ps: Tomorrow’s first update may be late because I have to go back to my hometown!
A sword rainbow swept across the sky, and the sea of clouds shattered.
A Jade Emperor's Palace tens of thousands of feet high reaches straight into the sky, like a sharp sword.
Looking up from a distance, this ten thousand-foot sword peak supports the world.
Inexplicable pressure filled the sky above Jianfeng, and its billowing clouds gathered into strange restrictions.
Guardians in silver robes sat around, and above their heads was a majestic sword palace.
This sword palace exudes an aura of vicissitudes of life, with two large Chinese characters flying like dragons and phoenixes appearing on it: "Xuanyuan!"
A sword rainbow roared in. Wherever it went, the clouds gave way and the restrictions were shattered.
The guardians who were sitting quietly opened their eyes one after another, revealing a hint of anger. However, when they saw the white clothes fluttering in the mountain wind, the anger completely dissipated.
"I've met the Fifth Generation!" Many guardians saluted and said respectfully.
Even so, some guardians still looked hesitant and stood silent.
Arriving through the air, Ye Chen nodded slightly, his eyes passing over the crowd, and finally stopped at the sword palace in front of him.
The history of the Sword Palace can be seen from its architectural style. Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and after looking at it for a long time, he said: "I want to enter the Xuanyuan Palace!"
"Five generations only need to step through the palace gate to enter the Xuanyuan Palace. Five generations please!" An older warrior came out and said with cupped hands.
The gate of the Sword Palace! Endless space turbulence surges above it, swallowing up all the light projected from it.
Ye Chen looked over. There was only endless darkness.
"Use the cultivation of the martial arts world to evolve a small space. The realm of the martial arts world is really wonderful!"
Ye Chen pondered for a moment, stepped up, transformed into a sword rainbow, and headed straight for the palace door.
The space ripples, and the endless darkness swallows up a man dressed in white.
It wasn't until Ye Chen disappeared that the guardian who had spoken previously breathed a sigh of relief, "Sure enough, as rumored, the strength of the fifth generation is unpredictable!"
A residual power filled the hearts of many guardians, and the top of Sword Peak once again fell into deathly silence.
The moment Ye Chen stepped into the sword palace, his vision dimmed in vain. A majestic pressure came over him.
Opening his eyes, Ye Chen looked around. Behind him was the surging space, which was a black and white world. The sky was the top of the Sword Palace, and the earth was the first floor of the Sword Palace.
There is no air flow here, but from time to time there is a crisp sound of sword chants.
Swords filled with the smell of decay were piled up into steps. Going up the steps, four statues were placed in sequence. They were stone statues of the first four generations of moon gods.
The breath of vicissitudes of life filled the entire sword palace. Ye Chen raised his head and whispered softly: "One, two, three, four...nine!"
"Nine is the ultimate number, there are nine levels of sword palace in total!" Ye Chen remained calm as he stepped on the rotten earth, kicked his feet slightly, and landed lightly on the steps.
Ding! A crisp sword roar rang in Ye Chen's ears, and the rotten swords under his feet erupted with endless sword energy.
The sword energy surged and shot directly at Ye Chen.
Fatty Xiao had already informed Ye Chen about this scene.
Ye Chen looked calm and walked on the steps as if he were strolling in a leisurely courtyard. The moment his sleeves and robes were waved, his energy flowed out.
The roaring torrent of sword energy was torn apart by the energy. Ye Chen stepped on the last step and raised his head. He saw four huge stone statues of the Moon God in sight.
Whoosh! An inexplicable pressure roared over, coming from the pressure on the stone statue of the Moon God.
"Hey!" Ye Chen frowned in vain. His eyes were as bright as a torch, and he faced the pressure and stepped forward.
The moment the pressure broke out on the Moon Goddess statue, Ye Chen clearly felt a strange spatial fluctuation on it.
At the same time, Ye Chen felt a very familiar aura among these four stone statues, belonging to the sword intent of the four moon gods.
"Weird!" Ye Chen murmured. The spatial fluctuation that flashed past did not come from the sword palace in front of him, but from behind.
Turning around, Ye Chen looked at the surging space turbulence. This small space created by martial arts masters could not hide Ye Chen's sight. Through this space, he saw a dead world, the land of Beiqiu.
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"The land of Beiqiu!" Turning around, Ye Chen stared at the stone statue of the Moon God, trying to discern something.
"This place is related to Beiqiu!" Ye Chen thought for a moment and exhaled softly, "In a few days, after the teacher comes out of seclusion, I will go find him and ask about Beiqiu."
With a flick of his sleeves, Ye Chen stepped into the first floor of the Sword Palace, stepping on the roaring pressure.
