Shengui Changsheng: Start from Zhenwuwei and add some points to cultivate immortality

Fu Shaoping's swordplay instantly changed, his figure becoming elusive and unpredictable, like clouds and mist. The azure-gold sword light transformed into layers of mist, not directly clashing, but rather entangling, deflecting, and guiding the force. The golden giant sword phantom slashed into the mist, its power being broken down layer by layer, its speed drastically reduced. Fu Shaoping flicked his wrist, the tip of his sword slicing along the side of the giant sword phantom, producing a series of ear-piercing sounds of impact, sparks flying everywhere.

He felt a violent tremor in his arm, his blood surging, but he managed to neutralize most of its power. The sword puppet missed its attack, the crimson flames in its eye sockets intensified, and it wielded its golden greatsword, its attacks like a storm, each strike containing the terrifying power and pure sword intent of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator.

Fu Shaoping unleashed the "Myriad Flowing Clouds" technique to its fullest extent, weaving through the dense sword shadows like a small boat in a raging storm. Seemingly perilous, he always managed to evade fatal attacks at the last second, defusing the aftershocks with exquisite swordplay. He was adapting, searching for the sword puppet's attack rhythm and weaknesses. At the same time, he diverted a portion of his attention to the crimson ancient sword "Flowing Fire" embedded in the rock; the core disciple token at his waist emitted a continuous warmth towards the ancient sword.

On the other side, the battle between Ling Juexiao and the two sword puppets was even more earth-shattering. The white Sky-Splitting Sword Qi clashed repeatedly with the attacks of the golden sword puppets, unleashing deafening roars and scattering sword energy in all directions, forcing back the surrounding golden mist. Ling Juexiao's swordsmanship was domineering and unparalleled, subtly suppressing the two sword puppets, but winning in a short time would be by no means easy.

Time passed slowly, and Fu Shaoping's true energy was rapidly depleted. Had it not been for his solid foundation and the reconstruction of his meridians, he would have been exhausted long ago. The sword puppet was tireless, its attacks growing stronger with each wave. After another direct clash, Fu Shaoping was sent flying backward, a sweet taste rising in his throat, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Can't drag it any longer!
His eyes sharpened, and the sharp sword intent he had obtained from Shen Qingshan was fully activated, frantically merging with his own true energy and the Sunset Sword Intent.

The first rays of dawn! Countless clouds drift by! They merge!

The rosy clouds break!
The cyan-gold sword light surged once more, but this time, it carried an unwavering, all-consuming determination! The sword light was no longer a simple fusion, but a qualitative change, like the first ray of light tearing through the night before the darkest hour, its power more than twice that of the battle against Blood Butcher!
"boom!"

The sword light collided fiercely with the golden giant sword phantom of the sword puppet, erupting in a blinding light. The golden giant sword phantom trembled violently, actually being shattered by more than half of itself by this single strike! The sword puppet's figure froze, and the crimson flames in its eye sockets dimmed slightly.

It's now!

Fu Shaoping mustered his inner energy, and the illusion of the blood-red setting sun in his mind suddenly became clear!

The setting sun is blood-red!

Without the slightest hesitation, he unleashed his trump card! The longsword was swung out, without any earth-shattering force, only a desolate, lonely, blood-red sword light containing the meaning of ending and reincarnation, like the last rays of the setting sun dyeing the sky red, silently grazing across the sword puppet's neck.

Time seemed to freeze.

The sword puppet's swinging motion abruptly stopped. The crimson flames in its eye sockets flickered violently a few times before extinguishing completely. A thin red line appeared on its pale golden neck.

"Click..."

A faint cracking sound rang out, and the sword puppet's head separated from its body, crashing to the ground and turning into a pile of lifeless broken bones.

One sword strike, and the Foundation Establishment Sword Puppet is slain!

Fu Shaoping's face was deathly pale, his body swayed precariously, his dantian almost empty, and a wave of weakness washed over him. The price of using "Bloody Sunset" was immense, nearly draining him of everything. Yet, he stood there, sword in hand, his eyes still sharp.

The commotion here also alerted the battle on the other side. Ling Juexiao noticed that one of the sword puppets had been destroyed, and the pressure on him suddenly decreased. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he let out a long roar. The power of the Sky-Splitting Sword Qi increased by three points, forcing the remaining two sword puppets to retreat repeatedly.

Fu Shaoping quickly swallowed several pills to restore his true energy, and his gaze immediately fell on the crimson ancient sword "Flowing Fire". He forced his exhausted body to walk step by step toward the golden rock.

The closer one gets, the more one can feel the scorching heat and sharp sword intent emanating from the "Flowing Fire" sword. This sword intent is intense and explosive, unlike the vitality of "morning glow," the ever-changing "flowing clouds," and the desolation of "setting sun" in the Sunset Sword Intent. It leans more towards pure destruction and burning.

