The Prodigies War

Thunder and lightning surged, laws intertwined with each other, and the void was in chaos.

A mountain transformed from the rolling thunder suddenly fell from the sky. On the mountain, there were palaces, carved and richly ornamented buildings, and various flora, all of which were transformed by the law of thunder.

Boom!

The world was in turmoil. The power of this mountain was no weaker than that of the second level of the Emperor Stage. This was especially true for its destructive aura, which was extremely shocking.

For ordinary cultivators, such a mountain of thunder was no different from a heavenly tribulation.

The Old Bronze Tree's eyes wavered, and it was about to take action to help.

In the past month, whenever Lin Xun cultivated quietly, the Old Bronze Tree had taken on the responsibility of protecting Lin Xun from any bombardment.

However, just when the Old Bronze Tree was about to take action this time——Clang!

Another sword chant rang out, resembling a dragon's or tiger’s, and it rushed straight to the Big Dipper. Just that sound alone made the Old Bronze Tree cough up blood.

In the void, the dazzling mountain made of thunderbolts that was rushing down suddenly stagnated and trembled.

At this time, Lin Xun's right hand had moved two inches, pulling out a sword qi that was as bright as the morning sun. It was brilliant to the point of magnificence.

His clothes were fluttering, his expression was focused and calm, and the sword intent in his eyes was faintly boiling and about to erupt.

Boom!

The thunderbolt mountain roared, and the terrifying destructive power of lightning continued to suppress and descend.

At this time, Lin Xun pulled out another inch of sword qi.

The resulting sword chant was like a tide, like the sound of the nine heavens or the roar of the gods.

The thunderbolt mountain that was descending suddenly shook violently in the void, as if it had been hit from bottom to top by an invisible big hand.

Lin Xun looked up, and the three-inch sword qi in his palm shot out a thousand-foot sharp edge, slashing in the void.

Swish!

The majestic mountain was cut in half like mere tofu before it collapsed in midair. The palace and buildings on it shattered and all flora were shredded.

In the end, such an oppressive mountain, which had been transformed from supreme thunder law and had a power comparable to the second level of the Emperor Stage, turned into a rain of thunder and light when it was annihilated ten feet above Lin Xun's head.

One three inch sword had raised a thousand-foot sharp edge as it cut the hundred-foot tall mountain!

In the distance, the Old Bronze Tree was stunned, utterly shocked by the power of this sword.

Lin Xun lowered his head and looked at his palm with a strange light in his eyes.

A three-inch edge, making life and death forever silent.

This attack was called Three Inches of Eternal Silence!

Whoosh~

A long period of time passed before Lin Xun exhaled out a long breath. This sword had used up all his strength, and it was integrated with his will and cultivation.

It seemed simple, but in fact it contained all kinds of mysteries, including the ultimate release of one's own dao, the perfect use of cultivation, and the concentration of state of mind and will...

This sword strike also incorporated the essence of fighting and eternal perfection!

A three-inch edge, the sword drawn in the void, the ultimate simplicity, the ultimate wonder!

Furthermore, although the power of this sword strike could be called unprecedented, Lin Xun had used up thirty percent of his own strength.

In other words, with Lin Xun's current strength, he could only use this three times at most!

Lin Xun sat cross-legged on the ground, comprehending the subtle mysteries of that sword strike.

Three Inches of Eternal Silence was a move recorded in the sword inheritance left by Zhukong.

In fact, Zhukong's sword inheritance was only divided into three parts.

They were: drawing the sword, controlling the sword, and the sword heart.

Drawing the sword was also known as the way of drawing the sword. It embodied the essence of drawing the sword out of the sheath, accumulating the strength to attack, anticipating the enemy's moves, and arriving first. Once the sword was unsheathed, life and death were determined.

The way of drawing the sword was divided into three levels: Three Inches of Eternal Silence, Six Inches of Eternal Death, and Nine Inches of Eternal Destruction.

Controlling the sword could also be called the way of controlling the sword. Controlling the sword while being free and unrestrained.

The way of controlling the sword was divided into: Great Beauty Without Words, Great Ingenuity Without Craftsmanship, and Great Presence Without Form.

The sword heart was the way of the sword heart. At this level, there was only one core mystery: the dao heart is like a sword, and the sword is like my heart. Under one sword, all worldly affairs become nothing!

When gathered together, the way of drawing the sword, the way of controlling the sword, and the way of the sword heart, was a supreme sword dao that Zhukong had recorded down with his life's strength.

This inheritance was created by Zhukong, so it was called "Zhukong Sword Sutra"!

Lin Xun had just received this inheritance not long ago, but he had only comprehended the mystery of the Three Inches of Eternal Silence of the way of drawing the sword.

However, as time went by, his comprehension of Zhukong Sword Sutra would become more and more profound and more and more exquisite.

At Lin Xun's current cultivation level, he has long understood that all inheritances in this world were like this. First, one would have a glimpse of the door and enter the hall, and then one would take the time to be perfect and reach the pinnacle.

Only when one has thoroughly mastered an inheritance would one be qualified to integrate it, carry forward the past and open up the future, and finally surpass the master!

Hidden in the eighteenth level of Dark Hidden Purgatory, Zhukong, who was dressed in plain clothes, sat on the ground with a focused and calm expression.

When he "saw" the three-inch sword strike that appeared on the ninth level, a trace of indescribable complexity appeared in the depths of his eyes.

There was surprise, gratification, and relief.

He sat alone in the darkness, and his thin figure gradually became blurred, until later, it turned into a bright red and transparent light rain.

