Chapter 655: Sword Control Perfection, 1,000-Mile Soul Pursuit (Part 2)

Chapter 655: Chapter 271: Sword Control Perfection, 1,000-Mile Soul Pursuit (Part 2)

“It’s moving, and it seems Zen Master Baoshu and Venerable Chi Yang have already stirred up their momentum, ready for a death-defying battle.”

Ji Mingyue gazed at the changes in aura from the Yujing direction on the mirror and spoke thoughtfully.

The Celestial Observation Mirror relies on the human heart as the Celestial Heart, observing the fluctuations of Qi Number and changes in people’s hearts.

In this aspect, its functionality actually surpasses that of the current Azure Dragon Seal.

The primary function of the Azure Dragon Seal is suppression, restraint, and even slaying.

Not only can it observe, but it can also alter and reverse, even locking onto opponents to suppress and kill enemies… this is something the Celestial Observation Mirror cannot do.

Of course, the Celestial Observation Mirror is not without its advantages. It can observe indiscriminately throughout territory, though its clarity may vary. Even with only a trace, a little analysis can clarify what exactly is happening in Yujing City.

At this moment, three beams of light were seen rising into the sky on the Celestial Observation Realm, resembling wolf smoke.

One was crimson like blood, hinting ominously, while the other two emitted verdant light, slightly weaker in Qi Mechanism, continually entangling the crimson beam.

“Just as expected, it’s too late.”

“The decisive strike by these two is partly due to the envoy’s contributions.”

Chen Ping contemplated internally.

“No need to go, protect me.”

He halted his movement, disregarded the crowd’s gaze, and sat cross-legged on the ground, his Divine Thought sinking into the depths of his consciousness.

With his sights, he saw the 3634 Tribulation Points faintly flashing on the attribute panel.

“In the end, it’s still hard to accumulate. The breakthrough of the Seventh Layer Minor Bottleneck is still far off, so for now, I’ll focus on enhancing immediate combat power.”

Chen Ping sighed deeply.

In his view, both Tribulation Value and Fortune Value are equally crucial.

Especially in the early stage, when he is weak and vulnerable, the ability to quickly obtain protection and safeguarding makes Tribulation Value more important than Fortune Value.

This is the capital for rapid empowerment.

Fortune can infinitely enhance innate talent and enlightenment, and in the long run, it’s the most important thing, a reliance to go far enough.

But for now, cultivation realm is the sole focus.

Only with a sufficiently high realm can one withstand storms and clear away obstacles.

However, realm is not something that can be forcibly attained. No matter how time-saving, a method needs to be followed.

With Tribulation Value running thin, Ascending Realm skills cannot be upgraded.

This is quite a dilemma for Chen Ping.

Given the current situation, storing Tribulation Points for later realm enhancements is clearly unwise.

Yet he knows of a method to resolve this issue.

“Upgrade Sword Control Technique.”

The last upgrade of Sword Control Technique reached the Realm of Great Success, allowing not only sword flight but also light splitting and shadow transformation.

In the Dao Foundation Realm, such swordsmanship is nearly unstoppable.

Even the Dragon Maiden Ziyun, possessing the Late-Stage Divine Martial Dragon King Dharma Body, has little resistance against his Sword Rainbow Splitting Light Swordsmanship.

Sword cultivators inherently favor slaughter, topping attacks among cultivators of the same level.

When this attack method can be readily used and can split into countless attacks, seemingly multiplying into numerous experts of the same level, the despair of facing an opponent who splits into sword light is fathomable.

Yet presently, Chen Ping feels it’s still inadequate.

The description of this Sword Control Technique includes the ability to decapitate a thousand miles away.

Clearly, he hasn’t refined it to this stage.

So, upgrade it.

…

Before the eyes of Xiao Lin, Weifu Bo, and others, Chen Ping did not conceal anything, instead sat with closed eyes, seemingly contemplating some problem.

Weifu Bo felt slightly anxious.

Thinking that at this moment, couldn’t Xiaoqi have returned to that previous clueless and peculiar state? Wasn’t his soul already perfectly restored? With Yujing City already in chaos, how could he still sit silently? It’s really indescribable.

He had a mind to remind, but seeing Ji Mingyue and Han Xiaoru beside him not only unworried but also filled with anticipation and excitement in their expressions, something clicked in his heart, wondering if there’s something he doesn’t know.

Could his current actions break the crisis?

Thinking of this.

Weifu Bo suddenly felt a massive surge of sword intent rise from Chen Ping’s seated body.

The sharpness cut into his eyes…

Suddenly, he heard a sword hum, and his heart began to pound erratically.

He couldn’t help but step back more than ten steps.

“Eh…”

Startled, Weifu Bo noticed not only himself but everyone around had retreated far away.

Even the golden-haired monkey had somersaulted half a mile away, and the adorable little fox had burrowed into Ji Mingyue’s embrace, refusing to emerge.

These two creatures were more perceptive, almost believing Chen Ping was about to wield his sword against them.

That penetrating, bone-chilling sword intent pierced straight into their minds, merely sensing it made their limbs feel weak.

“Success.”

Chen Ping opened his eyes, white light shooting nearly a foot from them, and with a mouthful, he spat out a Sword Pill.

An emerald light a foot long shimmering like water, surrounded by swirling azure dragon-shaped light, countless light rays transforming into swimming dragons around the sword glow, seemingly able to merge and destroy space, creating countless tiny sparks of lightning.

This sword glow, upon emerging and merely hovering in mid-air without initiating any attacks, resonated with the dull rumble of thunder in the ears of those present, shaking their spirits.