The moment he reached out and grasped the sword hilt, a torrent of scorching heat surged through his arm and into his body! At the same time, a violent and intense force attempted to assault his mind!

"Hmph!" Fu Shaoping grunted, already prepared. He activated the Heart Sword Technique, his mind focused, and the Sunset Sword Intent protected his body on its own. In particular, the "setting sun" intent, carrying the meaning of enduring annihilation, steadily suppressed the violent mental attack.

The core disciple token at his waist emitted a gentle blue light, seemingly serving a calming and guiding purpose. The scorching torrent surging into his body was slowly guided and absorbed by his resilient meridians and pure Yi Wood Qi. Although the process was painful, it did not cause any substantial harm.

A moment later, the tremors of the "Flowing Fire" ancient sword subsided, and the violent intent was subdued and integrated by Fu Shaoping's sword heart. The crimson light on the sword body became more subdued and gentle.

Fu Shaoping could feel a faint connection established between himself and this ancient sword. It was not the inherited sword of the Luoxia lineage, but the "Flowing Fire" sword intent it contained could serve as a supplement and reference for his swordsmanship. In particular, the resolute determination to burn everything was somewhat similar to "The Setting Sun Like Blood".

He forcefully pulled "Flowing Fire" from the rock, a flash of crimson sword light, and a powerful spiritual pressure emanated from it. This sword was at least a Di Sha level weapon!

Just then, Ling Juexiao finally used his formidable strength to slay the last two sword puppets. He sheathed his sword and stood there, his breathing somewhat disordered, clearly having expended considerable energy. His gaze fell on the "Flowing Fire" ancient sword in Fu Shaoping's hand, his eyes filled with complex emotions—admiration, and a hint of barely perceptible regret—but no greed or killing intent.

"A fine sword," Ling Juexiao said calmly, "and worthy of your sword."

He was referring to Fu Shaoping's final, stunning scene of "the setting sun like blood."

Fu Shaoping put away "Flowing Fire" and bowed to Ling Juexiao, saying, "Thank you for your help, Brother Ling."

If Ling Juexiao hadn't been holding back the two sword puppets, he would have had no chance of defeating one alone, let alone seizing the ancient sword. Ling Juexiao waved his hand: "It's just a matter of each getting what they need. Your sword has shown me a different path. I look forward to our next encounter, where we can fight with all our might." After saying that, he didn't linger. He transformed into a beam of sword light and sped straight into the depths of the valley, where there seemed to be other sword intents attracting him.

Looking in the direction Ling Juexiao had left, Fu Shaoping understood that a sword genius like Ling Juexiao had his own pride and pursuits. Although a powerful Earthly Fiend Sword was good, it might not be as important as sparring and testing against a worthy opponent.

He sat down cross-legged, seizing the time to recover his true energy and mental focus. Although the trip to the valley was dangerous, the gains were immense. Not only did he obtain a powerful earth-fiend sword called "Flowing Fire," but he also honed his sword intent and stabilized his cultivation through indirect confrontations with the sword puppet and Ling Juexiao. The bottleneck of the eighth level of Qi Refining had loosened, and a breakthrough was imminent.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was sharp and his aura more refined than before. He stood up, feeling the surging power within his body and the faint resonance emanating from the ancient sword "Flowing Fire," and cast his gaze towards the deeper and more distant parts of the secret realm.

His journey through the secret realm has only just begun. More opportunities and challenges await his sword ahead.

After Fu Shaoping finished his meditation, although he hadn't fully recovered to his peak, his true energy had been restored to 70%, and his mental exhaustion had also been alleviated. He didn't rush to go deeper, but instead carefully explored the area guarded by the sword puppet. Besides the ancient sword "Flowing Fire," there were also some broken magic artifact fragments that had long lost their spiritual light scattered near the golden rocks, as well as several pieces of ore containing pure metal elemental power, all of which were extraordinary. He collected them one by one.

“The sword intent here has lingered for years, and has even condensed into golden sword mist and guardian sword puppets. This is no ordinary place,” Fu Shaoping mused. He tried to communicate with the newly acquired “Flowing Fire” ancient sword with his divine sense. The sword trembled slightly, transmitting a vague fragment of intent—scorching heat, conquest, and… an unwilling obsession, pointing to a certain direction deeper into the secret realm.

Combined with the persistent, faint resonance of the core disciple token at his waist, Fu Shaoping found his direction. He didn't linger, choosing a different path from Ling Juexiao's departure, transforming into a golden rainbow, and continuing his journey deeper into the secret realm.

Along the way, the scenery grew increasingly desolate and ruined. Huge, bottomless sword marks remained, their lingering sword intent still sharp, requiring careful avoidance. He encountered other cultivators, some fighting to the death for a rare spiritual herb, others struggling through broken formations. Fu Shaoping mostly concealed his aura, bypassing them, unwilling to linger. His goal was clear: the source that resonated with his sword intent and the token.

