High Martial: I Grind Professions

Chapter 245: Chapter 159: Descending the Mountain, Saber Soul

Besides, for the Fire World, the greatest cost of this core inheritance was the virtual source energy consumed to simulate the rules of a Blade Dao Realm blade art. The consumption of real-world resources, however, was not unbearable.

"Confirm exchange: latter volume of the Profound Dome Rainbow Silence Chapter." Li Wen’s voice was calm, his command clear and resolute, without a hint of hesitation.

A vast amount of virtual source energy was allocated and consumed like a tidal wave. In an instant, a stream of light signifying the successful exchange flowed into his student insignia.

The next moment, a familiar pulling sensation washed over him as the surrounding space began to twist and stretch.

When the light and shadows stabilized, Li Wen found himself in an even more profound core inheritance space, one that seemed to contain the primordial nebulae of the universe.

Unlike when he had learned the Dawn Rainbow Chapter, the aura in this space was heavier and more condensed, suffused with an oppressive feeling that bordered on the level of a Law.

In the distance stood the same figure of a middle-aged man, his face blurred but his aura as imposing as an ancient mountain overlooking an abyss, radiating an endless, majestic Blade Dao.

"You have come." The grand voice echoed directly in his sea of consciousness, carrying a hint of appraisal and approval.

"To meet here proves you have already condensed a Blade Soul and glimpsed the threshold of the Dao Realm. This is the Profound Dome Rainbow Silence Chapter. It contains Five Forms that point directly to the origin of the Blade Dao. Watch closely!"

Before his voice had even faded, the phantom’s aura changed abruptly, as if he had transformed into a divine blade capable of parting the heavens and splitting the earth.

First Form: Profound Dome: Star Rush!

The middle-aged man’s figure didn’t move, yet an indescribable, extreme speed instantly erupted from his body.

A long, slender beam of blade light, condensed to the absolute limit, suddenly flared. Its trajectory was not a straight line but an unfathomably profound stellar orbit, as if it had truly caught up to teleporting starlight. It was so fast that the very "light" of the entire inheritance space seemed to dim.

Spatial ripples surged in layers like a wake, extremely compressed behind the blade light, leaving only the brilliant path of the blade to stretch eternally forward.

This was the ultimate expression of speed, surpassing the bounds of conventional understanding.

Second Form: Profound Dome: Thunder Execution!

The extreme speed suddenly collapsed into a single point. The phantom’s movements seemed to freeze in a posture of maximum power accumulation. The immense power of the Thunder Fiend gathered around his body was compressed, and compressed again, before erupting with a downward slash of the blade.

The blade light was like a Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, compressed to its limit and then suddenly unleashed. Wherever it passed, space emitted an overburdened CRACKLING sound. The berserk energy, contained within the blade’s edge, formed a devastating, explosive impact that seemed capable of annihilating all matter in its path.

Third Form: Profound Dome: Celestial Bastion!

The momentum of the blade shifted from extreme motion to absolute stillness.

The blade light no longer sought to kill. Instead, it spun and expanded abruptly in front of the phantom, unfurling like a massive, circular curtain wall constructed entirely of brilliant rainbow light and condensed blade qi.

The curtain wall flowed without end, incredibly dense. Faint, ancient runes flickered across its surface, where reflections of a Star River ebbed and flowed. It was indestructible, seemingly capable of isolating the user from any external erosion or attack, forming an absolute domain barrier for self-defense.

Fourth Form: Profound Dome: Star Core!

The stance of quiet defense instantly transformed into a boundless assault.

The phantom spun on the spot and slashed. The blade light was no longer a single beam; as he brandished his weapon, it split, evolved, and spread!

In an instant, tens of thousands of blade qi vortexes, so condensed they seemed tangible, were generated. These vortexes were not chaotic but pulled on each other, spinning to form a colossal blade qi storm that covered a domain several thousand meters wide.

Each Star Core was like a miniature abyss, emitting a terrifying suction and tearing force that would shred any enemy within its range. Inside this area, all was a domain of the blade.

Fifth Form: Profound Dome: Soul Abyss!

This final form’s power was restrained to the extreme, yet it struck directly at the soul.

The middle-aged man’s blade no longer had a visible physical trajectory. It was as if he simply gave a gentle tug at the emptiness before him.

A deep, dark rainbow of light that seemed to devour all light and life appeared silently in the air. This rainbow, far from being brilliant, exuded an aura of annihilation that made one’s very soul tremble.

It created no intense spatial fluctuations; its true power lay in its ability to directly shake, annihilate, and pull at one’s spiritual will.

It was similar in principle to the Shocking God Stab, though the damage to the Primordial Spirit was relatively superficial. It was more aligned with the origin of the Blade Soul, a blade light of annihilation aimed at the physical body.

Once the Five Forms had been demonstrated, the energy in the entire inheritance space roiled, taking a long time to calm.

The essences of Blade Intent from those Five Forms—extreme speed, destructive eruption, absolute defense, domain shredding, and soul annihilation—were now deeply imprinted upon Li Wen’s sea of consciousness through the demonstration.

His mind was violently shaken. He sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began Focusing Spirit, putting all his effort into digesting the vast information and profound Blade Intent contained within the Five Forms.

His Blade Soul began to resonate on its own in his sea of consciousness, starting to deduce the mysteries that pointed directly to the Blade Dao Realm.

The path of his future arduous training was now clear.

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Time flowed on, and the seasons turned.

Nearly half a year had passed since Li Wen’s breakthrough to the Blade Soul Realm.

June 1, 229, Galactic Calendar.

Sunlight filtered through the lush branches of the ancient trees in the courtyard, casting mottled shadows across the martial arts training ground in the front yard. It had now been exactly three years since Li Wen came to the mountain.

In the center of the training ground, Li Wen stood motionless, the battle blade in his hand gleaming with a restrained, cold light.

He wasn’t practicing a specific form but was simply swinging his blade freely, following the whims of his heart.

With a seemingly casual upward slash, a cyan blade-gleam, so condensed it seemed tangible, shot through the air, its momentum as swift as a clap of thunder.

Even after traveling ten zhang from the blade, the gleam didn’t weaken or dissipate. Instead, it instantaneously surged several more zhang in length, like a cold crescent moon crossing the sky. Carrying a piercing sharpness capable of splitting mountains, it silently sliced through a specially made energy-absorbing target in the distance.

It left a cut of unfathomable depth on the target. The edges were as smooth as a mirror, and the residual energy within the mark lingered for a long time.

The blade followed his will.

Then, with a slight twist of his wrist, he smoothly executed a "Profound Dome: Star Rush." Although he had only tapped into the rudiments of its true meaning of speed, the training ground was already filled with his cyan afterimages.

His trajectory was impossible to follow. All that remained in the air was a low, continuous, sharp whistle—the after-sound of his blade cutting through space at extreme speed.

Wherever the afterimages passed, space showed faint, distorted, water-like ripples.

Finally, the momentum of the blade subsided.

Li Wen sheathed his blade and stood tall. The terrifyingly sharp aura that had just filled the training ground was instantly withdrawn.