Ling Chuxi's eyes suddenly changed, and she returned to the Sumeru space, still maintaining her previous posture. Everything was like a dream, but yet so real.
What's going on? Is it really a dream? Ling Chuxi's mind is full of doubts, but if it is a dream, why is the feeling so clear?
The scroll was still unfolded and laid flat in front of Ling Chuxi's eyes. At a glance, Ling Chuxi covered her mouth in surprise.
In the picture, the man was still standing on the top of the majestic peak, but he no longer stood with his hands behind his back as before. Instead, he held a long sword and pointed at the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou ahead.
It's not a dream, everything just now was not a dream.
Ling Chuxi slowly stood up, drew her sword again, and pointed forward.
She had practiced this action thousands of times just now, and it was so smooth and natural.
"The sword points to Jiuzhou!" As Ling Chuxi shouted, a subtle trace of heavenly power from the meridians was injected into the sword without any lag or hindrance.
A tiny bit of heavenly power, like the smallest drop of rain and smoke, came from all directions, even directly breaking through the barrier of Sumeru space from the heavenly realm and pouring into the Falling Dust Sword.
"Boom!" Luochen Sword emitted a ray of light that was more dazzling than the cracking sun, and the huge power was like a volcano erupting, leaning forward.
The ground shook violently, and a mushroom-shaped smoke cloud rose into the sky.
Ling Chuxi held the Luochen Sword for a long time, stunned.
In front of him, a mountain range that was hundreds of miles long was split open by this sword, revealing a ravine dozens of feet deep.
Such sword power has long exceeded the scope of the peak of the emperor level. It is the peak of the god level, but that's it.
This is the power of heaven.
Finally truly mastering the power of heaven, Ling Chuxi was so excited that she just wanted to look up to the sky and scream, but soon she calmed down: this power of heaven was obviously not her true strength, but poured into the sword from all directions.
Yes, but where did this come from?
Unable to give her an answer, Ling Chuxi pondered for a long time before vaguely guessing that no matter the heaven or the Sumeru space, there is actually a tiny power of heaven floating around. Perhaps even the six major spaces are no exception, but they are too small.
, ordinary people cannot perceive and use it. And this sword named Sword Pointing to Nine Continents is a sword derived from the principles of heaven. It can gather the power of heaven that is free between heaven and earth into one place, thus exerting a powerful sword.
Power.
Such sword power is obviously beyond the scope of the laws of heaven. If outsiders know it, there is no telling what kind of uproar it will cause. Ling Chuxi cannot know that this sword cannot be used easily until the critical moment of life and death.
.
Just as he was about to put the sword back into its sheath, Ling Chuxi suddenly discovered that the sword was covered with cracks.
Ling Chuxi was distressed and stunned at the same time. The power of this sword was even greater than her imagination. Even the Luochen Sword tempered by stardust gold could hardly withstand it.
Fortunately, her Cold Heart Fire has reached the seventh level, so even if there is no higher-level fine gold and mithril, it should not be a problem to repair the Falling Dust Sword.
Ling Chuxi was about to use Han Xinxinhuo to repair the Luochen Sword, but she smiled helplessly. Not only was the Luochen Sword seriously damaged by the sword just now, the vitality in her body was completely drained, and even her consciousness was completely drained.
The strength is almost exhausted.
Ling Chuxi could only put away the Nine Continents Mountains and Rivers Map and wait until she regained her strength before leaving the Tianxumi Space.