest and yellow being the lowest.

The highest level of Heavenly Grade is the highest level of martial arts!

[Analysis: The Wutian Sword Art is not only a sword technique, but also a top-level internal cultivation method. This method pursues the supreme sword and supreme power, capable of severing space and ending everything. Practitioners must possess an iron heart and a steel will. Any slight deviation may trigger a backlash, resulting in irreversible consequences.]

Generally speaking, while the power of heaven-level skills is always shocking and awe-inspiring, the conditions for practicing them are also extremely harsh.

As a peerless, celestial-grade martial art, the most unique aspect of the Wutian Sword Art is that it's not simply a sword technique, but a profound art closely connected to the laws of heaven and earth. Practicing this sword art involves more than just mastering swordsmanship; it also involves a deep understanding and control of the very essence of heaven and earth.

This sword technique emphasizes "no heaven, no law", which means ignoring all constraints between heaven and earth, breaking through all laws with one's own sword, and resonating with the laws of space.

No wonder Fu Xueqiong can cut through the void with just a wave of her finger.

Fu Xueqiong slowly withdrew her fingers. She looked at Luo He with a cold, condescending gaze. Her voice rang out again, as if from a distant horizon: "From now on, this Wutian Sword Technique will be the foundation of your swordsmanship. Remember, your heart must be like a sword, your will like iron. Only in this way can you master this technique."

Luo He took a deep breath, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Okay, I will."

Luo He was slightly stunned. A question just popped up in his mind, and he asked it out loud: "Master, is it because of practicing this technique that you fell into that strange state?"

As soon as he said this, he immediately realized that he had asked too directly, and his heart sank.

As expected, Fu Xueqiong raised her icy eyes and looked directly at him, her gaze as cold as ice. Luo He felt the pressure and subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but he still stood there with all his composure.

"do not worry."

Fu Xueqiong's voice remained calm, yet held a hint of unquestionable authority. "The Wutian Sword Technique will change with the practitioner's understanding, and each person's practice of the sword technique is different. As for what I experienced, it's not something you need to worry about right now."

Luo He was in a complicated mood.

Is this safe?

Master, you yourself don’t know how terrifying it is when you’re sick.

Now you want him to join you as a patient?

Fu Xueqiong paused for a moment before continuing, "There won't be any problems with this technique in the early stages of practice. Even if there are any problems in the future, they won't be until you reach the Spiritual Transformation Stage. For now, you only need to focus on mastering the sword techniques and don't worry too much about anything else."

Luo He nodded.

Even someone as talented as Fu Xueqiong became possessed when she was about to break through the Mahayana stage. This technique seemed extremely difficult and profound to understand, and one could easily fall into it if one was not careful.

Since Fu Xueqiong said there were no problems in the early stages, then there should be no problems.

It’s okay if you don’t practice it until the end.

"Then Master, should I go back to my cave and slowly comprehend the Wutan Sword Technique you taught me?" Luo He could feel the ubiquitous squeezing feeling and the dizziness caused by the distortion of space in this spatial gap.

He planned to return to his own cave to slowly digest the skills that Fu Xueqiong had taught him this time.

"The Wutian Sword Technique can only be better understood in the gaps of space."

Fu Xueqiong's expression remained unchanged: "You will practice here. You are not allowed to go out until you have comprehended certain spatial laws and cultivated the Wutian Sword Heart to the first level. I will stay here with you until you have mastered it."

There are seven levels of Wutan Sword Heart. With each level upgrade, the practitioner's understanding of the sword will undergo a qualitative leap.

The first level of sword heart is to initially master the resonance between sword and space, which can make the sword force subtly carry the power of space distortion; the second level of sword heart can integrate deeper space laws into the sword energy and cut out cracks in the void; the third level of sword heart can integrate the sword force into the space between heaven and earth, and display the invisible and intangible sword intent, which is hard to defend against.

Luo He blinked and took a breath. "Can I ask, Master, how long did it take you to comprehend and reach the first level of the Wutian Sword Heart?"

Fu Xueqiong said calmly, "Less than a year."

Luo He:......

Chapter 88: Wu Tian Sword Heart (Prototype) (First Update)

"Less than a year? How much is that?" Luo He scratched his face.

The description of less than a year is very vague. It could be one month, twenty-nine days and fifty-nine seconds, or one or two months.

Fu Xueqiong remained silent: ...

Luo He hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up the courage to speak: "Master, I have an appointment with someone to participate in the Spirit Realm in two months, so I may not be able to practice for too long..."

Before she finished speaking, Fu Xueqiong's figure shifted slightly, and the air seemed to instantly condense with a chill. Her icy gaze fell on Luo He, like a sharp sword piercing his heart. Luo He couldn't help but feel a chill rising from his back.

"You are not allowed to leave if you can't practice. I'm right here. You can tell me if you need anything. You don't need to go anywhere else."

Fu Xueqiong spoke coldly, her voice as if pierced through ice, each word piercing Luo He's heart like an icicle. Her words were simple, but her tone carried an undeniable pressure, as if she had already made an absolute decision, leaving no room for negotiation.

Luo He felt his master's aura growing colder and colder, and his heart sank.

need?

Luo He had just been severely instructed by Fu Xueqiong some time ago, and he had no interest at all now.

I thought I could discuss the schedule with Fu Xueqiong, but I didn't expect to get such a tough response.