Several days later, he traversed a dangerous area riddled with spatial rifts, and suddenly the view opened up before him.

It was a vast basin, and in the center of the basin, instead of the palaces and pavilions one might imagine, stood a towering monument! The monument was dark gold in color, soaring into the dusky sky, and covered with countless crisscrossing sword marks. Each sword mark retained a different sword intent, some might be majestic, some sharp, some gentle, some mysterious... as if it had gathered all the sword arts here!

Beneath the colossal monument, dozens of cultivators from various factions had gathered. Among them were Ling Juexiao of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Holy Maiden of the Southern Frontier, barbarian warriors from the Northern Region, and ascetic monks from the Western Desert. Several disciples from the Azure Profound Sect had also arrived and were joining Elder Li. All of them stared intently at the giant monument bearing the sword mark, their expressions solemn and focused.

Fu Shaoping's arrival did not cause much of a stir, but many eyes still lingered on him for a moment, especially on the crimson "Flowing Fire" ancient sword hanging at his waist, which attracted attention.

"Junior Brother Fu, over here!" a familiar core disciple of the Qingxuan Sect called out.

Fu Shaoping strode over and met up with Elder Li and his fellow disciples.

"Elder Li," Fu Shaoping greeted.

Elder Li looked at him, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes: "It seems you have gained a lot on this trip. This place is the 'Ten Thousand Swords Stele,' one of the core areas of the secret realm. According to scattered records in the sect's ancient books, this stele contains the inheritance of ancient swordsmanship. If you can comprehend it, you will benefit immensely. However, the process of comprehension is dangerous, and your mind is easily injured by the chaotic sword intent remaining in the stele. You must proceed according to your ability."

Fu Shaoping nodded, his gaze already drawn to the Myriad Swords Monument. The closer he got, the more he could feel the vast, chaotic ocean of sword intent, yet one that subtly contained some supreme law. The core disciple token at his waist had become scorching hot, resonating strongly with the giant monument! And the Sunset Sword Intent within his body flowed autonomously, subtly echoing several sword marks on the monument that contained the meanings of "rosy clouds," "flowing clouds," and "annihilation."

"It's starting!" someone whispered.

The countless sword marks on the Myriad Swords Monument seemed to come alive, flowing, combining, and evolving. Illusory sword shadows emerged from the monument, intertwining and colliding in the air, demonstrating different profound principles of swordsmanship. At the same time, a vast and invisible will descended, oppressing the minds of all the cultivators present.

Immediately, some cultivators sat down cross-legged, attempting to communicate with the giant stele using their divine sense to comprehend the sword intent within. However, after only a moment, someone screamed in agony, spitting out blood, clearly suffering a mental injury and forced to withdraw.

Ling Juexiao snorted coldly, and the Heaven-Splitting Sword Intent around him soared into the sky, piercing into the sea of ​​sword intent like a sharp sword. He directly locked onto the most fierce and domineering sword mark phantom and began to comprehend it.

The Holy Maiden of the Southern Frontier was enveloped in swirling, colorful miasma that transformed into countless tiny, illusory Gu worms, attempting to devour and analyze some strange sword intent. Meanwhile, the barbarian warrior of the Northern Region roared, his blood and qi billowing like pillars, forcefully confronting a sword intent as heavy as a mountain.

Each employed their own methods and sought their own opportunities.

Fu Shaoping took a deep breath, no longer hesitating, and found an open space to sit cross-legged. He did not lock onto the target as domineeringly as Ling Juexiao, but first activated the Heart Sword Technique to protect his mental clarity, and then slowly released his own Sunset Sword Intent, like a stream flowing into the sea, carefully contacting the sea of ​​sword intent of the Myriad Swords Monument.

In an instant, countless chaotic sword intents flooded into his mind! There were battlefield sword intents of decisive killing, wandering sword intents of carefree wandering, benevolent sword intents of protecting one's territory, and sinister and treacherous demonic sword intents... impacting his mind and testing his sword heart.

Fu Shaoping remained steadfast in his principles, using the Sunset Sword Intent as his foundation, standing firm like a pillar amidst the torrent of sword intent. His consciousness, guided by his own sword intent, gradually approached the sword marks on the monument that resonated with the Sunset Sword Intent.

One of the dishes, with its warm golden hue, like the breaking of dawn, embodies endless vitality and hope, echoing the sentiment of "rising dawn," but with a deeper and more profound meaning.

The other one, ethereal as smoke, ever-changing, seemingly possessing countless forms, is the ultimate embodiment of "countless flowing clouds."

Deep within, a dark red sword mark emanated a chilling aura of annihilation and reincarnation, more complete and ancient than the "Blood-Red Setting Sun" technique that Fu Shaoping had comprehended on his own! (End of Chapter)