Like in a trance, it seems as if I have returned to primal chaos, a red snapper swaying in the river of time, free and easy with the rolling waves...

So happy and carefree.

...

Two months later.

Lin Xun woke up from his meditation. With a single thought, his Primal Chaos Dao Field emerged, obscure and dim, with faint dao light flowing in it.

His Primal Chaos Dao Field was the embodiment of Lin Xun's dao power, which was immeasurable, deep, changeable, and indescribable.

As Lin Xun activated his own dao, various strange phenomena emerged in the Primal Chaos Dao Field. It was as if a magnificent and grand world had been born, transformed, and evolved... Mountains, rivers, the universe, the four seasons, and the ups and downs of the world had all emerged in it.

Chaos is like one, one gives birth to two, and three gives birth to all things.

"Fellow Daoist, have you become an Emperor?" The Old Bronze Tree in the distance trembled as it spoke in disbelief.

In his eyes, the dao laws that Lin Xun controlled at this moment were full of the wonders of the Emperor Stage and had their supreme charm.

Hearing this, Lin Xun couldn't help but laugh, "What do you think?"

The Old Bronze Tree stared carefully for a long time with a look of bewilderment on its face before it finally said, "These laws obviously have the power of the Emperor Stage but why does the aura coming off of you not have the kind of power that belongs to a true Emperor? Weird, too weird!"

The laws controlled by the quasi-Emperor Stage were the incomplete Emperor laws, which was a well-known thing from ancient times to the present.

Yet, Lin Xun, with the cultivation of a supreme quasi-Emperor, actually controlled laws that could only be mastered by true Emperors, which was undoubtedly too incredible.

After thinking about it, Lin Xun answered like this, "You just don't understand."

This kind of thing couldn't be explained at all. Should I tell the Old Bronze Tree that the power of the dao I control has reached perfection, which is why they are like this?

The Old Bronze Tree was embarrassed. Lin Xun's explanation was really too depressing, but it really...didn't understand...

Thinking about it, the Old Bronze Tree felt its mental state collapsing. It was as if the dao it had been seeking for his whole life was completely overturned, and there was an indescribable sense of loss.

In the past, it didn't know that there were people in this world who could surpass the Emperor Stage and kill Emperors without being one.

In the past, he had never heard that there was anyone in this world who could control the power of laws that were not inferior to the Emperor Stage while at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor Stage!

None of this had ever occurred, but now he was witnessing it in a young man, which was like an impossible miracle happening right in front of him.

Lin Xun ignored the Old Bronze Tree. He had felt the changes in the laws of the dao around him, but he was thinking something else.

Now, the only thing left to reach ultimate perfection was his martial arts cultivation!

...

Three months later.

Boom!

A roar resounded, and in the lightning forbidden zone, Lin Xun's figure floated down from the void.

At the place where he left, a huge python dragon transformed by the law of thunder, with a power comparable to the third level of the Emperor Stage, exploded inch by inch, and colorful lightning rays scattered like rain.

Standing by the lightning pool, Lin Xun's countenance showed an invincible demeanor.

There was no end to how far one could go with martial arts.

However, at least in the quasi-Emperor Stage, his mastery of martial arts had been honed to extreme perfection. If he wanted to go further, he could only choose to break through to the Emperor Stage.

So far, Lin Xun's cultivation, state of mind, will, law power, and martial arts had all reached an unprecedented extreme and perfection in his realm.

This realm could also be considered great perfection!

The Old Bronze Tree was startled again as it gazed at Lin Xun in the distance. The youth’s clothes were fluttering, his figure was outstanding, and his aura was like flawless jade, round and ethereal.

There was no sense of aggressiveness, oppressiveness, or wantonness. Instead, there was a kind of indifference and calmness that washed away all sharp edges.

Watching from afar, no one would realize that this person was an existence that had reached an unprecedented level in the Supreme Quasi-Emperor Stage.

Even fewer would know that such a young man with a calm aura had an ultimate combat power. With it, he could already destroy the lightning law power that possessed the power of the third level of the Emperor Stage!

In fact, although the Old Bronze Tree's guess was inaccurate, it was not completely off base.

At least at this time, if Lin Xun met the Silver Bat Ghost Emperor again, he would definitely have the confidence to suppress the other party in a head-on confrontation with his own dao!

After savoring these changes for a long period of time, Lin Xun woke up from his meditation, looked at the Old Bronze Tree in the lightning pool, and said, "I'm leaving."

The Old Bronze Tree was startled and asked subconsciously, "Where are you going, Fellow Daoist?"

"Breakthrough."

Lin Xun's answer was concise and to the point. Everything was ready except for that one opportunity. What he was looking for next was that chance to breakthrough to the Supreme Emperor Stage!

"I am looking forward to the day when you become the Sacred Kunwu Tree." Lin Xun smiled and waved to the Old Bronze Tree, then turned and left.

"Dao Friend, my dharma name is 'Huawu'!" shouted the Old Bronze Tree as if it wanted Lin Xun to remember him.

"Becoming Kunwu? Good! I’ll remember it."[1]

Lin Xun walked away, and his voice floated in the world covered by thunder and lightning.

While watching him leave, the Old Bronze Tree suddenly felt reluctant. It knew that it would never forget this young man who was as dazzling as a legend.

It just didn’t know, in the future on the Ancient Nebula Road, whether such a young man could continue to write legends and walk out a road that could subvert the world's understanding.

The Old Bronze Tree silently said in its heart, "It must be possible. There are countless geniuses in this world, but people like him are destined to be unparalleled and unique in the world..."

1. The tree’s name is 化吾 Huawu, and the term 昆吾 Kunwu has the same second character. ☜