Chapter 1779 - 455: Do You Want to Become Stronger? (Part 3)

Chapter 1779: Chapter 455: Do You Want to Become Stronger? (Part 3)

He suddenly realized that this elder might have mastered a kind of "Momentum".

In the Liver Emperor Group’s live stream room, there was once teaching about "Momentum", where the training camp instructor stated that it is a kind of emotional power from within.

The Research Party players on the forum also analyzed it, believing that it is essentially a rule.

Rule?!

This word was like a key, instantly unlocking Tu Hu’s understanding.

Indeed, this explains everything!

It wasn’t because the elder’s seemingly ordinary block was particularly skillful or his strength extremely overwhelming that he could dissolve the attack capable of destroying the earth.

But at the moment the blocking action was completed, his momentum released Rule-level effectiveness, and within his "Sword Momentum" range, the rule defined that the attack ahead ought to be blocked, thus all techniques were powerless.

Even if the element were in frenzy, it would be eroded by the rule.

This was a self-confidence from within that could even impact the external laws.

I believe it can be blocked, then it will certainly be blocked.

Similarly, the unremarkable sword thrust could annihilate tens of thousands, not due to the sharpness of the sword blade.

It’s because within the sword momentum, there’s a rule rewriting: "This sword must hit, and those struck must perish."

When the elder’s belief identified that the target should be annihilated and then released his "Sword Momentum", the opposing life form naturally came to an end.

This was beyond the realm of skills or strength, this is... Words and Law Follow, the Rule-level realm where intention commands law.

Understanding this, Tu Hu looked at the unremarkable elder in front of him, and his feelings were completely different.

How could this be an old soldier of the Dream Weaving Clan, clearly this was a top-level boss who had refined his own will into a rule, already creating Rule-level Power.

What he taught before wasn’t any sword move, but was guiding him to master Rule-level Power.

His own "Suppression System" is the same, requiring players to find the corresponding Emotion Momentum, and only then can they enter the door of the Suppression System.

Cang Xuan quietly watched the change in expression on Tu Hu’s face:

"Now, have you seen clearly?"

"Seen clearly, the old man is really fierce, how long will I have to learn...?"

Cang Xuan shook his head:

"I don’t know, an epiphany can happen in an instant, without it, a lifetime won’t suffice."

He didn’t give any promises, only expressed one meaning: This path, has no shortcuts, only self-realization.

Tu Hu took a deep breath and did not ask further.

He tightly held the training iron sword in his hand, his eyes no longer held the previous restlessness and utilitarianism, only focus remained.

In the upcoming days, the training remained dull, with content still the most basic blocking and sword thrusting.

But Tu Hu’s mindset was already completely different.

He no longer pursued form, immersed his entire mind and soul into it, repeatedly savoring the stunning image of the rules appearing in his mind, feeling each circulation of power when exerting force, capturing the subtle moments that might births rules from amidst the unseen.

He didn’t know how long he trained, his teammates urged him several times, but Tu Hu chose to continue persisting.

His eyes were only focused on the trajectory of the sword in his hand.

Until one day, Cang Xuan silently appeared beside him and lightly waved his hand.

Three crisp sword cries sounded, and three different forms of brilliance unfolded before Tu Hu, turning into three suspended sword shadows, each emitting a completely different aura.

The first one, blood-red.

The sword was slender, seemingly forged with solidified blood and endless killing intent, just by gazing at it, Tu Hu’s ears seemed to echo with the lamentations of billions of creatures, visions of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared before his eyes.

The second one, dark purple.

The sword’s body twisted unpredictably, and the surrounding space continuously collapsed, emanating an absolute deathly silence aura that dissolves every existence.

The third one, a light golden giant sword, its brilliance was not dazzling, when gazing at it, Tu Hu felt a rising desire not for destruction, but a firm resolve to protect everything behind him.

Cang Xuan’s gaze swept past the three sword shadows and finally fell on Tu Hu, his voice vast:

"Slaughter, destruction, protection, the cultivation of sword momentum, begins with choice, to which does your heart incline?"

The three swords floated quietly, waiting for Tu Hu’s decision.

He knew this choice would decide his future direction.

Tu Hu fell into contemplation.

He was the front line damage taker of the team, he always walked the path of protection, protecting his teammates behind him was also his role in the team.

The Guardian Sword seemed more suitable for him.

Without hesitating too long, his gaze became firm, he reached out his hand, and without hesitation pointed to the light golden giant sword.

"I choose it."

As the words fell, the blood-red and dark purple sword shadows dissipated like dreams.

The light golden giant sword emitted a deep hum, transformed into a stream of light, and fell into his hand.

His arm sank; the weight of the sword was a bit surprising, but he clearly felt that the "essence" of the sword was different now.

A kind of weight and warmth akin to bloodline connection was transmitted from the sword hilt, as if this sword truly became an extension of his will.

On the sword’s body, a faint golden halo seemed to flow briefly before disappearing.

"To protect is not to cower, but to cut off calamity with a sharp blade." Cang Xuan looked at him and slowly said:

"Your journey has just begun." After speaking, the elder’s figure dissipated.

The ensuing training still consisted of the most basic blocking and sword thrusting.

But with each swing, Tu Hu felt that he was communicating with a deeper level of power.

He no longer pursued perfection in his actions, immersing his entire mind into the idea of "protection": protecting his teammates, protecting dreams, protecting the hopes for the future.

Every day henceforth was a rain of sweat, his arms went from sore and numb to losing feeling, then to rejuvenation after breakthrough limits.

In this day-to-day honing, he gradually forgot time, forgot level, forgot Life Soul Characteristic, only the most pure intention remained in his mind:

Blocking, thus immune to all techniques.

Sword thrusting, then forging ahead.

Every once in a while, the elder would arrive, give simple guidance, and leave.

This day, Tu Hu had just completed a round of extreme training, was leaning on his heavy sword to breathe heavily, Cang Xuan’s figure appeared silently again, starting to guide.

After the guidance was complete, as the elder prepared to leave.

Tu Hu looked up, gasping for breath, at the elder’s calm and undisturbed face, a question suppressed for a long time finally blurted out:

"Old man, the corpse in the hall... is that you?"

Cang Xuan did not deny it, nodded slightly.

"Why?" Tu Hu couldn’t help but ask:

"With your strength, should be able to leave... why sit there, waiting to become a skeleton?"

Cang Xuan was silent for a moment; only the rustling of the breeze passing over grass leaves was heard in the vast grassland.

When he spoke again, there was more undulation in his words:

"Trees wither, and should return to dust, so civilization, so I."

He slowly raised his hand, pointing to the illusionary world around them, which seemed alive, but was like amber frozen:

"Forced continuation is nothing more than the shadow of obsession, lost its soul, leaving only form; it’s the greatest desecration to past glory."

"I witnessed its birth, accompanied its peak, naturally... I should also see its end." After speaking, the elder’s gaze returned to Tu Hu, in his clear eyes was a calmness that sees through the rise and fall of reincarnation:

"This is my choice, and also... my destined path."

"Then why did you leave this shadow? Why choose to teach me?" Tu Hu asked the most crucial question.

Cang Xuan’s figure slowly turned, his back facing Tu Hu, and gently said:

"Civilization may die, but ’Dao’ should not vanish."

"I await someone who can carry this ’Dao’ forward."

With the words spoken, his figure gradually faded away, like dew merging into sunlight, leaving only his last ethereal words echoing in Tu Hu’s ears:

"A sword does not age, but the wielder will; the strongest sword Dao cannot withstand the erosion of time."