Chapter 1783 - 456: Lonely Flame, Cang Xuan of Sword Dao_4

Chapter 1783: Chapter 456: Lonely Flame, Cang Xuan of Sword Dao_4

He could even "hear" the greedy gulping sound coming from his body, with each cell rejoicing with delight.

He instinctively tightened his grip on the Iron Sword, and an indescribable epiphany surged within him.

This "Land of Dreams" regarded by his compatriots as a resource treasure, perhaps its true value does not lie in the visible minerals, but in this primitive environment that can directly nourish the source of Life and promote Evolution.

In his hometown world, which emphasizes Spiritual Energy and Dream Simulation, the evolution of the flesh has long been neglected, even if there is any, it is related to genetic modification.

But in this land, the seeds of Martial Arts within him that had been dormant for years seemed to have finally found the most suitable soil to break through.

Finally, Cang Xuan was placed in a hive-like residential unit.

The neighbors were all residents who had been forcibly relocated in the last round of migration from the hometown world, and he was one of the last batch to be migrated.

Here, from the residents’ conversations and occasionally spread rumors, he gradually pieced together some truths.

His compatriots had encountered an invading formidable power in this world, and several resource extraction sites had already been seized.

This race mastered a power system they had never comprehended before, making the martial technology that the Dream Weaving Clan relied on for survival and development difficult to pose a threat to this power.

After the outbreak of war, it was almost a one-sided massacre.

The proud Spiritual Ability Storms of the Dream Weaving Clan would be easily absorbed by this race and converted into nourishment for themselves.

The meticulously woven dream traps would be invaded in reverse by their consciousness, causing the Dream Weavers to suffer mental collapse.

The physical strength of the Genetic Path would be instantly dismantled by their spread of spiritual pollution, turning allies into enemies.

Even the most physically dependent weapons of the Technology Path failed to produce effective lethality.

They retreated continuously, the entire line crumbled.

All the technological systems that developed depending on "dreams" appeared powerless in the face of this races that seemed like a natural enemy.

It was only at this moment that Cang Xuan truly understood why their hometown had been so frantically exploited.

It was the civilization’s difficult struggle and resistance during adversity.

The past he defended seemed to be collapsing.

In the days that followed, he found a narrow abandoned space between the apartment buildings and began his sword practice once more, day after day.

In this place, each swing of the sword felt entirely different.

The Heaven and Earth Energy in the hometown world was thin, requiring a great deal of willpower to stir even a trace.

But here, when he immersed his mind in the sword move, his thoughts seemed to influence the power of the sword.

When he infused his attachment to his homeland and worries for the future of the civilization into the Iron Sword in his hand, the dense and lively Heaven and Earth Energy around him seemed to be drawn by an invisible hand, spontaneously converging.

Where the sword edge swept through, the air rippled imperceptibly.

Cang Xuan gradually found the knack and realized that the power of the sword seemed to be connected to his emotions.

When his mind was highly focused, and his emotions were most pure, the otherwise ordinary Iron Sword faintly exuded an inch of light golden radiance.

This was neither Spiritual Energy nor any known form of Energy.

It originated from his will and emotions, a product of Resonance between his mind and the Heaven and Earth Energy on this magical land.

This power fluctuated with his emotions and condensed with his will.

Upon realizing this, Cang Xuan was deeply shocked.

He felt as though he had touched a height that neither he nor his ancestors had ever reached.

From then on, he threw himself into Cultivation with more selflessness.

The external war clouds and panic were isolated from him.

He transformed all his emotions, his guardianship of the past, his anxiety about the present... into the purest motivation, infusing them into each swing of the sword.

Year after year.

In an unnoticed corner, his sword speed became slower and slower, but each stroke carried a gravity akin to a mountain, a heavy emotion that was drawn yet unexpressed.

The faint golden radiance gradually stabilized, eventually turning into a stream of light swirling around the Iron Sword, condensing and not dispersing.

His life level, under the nourishment of this dense Heaven and Earth Energy, underwent a metamorphosis akin to being reborn.

His muscles and bones became tougher under the wash of Energy, his five senses became unprecedentedly sharp, and even his thinking became clearer and more penetrating.

While his compatriots relied on external technological developments, he was treading an unprecedented path through the oldest form of introspection.

The leap in strength quietly completed during day after day of hard Cultivation.

Yet, during this period, the external situation continued to worsen.

The frontline collapse continued, the defense line outside "Hope City" was teetering on the brink.

The piercing alarm frequently tore through the city sky, and each time it sounded, it meant the battle line was being compressed further.

The criteria for conscription began to expand infinitely.

Many non-mainstream system practitioners who were once rejected due to low potential or incompatible systems received the qualification to join the battle.

This also included the Martial Arts System, with only Cang Xuan remaining.

On this day, Cang Xuan finished his morning practice, and the faint golden light flowing on the Iron Sword slowly drew back into the blade.

He returned to his residential room.

Outside the window, another urgent alarm tore through the sky.

Shortly after, the sound of explosions echoed from afar, causing even the ground beneath his feet to tremble slightly.

He walked to the window and saw the Spiritual Ability Tower of the skyline tipping in the distant firelight, one of the crucial nodes of "Hope City"’s defense system.

The defense line was about to break.

Civilization had reached its final hour.

He silently watched the firelight in the distance, but what flashed through his mind was the petals flying in the spring of the Martial City, his grandfather’s gentle gaze when teaching him to write under the lamp, the mutual support of his neighbors, the good news on the radio that made him feel the culture was still thriving....