Chapter 632: Great Increase in Sword Dao Cultivation

Moreover, in such a dark and terrifying environment, there was practically no one who could remain as composed and inwardly calm as Wen Qingye. From beginning to end, his expression hadn’t changed in the slightest.

Qing Ruo’ai raised her head and said slowly, “I have an extremely bad feeling.”

“Now this is getting interesting.”

Wen Qingye’s brow twitched as he stared ahead, but his steps remained unhurried as he advanced. The sword in his hand grew even more deadly.

BOOM!

In the very next moment, it was as if countless black shadows came rushing from all directions, blotting out everything. They were so dense that it was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.

Wen Qingye didn’t retreat. Instead, he advanced with Dragon Walk and Tiger Stride, charging forward with great steps. ‘Let’s see just how much these things can make my Immortal Slaying Sword Dao Tree grow.’

WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The Bladeless Heavy Sword, heavy as a mountain, was swung by Wen Qingye in an impenetrable, peerlessly domineering dance. A black shadow charging at him was instantly transformed into a wisp of Sword Dao Origin.

But this was only the beginning. The next moment, the surrounding black shadows surged toward Wen Qingye like a tidal wave, drowning him in an instant.

“So many?” Qing Ruo’ai watched the approaching shadows and sucked in a sharp breath. This was far more than just “many”—it was a seemingly boundless existence.

Not only were these black shadows incredibly fast, but their Swordsmanship was also extraordinary. Each one of them attacked ruthlessly, without a hint of hesitation.

SLICE! SLICE!

Wen Qingye’s sword moved faster and faster, and one by one, the surrounding black shadows were transformed into Sword Dao Origin.

Rock Law! Third Layer of the Earthly Realm!

BOOM!

With a single swing of his sword, a force of over a hundred thousand jin erupted. A vast swathe of the surrounding black shadows collapsed, transforming into a massive cloud of Sword Dao Origin.

Wen Qingye grew stronger the more he fought, as if he didn’t know the meaning of fatigue.

His figure weaved through the black tide, and patches of Sword Dao Origin materialized, only to be instantly absorbed into his Sword Dao Tree. At the same time, his Sword Dao Tree began to grow at a frantic pace.

His Law Power was also increasing at a tremendous rate, showing faint signs of an impending breakthrough.

Time slipped away like sand through his fingers.

Vibration Law! Third Layer of the Earthly Realm!

…

Overlord Law! Third Layer of the Earthly Realm!

…

Bursting Law! Third Layer of the Earthly Realm!

‘This man… doesn’t he ever get tired? What incredible inner strength, what powerful willpower.’

It was as if Qing Ruo’ai was seeing Wen Qingye for the first time, looking past his youthful, flamboyant facade to glimpse the man within.

He was so powerful, it was suffocating.

Qing Ruo’ai couldn’t help but recall Wen Qingye’s words about annihilating the Taiyi Pavilion. A thoughtful look crossed her face. Now, it all seemed so perfectly natural, as if it was a goal well within his reach.

The sword in his hand moved faster and faster, his footwork perfectly synchronized with its every move as he charged forward.

A long, long time passed, yet it also felt like just an instant.

Wen Qingye suddenly realized everything was silent—an inner silence. He stopped his sword. There were no more black shadows around him; it seemed he had cut them all down. He then took a deep breath.

He had absorbed countless wisps of Sword Dao Origin, but the growth of his Sword Dao Laws was slowing.

During this time, Wen Qingye integrated the Bursting Law into his Sword Body as well. At this point, his strongest sword strike now contained five different Laws.

A single strike infused with five Laws, each with the distinct characteristics of its power… Wen Qingye was now eager to find out just how powerful his sword had become.

SHIING.

The Bladeless Heavy Sword returned to his back. By now, Wen Qingye was drenched in sweat, and a drop trickled down the Sword Scabbard before falling into the black void below.

DRIP.

That single drop of sweat seemed to merge into the space itself. Ripples spread across the black void below, slowly pulsing outward.

…

「Outside the Sword Forest.」

More and more Celestial Profound Sect Elders and Stewards were gathering.

The crowd stared at the Sword Patterns on the banyan tree, growing restless as they began to murmur amongst themselves.

“No one has passed the 7th Layer in five hundred years. I’m afraid Wen Qingye won’t be able to pass the 8th Layer.”

“It’s been so long, and there hasn’t been any sign of activity. I bet he’s just barely hanging on in there.”

“Reaching the 8th Layer is already an astonishing feat. We can’t ask for more. When it comes to Swordsmanship, Wen Qingye already stands at the pinnacle of the Eastern Profound Domain.”

…

The surrounding crowd continued their hushed discussions.

Seeing this, Yue Mingzhu also breathed a small sigh of relief. Wen Qingye’s talent was indeed monstrous, but it seemed there was a limit to it after all.

Jian Chunqiu stared at the pavilion ahead and muttered to himself, “Is this where it ends?”

Qii Yue, who was beside him, said slowly, “Elder Jian, Wen Qingye’s aptitude is already extraordinary. He is only twenty-one.”

Jian Chunqiu nodded heavily. “Yes. To reach the 8th Layer at a Bone Age of twenty-one is completely unprecedented in the history of our Celestial Profound Sect. We are witnessing a miracle.”

“Yes, this is…”

Qii Yue’s words came to an abrupt halt as a black light enveloped the scene before them. An extremely dazzling radiance shone not just on their eyes, but deep into the hearts of everyone present.

SWISH!

A black Flying Sword pierced through the air.

“Present!”

The sound echoed not in their ears, but in their very minds.

The surrounding crowd was utterly dumbstruck. All discussion vanished, replaced by an eerie silence.

Jian Chunqiu asked in disbelief, “Qii Yue, tell me, was that the ‘Present’ Sword that just flew out?”

Qii Yue was also incredibly excited, his breathing ragged. He shouted, “It is! It’s the ‘Present’ character sword! The ‘Present’ character sword!”

“The 8th Layer! He passed the 8th Layer!”

Everyone stared at the Flying Sword that had flashed across the sky, too shocked to utter a single word.

But in the very next moment, an even more shocking scene unfolded.

SWISH!

An ultimate white light flared, seeming to tear through the heavens. Cloud Conceal Peak was completely enveloped by the glow, and in the eyes of the crowd, that white light seemed even more brilliant than the sun.

“Vanguard!”

The resonant sound echoed once more, circling in everyone’s ears.

“He passed the 9th Layer too?”

Everyone was too shocked to speak, as if petrified. They all tilted their heads back, staring upward in astonishment.

HUMMM! HUMMM!

The next instant, the entire world seemed to tremble.

“Look!”

The Third Elder of Cloud Conceal Peak shouted, pointing directly at the Sword Patterns on the banyan tree. From above the Sword Patterns, nine Flying Swords flew out simultaneously. Nine streams of ultimate radiance, like a rainbow in the sky, blurred everyone’s vision.

An aura that seemed to defy heaven and earth slowly descended from the sky, pressing down on the hearts of the crowd.