Chapter 331
Wind and Thunder 2 Swords Clash with Pure Yang
The moon sets, crows cry, and starlight shines like a dipper.
Zhou Sheng sat cross-legged on the cliff face, his long hair loose and his robes fluttering, staring motionlessly at the Pure Yang Divine Sword floating before him.
The old man of Niushan said that no sword manual can compare to a truly unparalleled sword.
He spent three days and nights trying to comprehend the sword, but gained nothing.
Whoosh!Whoosh!
Suddenly, two whooshing sounds came from the air, and the faint sound of wind and thunder could be heard from the horizon. Then, two sword lights flew in like swimming dragons.
They were two slender, pure white swords, with faint, ice-crystal-like dragon scales appearing on their blades. One sword controlled the gale, while the other crackled with lightning.
hum!
Zhou Sheng's Pure Yang Divine Sword automatically sensed danger, or perhaps felt some kind of provocation, and instantly transformed into a rainbow, heading towards the two flying swords.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of metal clanging was like thunder. The sword was so fast that it was difficult to see even with the naked eye; only sparks flashing in the night sky could be seen.
The Pure Yang Divine Sword was not drawn, yet it fought against two opponents with ease, suppressing the Wind and Thunder Swords throughout and preventing them from getting close to Zhou Sheng.
The two flying swords were also highly intelligent, and seemingly enraged, they unleashed all their sword energy under the control of their master.
In the night sky, the two swords combined and transformed into a white dragon, with lightning rippling on its crystal-clear horns. As the dragon roared, it resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and suddenly a gale howled and dark clouds filled the sky.
Zhou Sheng's gaze sharpened. He let his long hair and robes be swept by the raging wind, but he remained motionless on the cliff. He raised his eyes and calmly watched the thunderclouds filling the sky, then gently raised his sword finger.
"Unsheathed."
With a resounding clang, the sword rang out, powerful and clear, overpowering the rolling thunder.
Immediately afterwards, the night seemed to turn into day.
Its daybreak.
A great sun slowly rose, and within it one could vaguely see the phantom of a three-legged golden crow, radiating countless golden rays and endless light and heat.
The golden crow soars across the sky!
Roar!
With a roar, the white dragon lunged at the golden crow. The golden crow, showing no fear, flapped its wings, unleashing a burst of golden flames, and charged at the white dragon in return.
After nearly a hundred exchanges, the white dragon was finally defeated. Its dragon shadow was burned through by the golden flames and transformed back into two flying swords.
brush!
Two flying swords spun out, piercing through three mountain peaks in succession, and finally embedded themselves deeply in the granite wall.
On the crystal-clear, jade-like sword, there were traces of charred marks.
Those were the marks left by the scorching of the domineering and fierce pure yang fire, silently telling the story of the victory and defeat in the recent battle.
However, these two swords are also extremely magical, as they can absorb the power of the moonlight to slowly heal their "injuries," as if they were dragons breathing in and out.
Clang!
As the golden crow dispersed, the Pure Yang Divine Sword swiftly returned to its sheath, then circled around Zhou Sheng with a hint of pride and swagger, as if anticipating its master's praise.
"You bastard, you don't even know how to go easy on your own people."
Zhou Sheng shook his head and smiled, then lightly flicked his finger on the hilt of his sword.
The Pure Yang Divine Sword turned its back in a very human-like manner, like an angry kitten, and disappeared with a whoosh. However, it did not leave; it remained hidden beside Zhou Sheng as an invisible sword aura, silently protecting him.
Clang!
The Wind and Thunder Swords flew over again, but this time they weren't used for an attack. Instead, they landed on two slender, snow-white hands with long, well-proportioned joints.
Yao Taifeng casually twirled her swords, then sheathed them, a hint of delight in her expression.
"Danshan, the power of these Wind and Thunder Swords is truly formidable! My Yu Ji Twin Swords have been completely transformed!"
Over the past three days, the old man of Niushan has reopened the furnace and used dragon horns and scales as materials to reforge the broken Yu Ji swords, thus creating the Wind and Thunder Swords.
