Chapter 1947: Heavenly Dao Locks Sword Intent

"This... sword intent suppression?"

Suppressing his injuries, He Yan stood up.

As a sword genius and core disciple of the Lingyun Sword Pavilion, he immediately understood that this was what happened when one's hard-earned sword intent was completely suppressed by another's.

He cultivated the Sword Pavilion's supreme sword intent...

Yet someone else suppressed him—what was going on?

"Ye Lian, is it you?" His face darkened.

Among the core disciples, only he and Ye Lian had come for the assessment. Could it be that the other had cultivated some powerful sword intent, causing him to fall far behind?

He hurriedly looked to the side and saw that the sword intent in the adjacent room seemed oppressed, hanging in the air like a limp snake, not daring to move.

"It's not me... I can't take it either... Pfft!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Lian also spat out a mouthful of blood, and the漫天 sword intent instantly dissipated.

His face pale, He Yan's body trembled slightly.

Sword intent is a kind of artistic conception; some comprehend it at a low level, others naturally at a high level.

It's like writing poetry: Li Bai, with his lofty artistic conception, when writing a poem about worrying about the country and the people during the An Lushan Rebellion, would first go to the heavens to flirt with fairies for a while, then write 'Blood flows on wild grass, jackals and wolves all wear official caps.' Those with low artistic conception could only shout: 'Damn, what beasts!'

Of course, this is just a metaphor. True sword intent, like the bloodline of sacred beasts, makes the low instinctively fear the high!

Under bloodline suppression, how can one fight?

He and Ye Lian, as the elite of the Sword Pavilion, had someone effortlessly suppress them with sword intent, leaving them powerless to resist—what was happening?

And who possessed such ability?

"I don't believe anyone can surpass me by so much..."

Gritting his teeth, He Yan roared again, and sword intent surged from within him once more.

Bang!

Before the white light could form, he felt a giant sword looming in his mind; if he dared to resist, it would strike down immediately, leaving him dead without a burial place!

Splash!

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and He Yan dared not move.

Only then did he finally understand that the bit of sword intent he had comprehended was like a candle flame compared to a blazing sun!

They were not on the same level!

Forcing a comparison would only bring humiliation!

When... had the Sword Pavilion produced such a super-strong expert?

Even those monsters among the core disciples couldn't do this...

...

The same scene played out in other rooms.

In an instant, all the examinees in the Sword God Hall had their sword intent suppressed, unable to move.

Cries of pain filled the air.

...

Lingyun Sword Pavilion, Sword Book Hall!

Piles of books filled the entire room.

Elder Wei had spent countless days organizing them and finally categorized them.

"Elder Wei has worked hard. This will make searching much more convenient!" An old man walked in.

He was Jiang Yuan, another elder of the Sword Book Hall.

"Indeed, all the books in the Sword Book Hall are sword intents left by past generations. Each person's talent, ability, and comprehended sword intent differ. Organizing and categorizing them is truly difficult!"

Elder Wei stretched and smiled bitterly: "Fortunately, it's done... but only this once. If I had to reorganize them, I'd rather die!"

"Sword intents are sealed within books. For later generations to learn, they only need to open and carefully contemplate to experience the power of the predecessors. It's very convenient, but... with so many types of sword intent, if not properly categorized, mistakes can lead to qi invasion, harming cultivation instead of benefiting it!"

Elder Jiang Yuan nodded: "You've categorized them so meticulously, even marking the types and sword techniques. It must have taken tremendous effort—your contribution is immense!"

"Yeah, I feel like my eyes are about to go blind..."

Elder Wei said: "You take a look; I'll go rest for a while..."

"Mm."

Elder Jiang Yuan responded and was about to say something when his expression froze.

Rustle!

A sound of books stirring came, and both looked forward. The newly organized sword books, as if summoned, all floated up in unison, sword intents surging, emitting the clang of blades colliding.

His body stiff, Elder Wei felt like crying.

After all that hard work organizing, why are you jumping up, gentlemen?

Crash!

Before the shock subsided, the many books simultaneously bowed toward one direction, like commoners meeting a king!

Crackle!

With that bow, the organized books piled together again, and the impact even knocked over bookshelves, leaving the room in chaos.

"What the... hell!"

Darkness flashed before his eyes, Elder Wei swayed, nearly spitting out an old mouthful of blood.

Are you messing with me?

After all that organizing, what now...

"It should be... someone comprehended a higher level of sword intent. These sword books' sealed intents are collectively paying homage..."

Elder Jiang Yuan realized and said.

"I know... but why now of all times... just after I finished..." Elder Wei grabbed his hair.

Looking at the messy shelves and books on the floor, Elder Jiang Yuan was also helpless: "How about reorganizing? Forget it... you might as well just kill yourself!"

Elder Wei: "..."

...

Before the massive gates of the Lingyun Sword Pavilion, two figures hovered in the air.

They were two old men who appeared to be in their fifties.

