Chapter 1367: Central Sky Region, Four Symbols Limitless!

Chapter 1367: Chapter 1364: Central Sky Region, Four Symbols Limitless!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

The piercing gale blew Luo Feng’s robes so that they snapped and fluttered.

Luo Feng sat at the bow of the boat; with no hull to shield him, the raging sky-wind immediately struck him head-on, slicing about like knives, wantonly cutting, to the extent that even his Protective Gang Energy could not completely ward it off.

With his eyes slightly closed, Luo Feng carefully felt the flow of air around the boat’s hull, and from that ever-changing flux, he grasped the fleeting, myriad transformations of the wind’s intent realm.

Luo Feng had long since discovered that the first three forms of the Four Symbols Ultimate Saber—Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills, Summer Thunder Falling from the Sky, and Autumn Rain Soul Disconnecting—contained the cycles of the four seasons, their intent realms closely intertwined with the images of the seasons.

Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills was like the spring wind; the spring wind nourished all things in silence, killing a man without a sound, without a trace.

Summer Thunder Falling from the Sky was fierce and domineering, like thunder in the height of summer, with the swiftness of thunder itself.

Autumn rain was continuous and solemnly murderous; Autumn Rain Soul Disconnecting was like the cold rain of late autumn, impossible to fathom—once unleashed, it chilled the heart to the core.

Luo Feng had already cultivated these three saber techniques to the Great Achievement Realm, but his comprehension of their intent realms had not broken through much, and they were yet imperfect.

He planned to proceed step by step, starting from Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills, comprehending it bit by bit, until he perfected all three saber techniques completely, then go on to experience the winter intent within the four seasons, and in the end, refine the Four Symbols Ultimate Saber.

Though his eyes could not see, Luo Feng’s other senses were magnified to their limits by his powerful Soul Power; his skin felt the forceful wind blowing against him, his ears listened to the sound of wind passing, and his whole being gradually entered a profound and subtle state, as if he himself had merged into the wind, becoming one with it.

Time passed little by little, and Luo Feng sat at the bow like a sculpture, motionless.

“Hm?”

On the deck, Qiu Yue raised his head to look at Luo Feng, a hint of puzzlement in his eyes. “Strange, why do I feel like Luo Feng is growing farther and farther away from us?”

Chi Wei was equally astonished. “But he’s clearly still sitting on the boat…”

Beside them, Chixiao and Su Zhuyun both showed a trace of surprise on their faces.

Su Zhuyun stared at Luo Feng and said, “Wind is the most concealed; it can affect one’s perception. His wind intent realm has already reached an extremely high level.”

“Mm.”

Chixiao nodded, a strange light flashing in his eyes. “He didn’t have this feeling about him just now. Could it be that he only just comprehended it? But it’s been such a short time…”

A faint smile touched Su Zhuyun’s lips as she said to Chixiao, “You’d best not look at him through the lens you use for ordinary people.”

“You rate him that highly?”

Chixiao was taken aback. In his impression, the Sword Tomb disciples were all proud and high-spirited; even the disciples of the Nine Great Sacred Grounds rarely earned their recognition. Luo Feng was clearly an exception.

“Spend some time with him, and you’ll feel the same.”

Thinking back over the few short months from the time she met Luo Feng until now, and the tremendous changes that had taken place in him during that span, Su Zhuyun’s expression carried a faint emotion.

“Is that so?”

At her words, Chixiao raised his gaze toward Luo Feng, not taking Su Zhuyun’s remark to heart.

A Martial Artist in the mid True Yuan Realm at seventeen years of age, and still a disciple of the twelve Golden Palaces of the Canglang Dynasty—this had indeed surprised him somewhat. But he had been sent to cultivate in a Sacred Ground at thirteen, and had seen countless astonishing prodigies. In front of those people, Luo Feng’s strength could only be called ordinary; he did not believe that there was still anything that could shock him now.

Su Zhuyun saw through Chixiao’s thoughts and did not explain further. What one witnessed with one’s own eyes carried far more weight than what one merely heard.