Just as a dragon can summon wind and thunder, these two swords also inherit supernatural powers. The wind sword can drive up the gale, and the thunder sword can summon thunderclouds. Wherever the sword light shines, white dragons dance, and wind and thunder move together.
In the words of the old man of Niushan, these two swords, Wind and Thunder, are top-tier divine weapons even in the world, only slightly inferior to Zhou Sheng's Pure Yang Sword. "Not only the swords, but Hongying, your cultivation is almost catching up with mine."
The sword is a fine sword, but if the sword master's cultivation is insufficient, then the Wind and Thunder Swords could not transform into a white dragon with such power. Even if the Pure Yang Sword is unsheathed, it can last for nearly a hundred moves.
Zhou Sheng looked at Yao Tai Feng at this moment. He saw that her eyes were bright and clear, her skin was clean and flawless, and even every strand of hair was crystal clear, as if bathed in the glow of the sunset.
This is a sign of rapid progress in cultivation.
"Thanks to that Dragon-Tiger Golden Pill, my cultivation has increased by a hundred years!"
Yao Tai Feng looked at Zhou Sheng with tenderness in her eyes: "Dan Shan, you should also take the Golden Elixir soon. I will protect you."
Initially, she planned to leave both Dragon Tiger Golden Pills to Zhou Sheng so that he could increase his magical power.
However, Zhou Sheng saw through her plan and forced her to take the pill first, only stopping after watching her refine the medicinal power.
That's why her cultivation level has increased so much, and she can even fight Zhou Sheng to a standstill.
In terms of magical power alone, she is now no less powerful than Zheng Chenghuang. With the added power of the Wind and Thunder Swords, she is a force to be reckoned with in the divine realm.
Zhou Sheng nodded, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.
This Seven-Turn Dragon-Tiger Golden Elixir can enhance one's cultivation by a full hundred years. I wonder if he can break through to the sixth level after his cultivation level skyrockets.
Zhou Sheng took the golden pill from the immortal stone and swallowed it without hesitation.
As soon as he swallowed the golden pill, he seemed to hear the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers. A warm current flowed down his chest, like the sun setting in the west and falling into the sea of his dantian.
Yao Tai Feng could clearly see a dazzling golden light descending down Zhou Sheng's throat, slowly turning his skin golden.
The moment the golden elixir plunged into that golden ocean, Zhou Sheng heard a thunderous roar, and golden rain instantly poured down, growing heavier and more torrential.
In the end, the entire dantian world was almost submerged by the torrential rain. The ocean expanded again, stirring up waves and even making Zhou Sheng feel a slight swelling in his dantian.
That's because the magical power increased too much and too quickly, to the point that the physical body couldn't withstand it.
Fortunately, he had cultivated both the Zombie Technique and the Medicine Buddha's Golden Body, making his meridians as tough as steel and his acupoints far deeper and wider than those of ordinary people, which enabled him to persevere.
The snoring began softly, containing a strange rhythm and cadence.
Zhou Sheng bent over with his elbows crossed, his spine like a swimming dragon, three feet off the ground, seemingly lying down but not quite, his breathing like a blue dragon inhaling and exhaling, hidden among the sea of clouds.
This is a manifestation of having reached an extremely high level of mastery in sleeping meditation.
Gradually, he fell into a profound state of complete absorption in nature and harmony with the universe, forgetting that he was cultivating and relying entirely on his body's instincts.
He had a magical dream.
In his dream, he saw a staircase leading straight into the clouds, its top invisible.
He continued to climb the stairs, and with each step he took, he felt his body become lighter, as if he were ascending to heaven.
Could this staircase be the path to immortality?
He walked upwards without stopping, and after stepping over 129,600 steps, the road ahead came to an abrupt end, with a vast sea of clouds in the distance.
The path to immortality is severed.
A voice rang in his ears, saying that the path to immortality was cut off, so why not return and become a carefree hermit in the mortal world?
Another voice says, keep going, even if you fall into an abyss and are smashed to pieces.
I'd rather die than not become an immortal! (End of Chapter)