C577 Comprehension
C577 Comprehension
Chen Yu seemed to have forgotten all the enmity and hatred in his surroundings as he suddenly appeared within the Sea Consciousness Space. It was as if he was not being watched by tens of thousands of people at all.
Within the Sea Consciousness Space, starlight continued to gather in the air along with the descent of the three Star Souls, transforming into streaks of saber light. The saber light continued to grow and then disappear continuously, and in an instant, countless blade lights flashed and vanished, appearing one after another.
All sorts of insights had appeared in Chen Yu's mind.
It had been five to six years since Chen Yu started practicing this technique. He could not remember how many times he had practiced this technique and how many times he had fought against enemies with this technique. What he did not expect was that all of these things had left traces in his sea of consciousness, and were then transformed into comprehension.
Saber life and death, endless and infinite. However, at a certain moment, all the saber lights vanished, and the starlight in the sky converged into nine trails.
The nine trails turned into nine bolts of lightning in an instant.
The nine bolts of lightning, like nine young dragons, hung horizontally within the Sea Consciousness Space, shaking Chen Yu's soul, allowing him to understand the nature of the nine types of blade techniques.
Then, Chen Yu's nine blade lights flew through the air, leaving behind trails as they changed and converged into one.
His understanding towards the Nine Thunder Prison Breaking Blade had all fused into one, becoming this lightning dragon in the void of Sea Consciousness Space. Its aura was majestic and vast and powerful.
At this moment, in Chen Yu's Sea of Consciousness, the starlight circulated and dragon forms appeared one after another. They were either peeping, roaming, hiding, or soaring. These were the forms of dragons that Chen Yu had seen on the Nine Mountains Dragon Sealing Pillar.
Chen Yu suddenly opened his eyes as a hint of understanding flashed across his eyes.
"So that's how it is!" Chen Yu felt like an outsider, and experienced the changes in his own consciousness from beginning to end, and muttered: "So this is how Sea Consciousness Space is used!"
"Are you done?" An impatient voice entered his ears. Chen Yu raised his head and looked over, only to see the Yang Opening Pavilion disciple that jumped up onto the stage walking back and forth, gritting his teeth.
Below the arena, all sorts of discussions were taking place.
"You dare say you can flatten our Yang Opening Pavilion, then you shouldn't give the fellow with Ruling Spirit Sect time to rest!"
"What a annoying wait. Pavilion Master is one too. What's the point of talking so much with a braggart?" In my opinion, it's fine to just kill this Ruling Spirit Sect fellow, since he's looking for his own path to death anyway. But don't tell me that the Ruling Spirit Sect is actually looking for trouble with us? "
"That makes sense. But if they really ganged up and beat him up, then wouldn't that be overestimating this fellow's Ruling Spirit Sect? If word of this gets out, how will our Yang Opening Pavilion face remain? "
"Do you have any face now? If this Chen surnamed person were to defeat us, we will still lose face! "
"…"
Chen Yu stood up and said lightly, "It's done!"
"Open Sun Ranking # 39, Zhang Xiwen, I will defeat you in a moment!"
Chen Yu nodded and said expressionlessly, "One strike!"
"What did you say?" Zhang Xiwen flew into a rage, leapt up with his sword, and stabbed forward.
The sword spirit flashed and its sword intent covered the sky like lightning. It instantly disappeared, unable to be captured.
The sword aura was strangely fast. Once the sword intent appeared, it fused with the sword, and the sword aura tore through the night like lightning. It was incomparably sharp, and even the sword aura was condensed into a thin line under the control of the sword intent.
Chen Yu's eyes were flashing with blood-red light as he caught the momentum of Zhang Xiwen's sword with his bare hands. Facing this attack, he swung his sword.
Angry Front Sword like a dragon, a black Broken Sword appeared in Chen Yu's hand.
At the same time, a lightning dragon flashed in Chen Yu's Sea of Consciousness.
Tink
As the two swords clashed, three cries of Dragon Roaring Sound sounded out from Chen Yu's body, all of his power exploding forth like a thunderstorm.
Inside his Sea of Consciousness, the Thunder Dragon suddenly flew up and jumped out of his Sea of Consciousness, turning into a formless sword intent which then interweaved with the sword energy.
Chen Yu felt as if the vital energy and blood in his body were on fire. All of the Spiritual Dipper fused together into this sword.
The sword aura shattered like a vast waterfall. The black Broken Sword sword image rolled on the ground and swallowed a sword spirit that was like lightning.
In the next moment, the shattered sword aura turned into a storm and blasted away. A human figure flew out and fresh blood splattered into the sky.
While Chen Yu and Zhang Xiwen were fighting, all sorts of insults and discussions could be heard from below the stage. The moment when the two sides had decided on a victor, a shout of surprise rang out.
The figure that was sent flying fell to the stage, half kneeling on the ground, blood spewing out of his wound, his chest was penetrated, a sword wound appeared, it looked like it was going to destroy his chest, who else could it be?
Zhang Xi Wen raised his head and looked at Chen Yu. Then, he fell to the ground.
Several Yang Opening Pavilion disciples immediately jumped up onto the stage and brought Zhang Xi Wen down from the stage.
"Ahhh, he lost again, it was just one move?"
"How could this be? Those with the surname Chen are clearly only at the third level of Spirit Accumulation Stage, why can't they be his match?"
"This is simply a crushing defeat. Pavilion Master still hasn't sent his senior brother from the top ten to attack?"
"…"
The aftermath dispersed and Chen Yu stood on the stage. There was only a single sword mark left on his body by Zhang Xiwen's sword intent. Although this sword intent had broken through his spirit armor, it did not cause any more harm.
