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Chapter 807: The Shocking Thunder Amidst the Roaring Waves
Chapter 807: The Shocking Thunder Amidst the Roaring Waves
"Demons and ghosts, no longer human, lack the thoughts and desires we have. Cultivating to a higher realm primarily depends on one's perseverance. Without self-discipline, all efforts in cultivation are in vain."
Many seniors, upon realizing their impending transformation into demons or ghosts, chose to end their own lives, allowing themselves a self-chosen conclusion. This path was the fate of many fighters.
However, some were unwilling to accept this fate and chose to bind themselves to this gap, protecting their descendants and hoping for a future solution.
Feng He Shou said, "This is also a trial, an extremely long tempering process. If one can maintain their true form and intention, they might endure for several decades or even a century. But if they can't resist, they will lose both body and mind, seeking liberation but never finding it, and eventually succumbing to the world of demons and ghosts."
This senior couldn't maintain his true form and ended up in a place he shouldn't have gone.
"When we first entered the path, we were brave and diligent, forging ahead without hesitation. But when we reached the depths of cultivation, we became cautious, filled with reverence, and unable to act recklessly."
He looked around, "This place will also be my destiny. I chose the human form, so I might be able to preserve my true self longer than those seniors."
After speaking, he walked forward and soon disappeared into the radiant light.
Chen Chuan glanced around and followed him into the light. When he emerged, he noticed that the radiance had weakened slightly, possibly due to the numerous algae-like plants in the area that seemed to absorb the omnipresent light.
But the most crucial aspect was not this. Chen Chuan found himself in a spacious arena on a high plateau. Below the plateau were various uniquely shaped shadows, blocking the light from afar, and there seemed to be over a dozen of them.
Feng He Shou gazed ahead and said, "In the past six hundred years, besides the Zen Saber Master, the 9th, 12th, and 15th generation Pavilion Masters, and other various Pavilion Masters and seniors who reached the Swordmaster realm, all chose to self-annihilate here."
Chen Chuan looked out, and the shadow before him was enormous and close to the high platform. To see its entirety, one had to look up.
Only a few retained the outline of a human form, while the rest had bizarre shapes resembling the demons and monsters of legends.
Chen Chuan asked, "Then where did those few go?"
Feng He Shou replied, "The Zen Saber Master might have ventured deep into the opposite world. I don't know his current situation, but the other Pavilion Masters didn't want to end their own lives. One stood guard at the rift entrance, while the others chose to follow the Zen Saber Master's path, but they never returned, and I don't wish for them to come back."
Chen Chuan observed the light emanating from the shadows and agreed with Feng He Shou's words. Could they really find a way in the opposite world? If they couldn't, it would be better than returning, for their return would be truly terrifying.
Feng He Shou turned around and said, "Chen Chuan, today we shall battle here. Although it's just a friendly spar, I won't hold back." As he spoke, his expression turned solemn. He drew his long saber from its sheath, then placed it at his waist and bowed to Chen Chuan, saying, "Wave Surge Pavilion, Feng He Shou."
Chen Chuan also drew his saber, but instead of holding the Snow Queen Saber, he thrust it into the ground and raised his hand in a fist, saying, "Pure Sect, Chen Chuan." Since it was a martial arts spar, he stood there as a fighter today.
Feng He Shou straightened up, and his body first flickered with a faint light, then was enveloped by deep blue, wave-like radiance. Under this light, his entire person seemed to blur, and a faint thunder rumbled on the blade. He spoke, "The cold light serves life and death, the saber's intent is in the moment."
As he spoke, he suddenly bent his body, and as his sleeves fluttered outward, he slashed with his saber in mid-air. But a flash of light appeared on the blade, and a spiritual flame condensed into a beam of light that instantly crossed the distance of several meters, flying towards Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan stared at the beam of light, with no intention of dodging. He directly extended his hand and clapped, the highly concentrated spiritual flame on his palm directly dispersing it.
A booming sound echoed through the air, created by the movement of his arm.
In theory, dispersing the spiritual light slashed by the saber required an incredibly fast reaction speed and several times the force, as it borrowed a portion of the saber's anomaly organization and was highly concentrated.
Tactically, this was a disadvantage. However, this incredibly forceful defense made the opponent's choices more cautious, even forcing them to abandon their original attack strategy to some extent.
On the other hand, Chen Chuan's direct frontal attack weakened the enemy's momentum. His aura soared, and white steam-like aura light rose and swayed from his body.
Feng He Shou's expression turned solemn. His previous slash was incredibly fast, requiring exceptional reaction speed, speed, and solid foundation to disregard consumption, just as he had thought before. This was an opponent worthy of his full attention, and the key to victory lay not in speed but in patience and stability.