The one on the left, dressed in brocade robes and a jade belt, bore a sharp sword aura between his brows, as if it could tear heaven and earth apart.

The one on the right had a round, cheerful face, full of smiles, and seemed amiable.

The Upper Firmament was stable and oppressive; even Elder Lu Yun, at the Void Immortal realm, could not fly, yet the two effortlessly hovered midair—their strength was terrifyingly formidable.

"Elder He, you've been here contemplating for over thirty years. Have you grasped the sword intent left by our ancestors?" the round-faced old man asked with a smile.

"The ancestor's sword intent is not so easily accessed..."

Elder He, in brocade robes and jade belt on the left, shook his head: "Watching here is merely to use the ancestor's sword intent to pressure my spirit, allowing me to comprehend sword techniques more purely..."

"Indeed, the ancestor's talent is unmatched..."

The round-faced old man nodded, but before he could finish, he too froze and quickly looked up at the giant sword before them.

Boom!

The enormous sword trembled incessantly, as if it might break free and fly away at any moment; the tens of thousands of meters tall gate could barely withstand it.

Their pupils contracted.

This giant sword was the symbol of the entire Lingyun Sword Pavilion. If it collapsed, the other five great sects would surely laugh themselves to death.

"It's the sword intent... The sword intent left by the ancestor seems to have sensed something..."

Elder He also looked over, his fists tightening.

"What could the ancestor's sword intent sense?"

The round-faced elder was taken aback, then looked again, suddenly stiffening: "Damn..."

Crash!

As his words ended, the giant sword before them, as if losing its support, could no longer hold and collapsed with a thunderous roar.

Such a massive sword was naturally not real, but built from rock, brick, and tile. It had stood for thousands of years precisely because it was sustained by the sword intent left by the ancestor!

Now, that sword intent surged, ready to break free at any moment; without its support, the stone could no longer hold.

Rumble!

The sword collapsed, and the massive gate could not bear it either, falling down. Countless rubble rained down, crashing into the ground and leaving large craters.

The contained sword intent, freed from its shackles, shot into the air with a "whoosh" and vanished without a trace.

"What on earth happened..."

Staring at the ruins and the dust rising from the ground, both elders went mad simultaneously.

The majestic and grand mountain gate, which all disciples took pride in... was destroyed just like that?

...

"Still no good..."

After cycling through all the sword intents he had ever felt in his mind, Zhang Xuan stared at the white light before him, which had never exceeded one meter, and was so frustrated he felt like exploding.

His own disciple, having studied for less than one night and learned only one move, could produce a distance of 499 meters, while he—who had been hailed as a sword genius from the Master Teacher Continent—couldn't even manage one meter here...

How shameful!

A wave of depression washed over him, and he felt he didn't want to live anymore.

"Let it be..."

With a helpless expression, just as he was about to retract the sword light between his fingers, his eyes suddenly blurred, and something seemed to shoot into his mind, threatening to tear his spirit apart at any moment.

Whoosh!

Just then, a golden book flew out from within the library.

Thud!

The rushing object was stamped into it.

"My Heavenly Dao Volume..."

His vision went dark, but Zhang Xuan didn't faint.

This book was obtained when he took in Shan Tian's genius; it was considered his greatest reliance and trump card in the Upper Firmament. To recover from his injuries, he would rather participate in open tournaments and drink gourd bathwater than use it...

And now it had suddenly popped out to seal something... wasting it...

A sharp pang of heartache nearly stopped his breath.

Is this not too much of a pitfall?

Originally, I thought that with the Divine Jade Talisman of the Lingyun Sword Pavilion, I could teach the sect master and elders a good lesson. Without the Book of Heavenly Dao, daring to be so reckless, I probably wouldn't live to see tomorrow's sun!

Although the Divine Jade Talisman can conceal one's identity, this is a local area network—the network administrator should still be able to check the ID easily!

"What kind of thing is this, wasting my precious treasure..."

Gnashing his teeth in anger, Zhang Xuan no longer bothered to test the length of the sword intent. He hastily withdrew the sword energy, and with a thought, opened the Book of Heavenly Dao.

Inside the book, a pure sword intent wandered ceaselessly, like a goldfish entering a fishbowl.

"Just this thing?"

Zhang Xuan's heart ached even more.

After all that effort, not even reaching one meter was already disheartening. Never in his dreams did he expect that his greatest trump card would be wasted on this, yielding such a worthless thing...

"This sword intent is somewhat similar to the one contained in the giant sword at the mountain gate!"

Full of frustration, he took a closer look and found it felt vaguely familiar.

Just as he was about to reach out his finger to sense it, he heard urgent knocking at the door.

"Brother Zhang Xuan, are you alright?"

Turning his head, he saw the door shaking incessantly, as if Elder Lu Yun and Shan Xiaotian would burst in at any moment if he didn't come out.

"I'm fine..."

Seeing how anxious they were, Zhang Xuan had no choice but to give up his desire to continue observing, and stepped out.