Volume 1 Chapter 329 Sword Traveling in the Nine Heavens
Qin Yun sat cross-legged on the 10,000 meter sea of clouds, his eyes closed tightly, and his mind entered a strange state of profound comprehension.
At this moment, there were only swords and sword cries in his mind. It was as if the sounds of the great dao were constantly sounding in his mind, like the sound of a great lu bell.
What is a sword?
He's thinking about it.
The sword was the king of a hundred soldiers, and the sword was a sharp weapon to kill, but these were not the answers he wanted.
He wanted to find the essence of the sword and the most fundamental existence of the sword.
Only when he understood what a true sword was could he understand what a true sword intent was.
The Black Star Sword appeared on Qin Yun's knee. Qin Yun did not open his eyes. Instead, he stretched out his slender fingers and stroked the Black Star Sword.
From the hilt of the sword to the edge of the sword, to the tip of the sword, Qin Yun did not let go of every inch of every pattern on the Star Sword.
As Qin Yun's fingertips gently slid past the edge of the Star Sword, the appearance of the Star Sword gradually formed in Qin Yun's mind.
This was the sword form formed by Qin Yun's will, and it was exactly the same as the Star Sword in Qin Yun's hand.
When Qin Yun's fingers finally reached the tip of the sword, the sword of will in his mind had also completely formed.
At this moment, the Star Sword trembled violently and let out a loud sword cry. It was as if a child had seen a parent that he hadn't seen for a long time, and it conveyed joy and excitement.
Qin Yun was also in a very wonderful state, as if he was communicating with the sword and could sense the emotions transmitted by the sword.
At this moment, the sword was no longer a dead thing in his eyes, but a creature with intelligence.
The sword will laugh, the sword will be sad, the sword will be angry
All sorts of emotions were transmitted to his mind, and he gradually understood the true meaning of the sword.
Some swords were for slaughter, some swords were for saving people, and some swords were for the sake of the world. All of this depended on the will of the person who used the sword, which was the so-called true sword intent.
Only by understanding this will you be able to better use the sword in your hand and bring it into full play.
An epiphany suddenly enlightened him.
Qin Yun suddenly opened his eyes and his figure rose into the air. The Star Sword was held in his hand like a Sword Immortal standing on the clouds of the Nine Heavens.
What tyranny? What sharpness? What eternity?
None of this was true sword intent.
The meaning of this sword, everything is up to me.
I cried, then my sword intent resounded like a sad song throughout the nine heavens, compassionate.
I smiled, then my sword intent was like a surging river that flowed endlessly, bold and heroic.
At this moment, if I want to rule over the world, then my sword intent is in my hand, and the world is mine.
"Cheng!"
Qin Yun's eyes were cold and arrogant as he slashed out with his sword.
Suddenly, an arrogant sword intent erupted from the Star Sword, transforming into a sword light that instantly swept across the sea of clouds.
The sea of clouds in the tens of thousands of kilometers of sky was sliced apart by a single sword strike, revealing a huge rift.
At this moment, the sky seemed to have been split open by someone.
"What's going on? Why do I have the urge to kneel?"
Everyone in the Imperial City felt this sword strike. They all stared blankly at the sky ten thousand meters high, reverence appearing on their faces.
At that moment, a tyrannical aura that ruled the world swept through everyone's hearts, causing them to involuntarily have a trace of worship.
When they saw the rift in the sea of clouds, their hearts trembled and they were dumbfounded.
"Is there an immortal in the Nine Heavens?"
"Was this sea of clouds split apart by that Immortal's sword?"
"Did that noble aura just now come from that immortal?"
The cultivators in the Imperial City were all panicking. That sword strike just now was too terrifying, and it actually caused all of them to feel reverence in their hearts.
If they weren't too far away, all of them would have fallen to their knees.
Within the imperial palace, the Yu Sheng raised his head to look at the ten thousand meter high sky, and his heart was filled with surprise.
At that moment, even he couldn't help but feel a trace of reverence in his heart. This feeling made him feel as if he was standing in front of Emperor Dayan.
However, at first glance, he saw that there was nothing above ten thousand meters.
Not only did he suspect that a Dao Master had actually passed by and casually struck out with this sword at that moment.
At the same time, the Martial Emperor Bai Pao and the white-haired old woman in Dongyang Palace looked at each other. They could also feel the sword strike just now. Their emotions like ancient wells had actually stirred up at the moment the sword light flashed.
They all raised their heads and looked up at the sky where the sword intent was coming from, their hearts filled with indescribable shock.
However, Qin Yun, who caused all these fluctuations, did not have the slightest bit of consciousness to stop. At this moment, he actually began to take out the Purple Abyss Sword and use the Sword Style 'Thread of Yearning' on the sea of clouds.
Qin Yun seemed to have entered a sad mood. Mother, elder sister, and Zhang Xuanxin's appearances appeared in his mind one by one. Yearning surged out of his heart like a surging tide.
Endless longing was emitted from the sword intent, transforming into slender threads that cut the sky's sea of clouds into pieces.
Thick yearning spilled down, gradually enveloping the entire Imperial City.
Everyone's emotions seemed to be affected by this sword intent, and the feeling of longing arose in their hearts.
"Why do I want to cry so much? I miss my mother!"
"Me too. I don't know why I suddenly miss my family, my wife and children!"
"I want to cry too. I haven't seen my father for a long time. Back then, I ran away to pursue my cultivation. Now I just want to go home."
On the streets, in the palace, everyone's emotions seemed to be exaggerated, and deep in their hearts, they felt a strong sense of longing.
Even the white-robed Martial Marquis and the white-haired old woman in the Imperial Palace couldn't help but feel a faint sadness in their hearts. At this moment, their memories of the past couldn't help but surge. After cultivating for a hundred years, their old friends had already disappeared. Thinking of this, the sadness in their hearts became even more intense.
Wailing sounds echoed in the sky above the entire Imperial City. It was as if the entire Imperial City had instantly turned into a city of sorrow.
However, the culprit who caused all of this was still immersed in selfless sorrow. He turned all the yearning for his mother, sister, and Zhang Xuanxin into swords in his hands, and turned them into rain of swords that filled the sky, sprinkling all over the nine heavens.
After a long time, Qin Yun finally regained his senses from the dense sadness. He stopped the sword in his hand, and the last trace of sadness in the depths of his eyes completely subsided.
The cultivators and mortals below could finally stop crying, but the grief that remained in their hearts could not dissipate for a long time.
Qin Yun did not know that because of his sudden yearning, everyone in the Imperial City had fallen into the sorrow of yearning with him.
If he knew, he would probably instantly break through and laugh out loud.
However, he had gained a lot from comprehending the sword intent this time.
Right now, Qin Yun's sword intent had completely reached the Great Perfection Realm where he could do whatever he wished, and further down was the even more illusory sword dao potential.
Right now, with the sword in his hand, even if he couldn't kill the Yu Sheng , he would still be able to last at least a few hundred rounds in his hand.
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