She really is just a big lump of ice with no emotions.

Looking at Fu Xueqiong's expressionless face, Luo He could only nod silently, not daring to raise any objections.

It seems that I have to hurry up and complete the practice of the first level of Wutan Sword Heart within two months.

Fu Xueqiong closed her eyes and began to meditate.

Luo He glanced at Fu Xueqiong who was meditating with her eyes closed, and then turned his attention to the inside of the space gap in front of him.

What met the eye there was an endless void, as if all the colors and light between heaven and earth had been drained away, leaving only suffocating darkness.

This nothingness is like a huge black curtain. No matter which direction you look, you can't see the end. It gives people a feeling of emptiness and loneliness, as if they are swallowed up by the endless void and can never return to the real world.

In this void, the space seemed to be twisted and broken, with waves of invisible spatial turbulence quietly generated from time to time and then quickly disappeared.

These turbulent currents were like invisible beasts, constantly attacking from the void, silently passing through Luo He's body, bringing waves of piercing tearing sensations. Every time the turbulent currents passed through, his body felt as if it would be torn into countless pieces. Even if he relaxed even a little, his entire body would be torn to pieces in this void.

Luo He took a deep breath.

But all we can do is... start practicing!

Luo He stood in the boundless void and began to perceive with his eyes closed. The turbulent space around him attacked from all directions from time to time, like an invisible sharp blade constantly cutting through his body.

Each turbulence brought with it a violent tearing sensation, as if his muscles, bones and even internal organs were being torn apart bit by bit.

Fortunately, the acquisition of the Taoist Demon Holy Body allowed Luo He's physical fitness to reach an incredible level.

At present, his physical body should be comparable to that of a Jindan-stage cultivator, and he also possesses the power and spine of an ancient dragon. This kind of spatial turbulence under the protection of Fu Xueqiong cannot really hurt him.

As time went by, Luo He gradually discovered that those invisible spatial turbulences were not completely traceless. Although their appearance was impermanent, they also had their own specific patterns.

Every time the tearing sensation came, he would feel the tremors of space, as if the laws of heaven and earth were exposed before him at this moment. Luo He began to slowly adapt to this pain. Although his body was still being torn apart, his heart gradually calmed down.

In this boundless nothingness, his consciousness gradually transcended the pain in his body and began to enter a strange meditative state. His mind followed the trajectory of those spatial turbulences, gradually merging into the laws of space in this empty space.

As Luo He's mind became more focused, he felt a strange connection between himself and the surrounding space. That connection was both profound and mysterious, as if he had become a part of this void.

At this moment, a flash of inspiration crossed Luo He's mind. The Dao Demon Saint Body's extraordinary comprehension allowed him to grasp a glimpse of the true meaning.

He suddenly understood that this was the first step of Wu Tian Jian Xin - to merge himself with space and shape his own sword heart through the resonance of perception and space.

If it weren't for the gap in space, the Wutan Sword Technique would not have been practiced!

Fu Xueqiong's locking him in the space gap did help him practice martial arts.

This big icy guy is really bad at expressing himself.

"Without heaven or form, my heart and sword are one. With my sword heart, I cut through the void."

Luo He began to silently recite the mantra of the Wutan Sword Technique, combining his thoughts with the laws of space, and gradually outlining a series of sword intentions in his mind.

Whenever his thoughts resonated with the laws of space, the sword patterns grew clearer and sharper, as if an invisible sword had been carved into his heart. This sword gradually took shape as he gained understanding, representing the continuous sublimation of his swordsmanship.

Although the tearing pain continued, Luo He's heart became more and more determined.

As long as he can create the true Wutan Sword Heart in this void, he will be able to master this powerful sword technique and transcend space.

By then, I feel that even if his current realm is the Foundation Establishment Stage, he will be able to defeat the powerful people in the Golden Core Stage by advancing to a higher realm!

So, Luo He continued to hone himself in this dangerous and lonely void, gradually shaping the invisible sword heart into more and more perfect.

Days passed in a flash, and Luo He gradually adapted to the feeling of being torn apart and alone in this void. Although his body still bore the brunt of the spatial turbulence, he no longer felt the excruciating pain he had initially felt. On the contrary, he felt his connection with space deepened, as if his body had become one with the empty environment.

One day, Luo He suddenly felt a strange power within him. This power did not come from his spiritual power, but from some deeper existence.

He calmed down and carefully sensed the power. He vaguely felt a small sword in his dantian that was the same color as the surrounding empty space.

The sword's form was extremely vague, like a mere atom of unformed spiritual light, yet Luo He could clearly sense its presence. The sword was inextricably linked to every ounce of spiritual energy within him, as if it were an extension of his own mind.

I feel like this is Wu Tian Jian Xin.

To further confirm this, Luo He summoned the Heavenly Demonic Record. As his thoughts moved, the Heavenly Demonic Record quickly responded, and golden words began to appear on the pages. Soon, a message clearly appeared before Luo He's eyes -

【Wutian Sword Heart (Prototype)】

Chapter 89: Fu Xueqiong Can't Tell Stories (Part 2)

The words flickered faintly, just like the small sword within Luo He's body—not yet fully formed, but already possessing a basic outline. The painstaking training of this period had finally begun to bear fruit, and Luo He couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and accomplishment.

The cultivation is quite fast.