Chen Yu did not pay attention to this trivial injury on his body. The blood flame in his eyes flickered and burned with fighting spirit. He was full of expectation, causing the blood fire in his eyes to burn.
That sword attack was exactly the one Chen Yu had just comprehended, the one that combined the nine moves of the Nine Thunder Prison Breaking Blade Technique into one. Although it was only in its elementary form, it was so powerful that Chen Yu had never expected it to be.
In addition, this blade technique had also fused the true meaning of the many True Dragon forms on the Nine Mountains Dragon Sealing Pillar, causing this art's true meaning to change countless of times.
The many martial arts and abilities that Chen Yu had inherited and learned, as well as his experience from countless battles, were all reflected in this technique. This caused the joy and anticipation in his heart to grow to the extreme.
Back when he was sealing the mountain, Chen Yu had thought about how to simplify and integrate the Nine Thunder Prison Breaking Blade's Nine Style Saber Technique, but it was to no avail. He never would have thought that on this Yang Opening Pavilion stage, he would suddenly comprehend, and with the help of the Sea Consciousness Space's miraculous usage, he was able to do it.
Below the stage, the man in white beside Lin Ya narrowed his eyes.
Lin Ya's eyebrows twitched, and his calm face revealed a look of shock. He said: "Junior Martial Brother Han, has the strength of Ruling Spirit Sect, Chen Yu, increased explosively by a chunk?"
The man in white said, "Even though it's hard to believe, I can't deny it!"
"Why is it like this?" Lin Ya frowned, "He probably didn't hide his strength before!"
The white clothed man was silent for a moment before he said, "It might be an epiphany!"
"Sudden insight?" Lin Ya suddenly turned pale.
A sudden insight was something that could only be encountered by chance and not sought. To a martial artist, it was a very common thing to encounter a bottleneck. The existence of bottlenecks made it difficult for many martial artists to break through in their entire lifetime. Moreover, almost every martial artist would more or less encounter bottlenecks in their life.
But correspondingly, when a martial artist had a bottleneck, they would experience sudden enlightenment. This was a very strange matter. Some martial artists would be stuck at this bottleneck for three to five years, or even dozens of years, but they would inadvertently break through their bottleneck and shackles through sudden enlightenment.
There were also some practitioners who had spent their entire life without having a moment of enlightenment.
The reason why Lin Ya had lost color was also because of this. Previously, he could ignore Chen Yu's continuous defeat of his Yang Opening Pavilion disciples, but Chen Yu's sudden enlightenment after a few minutes of sitting cross-legged under the stage which was the focus of tens of thousands of gazes was a bit too scary!
Sudden comprehension was only related to a cultivator's comprehension and experience. It was a representation of a cultivator's natural talent. Under the hostile gaze of everyone, Chen Yu was enlightened. Just how terrifying was his talent?
Originally, Lin Ya wanted to borrow Chen Yu's hands to spur the Yang Opening Pavilion disciples on, but now he suddenly felt that it was Chen Yu borrowing the Yang Opening Pavilion from the disciples to improve himself, making it more likely for him to grow.
Another warrior impatiently jumped onto the arena.
In the pavilion, Tu Jin's face was as calm as water. No one could tell whether he was happy or angry, but there was a trace of surprise in the depths of his eyes.
There was no reason for an old cunning fox like Tu Jin to not be able to see what a Yang Opening Pavilion disciple was able to see.
"Divine abilities in the Dao of the Sword, the highest level of comprehension!" The wretched man said: "This child's comprehension ability, among the younger generation of Sword Sect, can only be compared with three to five people!"
"We can't let this kid live!" The cold and gloomy man's words carried a chill, and he said: "Even if Ruling Spirit Sect personally comes here to seek revenge, we cannot let the tiger return to the mountain!"
On the stage, Chen Yu jumped up and slashed down.
It was still using the sword as the blade, and was still a sword that had merged with the Nine Thunder Prison Breaking Blade Style Nine Blade Style Saber Style.
The sword spirit that had just come on stage soared. It was vast and powerful, but it was still unable to block Chen Yu's sword attack. It even sent Chen Yu and his sword flying out of the stage.
Another fragile defeat occurred, and the Yang Opening Pavilion training ground became deathly silent.
The Yang Opening Pavilion disciples who had been cursing and discussing had already lost interest, and were no longer willing to talk about Chen Yu's performance. Because, this was simply too much of a blow to their morale, making them too depressed.
If Chen Yu was at the level of Ninth Layer of the Spirit Accumulation Stage, these Yang Opening Pavilion disciples would still feel a little better, but Chen Yu only had the strength of the third level of Spirit Accumulation Stage.
Another person leapt onto the arena. It was a petite woman. Her name was Liu Xiazhu, and she was ranked thirty-first on the Mizar List.
Liu Xiaochu made her move. The sword images were like a hundred flowers blooming in full bloom. They were dazzling and dazzling. The sword spirits were colorful and luxuriant. They were indeed a type of magnificent sword spirit.
A ray of sword aura soared from Chen Yu's hand like a lightning dragon, breaking through the illusions and sending Liu Xiaochu's long sword flying. The sword's blade was retracted and the Angry Front Sword slammed horizontally, easily sending Liu Zhu flying off the arena.
It was still a sword!
There was an increasing silence below the arena, and only a few voices of discussion could be heard.
Chen Yu held onto his sword, and looked around at the entire Yang Opening Pavilion Training Field, a lot of understanding surging in his heart.
At this moment, a figure stepped onto the arena as if he was walking on flat ground.
"Pavilion Master!"
"Pavilion Master is about to make his move?"
"Finally, Pavilion Master can't take it anymore!"
"…"
Chen Yu's pupils shrank. Looking at the person who came, he felt shocked and surprised at the same time.