He needed to find the right entry point.
So...
Although he was deep in thought, his hand movements didn't stop. He switched from holding the saber with one hand to both hands, raising it to eyebrow level, the tip pointing forward. At the same time, he shifted his weight to one side and stood in the Wave Surge Pavilion's "Tide Breaker Stance."
As Chen Chuan searched for an opportunity to strike, his gaze suddenly shifted, and he quickly retreated. Before him, Chen Chuan, who had been standing there, suddenly lunged forward.
A loud explosion reverberated, and the ground in front of them suddenly erupted, causing a large crater with a slight incline.
As the dust settled, Chen Chuan stood there, his fist shimmering with platinum aura smoke. He glanced at Feng He Shou, who stood firmly with his blade. If it had been Long Xiang or Wei Guozhen standing in front of him, this attack would have been nearly impossible to evade. But Feng He Shou had managed to avoid it.
It wasn't that Feng He Shou's speed was particularly fast, but rather, he seemed to possess a mental ability to foresee danger, allowing him to take evasive action in advance.
If it had been just that, Chen Chuan could have adjusted accordingly and taken only a couple of steps back before catching up. However, Feng He Shou had remained still, so Chen Chuan unleashed his attack without reservation, likely utilizing a mental technique.
After retreating to a safe distance, Feng He Shou brandished his blade, causing a large cloud of aura mist to surge outward, concealing his body within it.
Chen Chuan stood still, and the aura mist collided with his biodynamic field, unable to penetrate further. It dispersed to both sides and above, leaving only faint traces of impact at the field's edge.
Chen Chuan's gaze fixed on the aura mist, recognizing the opponent's skill. With a single swing of his blade, Feng He Shou had severed his mental perception, allowing him to coordinate with these mists. Otherwise, releasing them would have been ineffective.
Suddenly, the aura mist seemed to be propelled by an intense force, surging rapidly. In an instant, a vaguely ethereal silhouette appeared above, and it was none other than Feng He Shou.
At that moment, Feng He Shou appeared as colossal as the silhouettes behind him, and the massive Thunder Hearing Blade in his hand slashed downward toward Chen Chuan.
Although they were separated by several dozen meters, as the blade descended, it reached Chen Chuan's front, and it didn't seem like an illusion. The powerful wind pressure stirred up a cloud of ashy dust, and the torn air became scorching hot.
Chen Chuan's eyes deepened, gazing at the descending giant blade. Instead of dodging, he knew that as a Swordmaster, Feng He Shou's blade techniques would be exceptionally refined. Retreating now would only result in passivity and give the opponent an opportunity.
Chen Chuan stood with his feet apart, lowering his center of gravity. White vapor rose from his body, and fiery radiance ignited. He stared at the descending giant blade, crossed his arms, and lifted them upward to parry the attack.
As the blade descended, a loud boom shook the entire platform, and a massive cloud of dust billowed. Compared to the enormous blade shadow, Chen Chuan seemed minuscule yet stood firmly in place.
As Chen Chuan had anticipated, the blade's sudden enlargement didn't affect the fundamental contest of spiritual flames. The spiritual light carried by the blade didn't increase but remained the same.
Now, as the blade and Chen Chuan's aura made contact, they began to dissolve and crumble, sparking scattered embers. However, due to their differing foundations, the blade's fiery aura vanished first.
Chen Chuan's eyes flashed, and his fist, enveloped in platinum aura light, struck the ethereal blade silhouette, sending it vibrating upward.
After this strike, Chen Chuan propelled himself forward like a cannonball. As the spiritual flame wrapped around his body collided with the giant silhouette, it shattered in an instant.
Without pausing, Chen Chuan's flying figure continued forward, and his clenched fist smashed into Feng He Shou.
Feng He Shou's expression shifted, and he swiftly blocked the attack with his blade. Despite his height of four meters, more than double Chen Chuan's, the force transmitted through the punch was too much for him to handle. He staggered backward involuntarily, maintaining his stance, but the blue flame on his blade flickered violently.
Chen Chuan's feet stomped, and he leaned forward, delivering another punch. A loud bang echoed as the attack was blocked by the blade once more. With each collision, the blue flame weakened, but Chen Chuan persisted, relentlessly pounding the blade.
Under the relentless barrage, the blue flame finally extinguished, and Chen Chuan's next punch landed on the blade, pushing it into Feng He Shou's chest. The subsequent force penetrated his body, and in the next moment, a massive boom reverberated as Feng He Shou's body tumbled off the platform!
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(End of Chapter)
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