The relationship in the Sword Hall on the first level is extremely bleak, and there is deathly silence all around.
A pair of dim swords were suspended strangely in mid-air, and their terrifying pressure permeated the swords, appearing regularly from time to time.
At the end of the sword is the stairs, and going up the stairs is the second level of the sword hall.
"Sword weapon?" Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly, and the power of his powerful soul spread out, sweeping across the first level of the sword palace.
Ding! Ding! The sword screamed, and its terrifying pressure gathered together and pressed towards Ye Chen.
These pressures seemed insignificant to Ye Chen. He opened his eyes and took a step forward. All the swords were dead and the pressure was gone.
"These swords are not entities, but are transformed by the rules of heaven and earth. Warriors who master magical powers activate the rules of heaven and earth, evolve magical powers, condense sword styles, and integrate magical powers into this sword style to form the swords in front of you!"
"Learn from analogies, learn from other people's magical powers, and improve your own magical powers. Tsk tsk, with such a foundation, no wonder there are so many powerful people in the Jade Emperor Palace!"
Ye Chen stepped forward gently, without stopping, toward the steps. Although the magical power here was good, it was of no use to him.
Ye Chen understood supernatural powers more thoroughly than they did.
With a calm look on his face, Ye Chen stepped onto the second level of the Sword Hall without any hesitation.
Just like the first-level Sword Palace, the swords are suspended in the sky above the second-level Sword Palace, and the pressure is overwhelming.
Compared with the pressure in the first level of the Sword Palace, the pressure on this level is obviously much more terrifying, and the magical powers it has evolved are also more mysterious.
This mysterious magical power transformed into a sword. Although it floated quietly in mid-air, Ye Chen could see the horror in it. These magical powers were all extraordinary.
"The magical powers that can be included in the Xuanyuan Palace by the Jade Emperor Palace are all extraordinary. This Xuanyuan Palace is simply a treasure!"
"There are thousands of sword styles, and there are tens of thousands of magical powers. Each magical power has its own mystery!" Ye Chen glanced at these swords. Wherever his eyes touched, the rules were scattered. Ye Chen could see the essence of each sword at a glance.
Coming out is the mysterious place of magical power.
Following the stairs on the second floor, Ye Chen stepped onto the sword hall on the third floor.
The sharp edge energy flows in the sword hall. In addition to the swords filled with voids, there are dozens of figures sitting in the void on this floor, with their eyes closed. They are obviously comprehending the magical power pervading the swords.
Fluctuate and learn from the paths of our ancestors to explore our own path.
The pressure from the third level roared in. Ye Chen's body was slightly lowered. Every time he advanced to the sword palace, the pressure inside it increased exponentially.
After scanning many swords, Ye Chen's eyes stopped on a sword with green and yellow light, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, "The magical power of cause and effect evolved from the rules of cause and effect, tsk tsk!"
During the ten years of reincarnation in hell, Ye Chen had tyrannically integrated cause and effect into flames to form the fire of cause and effect. Although he had never understood the origin of cause and effect, his understanding of cause and effect had his own uniqueness.
"The rules of life and death, life is born with the left palm and death is done with the right palm. Isn't this the same as the law of cause and effect? The left hand is the cause and the right hand is the effect!" Ye Chen said thoughtfully, staring at the fluctuations on the sword.
"The reincarnation of life and death is the way of cause and effect. There is reincarnation and cause and effect. Who can control life and death and think about cause and effect!" Ye Chen's eyes became brighter and brighter. He stepped up and faced the majestic pressure towards that direction.
He walked forward with his sword in hand, no matter how overwhelming the force was, he could not stop his figure.
The coercion on the third floor changed due to Ye Chen's arrival. The swords on the entire floor trembled slightly, and the crisp sword chants rose up and swept out.
The guardians who were practicing opened their eyes one after another, and looked slightly startled when they saw this figure in white.
The guardian has been practicing in seclusion in Xuanyuan Palace all year round, and even the incident yesterday did not attract the attention of these people.
There was a unique sword-shaped mark between his eyebrows. A middle-aged man whose whole body was filled with a rotten aura opened his eyes and looked at a white-clothed figure walking in the distance. His sword-shaped eyebrows couldn't help but frown. There were not many in Xuanyuan Palace.
The only rule is not to make too much noise and disturb other people when you are comprehending.
The middle-aged man was about to remind Ye Chen aloud, but when his eyes touched those ancient and calm eyes, he didn't know how to say the words.
Ignoring the surprised glances around him, Ye Chen walked forward step by step, his eyes always resting on the green-yellow sword...
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