The climate of the Central Sky Region changed in an instant; a moment ago it had been a world of Thunderbolt, and in the blink of an eye, the entire world abruptly darkened. Between heaven and earth, enormous tornadoes wove back and forth; the icy air condensed into countless shards of ice, and a blizzard began to fall.

Rumble, rumble, rumble…

Suddenly, one wind pillar dispersed, and vast sheets of ice crystals came raging down from the sky, large as little hills, covering a range of several thousand meters around the Green Jade Spirit Boat. Wherever they passed, the air exploded with a succession of booming reports.

Whoosh!

Su Zhuyun was just about to take action when Luo Feng suddenly opened his eyes and stood up; Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber flashed from its sheath.

In absolute silence, a streak of fire shot forth. Under the incredulous gazes of Qiu Yue and the others, it darted back and forth through the sky, even vanishing for an instant, then returned to Luo Feng’s hand.

Chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi…

All at once, a startling scene unfolded: all the falling ice crystals in the sky broke apart and crumbled, turning into fine snowflakes that drifted down with the wind.

Qiu Yue snapped back to himself, his heart shaken beyond measure; he sucked in a deep breath of cold air.

“What swift Drawing Saber Technique, what marvelous saber art! To cut those ice crystals down to such tiny pieces would take at least a hundred strikes, yet he finished it in an instant!”

“His saber feels just like the wind—utterly soundless, penetrating everywhere.”

Chi Wei’s beautiful eyes were wide; she had grown up in the palace and seen no small number of outstanding young saber men, yet not one could compare with Luo Feng.

“Quick it may be, but he’s missing a crucial point: the intent realm isn’t perfected. Otherwise, the power of this saber form should not be limited to this.”

Chixiao flicked his hand, and a layer of fine ice crystals appeared in his palm. After a glance, he spoke lightly.

Su Zhuyun said nothing, only quietly watching Luo Feng.

“No, it’s still lacking, as if something is missing—the intent realm won’t reach perfection.”

At the bow, Luo Feng reached out to catch the falling ice and snow, his brows knitting slightly.

He had intended to cut the ice crystals into snow of identical size; yet the snowflakes in his hand were not uniform.

Feeling the gusting wind blowing straight at him, Luo Feng gazed toward the distant, chaotic sky, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

By comprehending the violent gale of the Central Sky Region and then fusing it into his saber technique, he could clearly feel that the realm of Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills had advanced considerably. But he remained a step short of true perfection.

Crack!

Suddenly, the sky ahead darkened, and two violently spinning wind pillars collided with each other. Under fierce friction, they gave birth to streak after streak of domineering Thunderbolt, lighting up the entire expanse.

Boom…

Brilliant Thunder light surged into the wind pillars, roaring within them, making their momentum soar and twist without end. In an instant, Thunderbolt rampaged through the surrounding space; thick purple bolts raged like giant waves, storming and bellowing. The power of wind and thunder fused together, like some peerless fiend awakening, and the whole space quivered faintly.

Pa!

A raindrop struck Luo Feng’s face, cold and stinging. He stared at the Thunder-light wind pillars surging and rolling between heaven and earth, and his eyes shone brightly.

“Spring wind, summer thunder, autumn rain… the alternation of the four seasons…”

Feeling the ever more terrifying power within the Thunder-light wind pillars, the joy on Luo Feng’s face grew more and more pronounced.

“So that’s how it is! Wind goes with thunder, and after thunder comes sudden rain… The four seasons’ alternation ought to be mutually supporting and engendering, yet I have grasped only one single intent realm, which of course makes it far harder. Four Symbols Ultimate, Four Symbols Ultimate—so this is the meaning!”

Having grasped the crucial point, Luo Feng let out a long howl. His foot stamped on the Spirit Boat, and his figure shot forth like an arrow, charging toward the Thunder-light wind pillar with the most terrifying momentum.

“Luo Feng!”

This scene startled Chi Wei and Qiu Yue on the deck.

Chixiao and Su Zhuyun said nothing; they only fixed their gaze on Luo Feng.

Just now, both of them had sensed that something in Luo Feng had changed.