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

As soon as the words fell, countless sword cultivators who had been waiting for a long time, like a swarm of locusts crossing a river, transformed into streaks of sword light and escape light of various colors, rushing towards the towering sword ladder to heaven!
"Let's go too," Shen Qingshan said calmly.

The ten members of the Qingxuan Sect simultaneously transformed into streams of light and merged into the surging crowd.

The moment Fu Shaoping stepped onto the first step of the sword ladder, he felt an immense pressure descend upon him, as if countless invisible swords were piercing his acupoints, testing the strength of his protective sword energy and physical body. At the same time, a chaotic sword intent attempted to invade his consciousness and disturb his mind.

This level of intensity was like a gentle breeze to him. He walked with ease, his Chaotic Sword Domain flowing naturally, dissolving and absorbing all external pressure and sword intent attacks, maintaining his speed without diminishing, as if strolling leisurely upwards.

He scanned his surroundings. Most cultivators were already struggling within the first few hundred levels, their speed plummeting, and some were even pale and swaying from the impact of the sword intent. Only those geniuses from various sects with exceptionally powerful auras could maintain their rapid ascent like him.

Ling Juexiao of the Heavenly Sword Sect was enveloped in a pure sword aura, resembling a human-shaped sword. Wherever he passed, the sword intent on the steps would give way. He was the fastest, leaving everyone else in the dust.

Xiao Lie of the Li Huo Sword Sect was like a moving furnace, his scorching Li Huo sword intent domineeringly burning away the obstacles in his path, roaring with each step, relentlessly pursuing the enemy.

The Xuanbing Pavilion's frost-free movement was elusive; wherever it passed, the sword ladder condensed into a faint frost, freezing and slowing down the invading sword intent, and its speed was extremely fast.

Huiming of Jingang Temple walks with lotus blossoms at every step, protected by the Buddha's light. No matter how many sword intents you unleash upon me, I remain unmoved, my speed steady and resolute.

The rogue cultivator, Wuhen, moved almost like a shadow, weaving through the dense crowd and gaps in the sword intent with unpredictable speed, which was no slower than the others in front of him.

Fu Shaoping took all of this in and understood. He didn't rush to accelerate and overtake, but maintained a steady speed, carefully comprehending the myriad sword intents flowing on the Heavenly Sword Ladder. Although these sword intents were chaotic, they each had their unique aspects, which would also benefit him in perfecting his own Sunset Sword Domain and in making connections with other swords.

The higher one goes, the greater the pressure and the stronger the sword intent. By the time one reaches level 5,000, nearly half of the cultivators have been eliminated, either from exhaustion or from being injured by the sword intent and retreating in despair.

Fu Shaoping remained calm. His Chaos Sword Essence was as vast as the ocean, and his Sunset Sword Intent was all-encompassing. This trial of ascending the Heavenly Ladder was more like a rare tempering for him.

At level 7,000, the pressure increased several times over, and the sword intent felt like a tangible sword against the body! Many geniuses also began to sweat, and their speed noticeably slowed down.

Eight thousand levels! The sword intent was like a storm, carrying all sorts of illusions and inner demons, directly targeting the flaws in the Dao Heart! Ling Juexiao's sword aura fluctuated slightly, the flames around Xiao Lie flickered, Leng Ningshuang's face turned even paler, Huiming's Buddhist light rippled, and Wuhen's figure also became much more solid.

Only Fu Shaoping remained, his body enveloped in a continuous flow of chaotic light, drawing the raging sword intent and inner demonic illusions into his sword domain, purifying, transforming, or annihilating them. His eyes were clear, his steps steady, and he even seemed to be surpassing the others ahead of him!

Nine thousand levels! The final challenge! The sword intent was as powerful as a mountain, and countless condensed ancient sword intent phantoms appeared, unleashing profound sword techniques to attack!

Upon arriving here, even top geniuses must give it their all!

Ling Juexiao let out a long roar, and a giant sword phantom appeared behind him, slicing through the obstacles in his path! Xiao Lie roared, and the phantom of the God of Fire reappeared, scorching the heavens and boiling the seas! Leng Ningshuang froze thousands of miles, Huiming Vajra glared angrily, and Wuhen's figure completely disappeared, as if merging into the sword intent!
Fu Shaoping took a deep breath and finally held back. Although the Jingji Sword was not drawn, the sword intent of the icy cycle of reincarnation had already emanated from his body!

With a single step, three phantoms seemed to appear around him—the dawn breaking, the clouds unfurling, and the setting sun revolving! The three sword domains overlapped, transforming into a chaotic rainbow that ruthlessly shattered all the manifested ancient sword intent phantoms in front of him, its speed increasing exponentially!

Amidst countless shocked gazes, he surprisingly arrived first, almost simultaneously with Ling Juexiao, Xiao Lie, and a handful of others, stepping onto the 9,999th step of the sword staircase and ascending to the mountainside—the Sword Debate Platform!

The dueling platform was vast, paved with some kind of dark golden metal, its surface smooth as a mirror, yet faintly reflecting the sky and the shadows of countless sword cultivators. Dozens of people had already arrived on the platform, each exuding a powerful aura and possessing eyes as sharp as swords.

Fu Shaoping's gaze met Ling Juexiao's and the others' in mid-air, sparks flying.

Climbing the ladder to heaven is just an appetizer.

The true celestial duel is only now beginning!

All eyes were drawn to the center of the dueling platform, to the slowly rising sword monument, inscribed with countless profound runes and exuding ancient majesty!
On the sword monument, light flowed, soon revealing the battle sequence for this sword competition!
The air was thick with the oppressive atmosphere of an impending storm and a burning fighting spirit.

Fu Shaoping gently stroked the Jingji Sword, which was being nurtured in his dantian, his eyes calm and profound.

His sword was thirsting for blood. The sword monument shone brightly, and countless runes seemed to come alive as they flowed and combined, eventually condensing into dazzling names and battle sequences, floating above the monument and clearly reflected in the eyes of every sword duelist.

The atmosphere on the entire dueling arena instantly tensed! Countless gazes, like sharp swords, swept across the battle map that would decide the fate of the contestants.

Fu Shaoping's name appeared prominently in the first round, and his opponent was—Leng Ning Shuang from the Xuanbing Pavilion!

Almost simultaneously, a chilling gaze, seemingly capable of freezing one's soul, locked onto him. Fu Shaoping looked up and saw a woman in a plain white dress, her face as cold as ice, staring at him coldly, her body radiating a faint, ethereal aura of Xuanbing sword energy.

"The first round is going to be tough," came Xiao Lie's slightly gloating voice from the side. "This ice beauty is not to be trifled with. Junior Brother Fu, be careful not to get frozen solid. I'm still waiting to fight you again!"

Fu Shaoping ignored Xiao Lie's teasing, only nodding slightly to Leng Ningshuang as a greeting. Her eyes remained unmoved, like ice.

Above the sword monument, the light screen changed again, displaying the numbers of each sword-fighting area. The duel between Fu Shaoping and Leng Ningshuang was arranged in area "C-7".

Without much waiting, with a melodious chime, the first round of the sword competition officially began!
The array formations in each area lit up, enveloping the pairs of sword duelists and isolating them from the outside world.

Fu Shaoping and Leng Ningshuang stepped into Zone C7. Beneath their feet was the dark golden floor of the dueling arena, surrounded by a transparent array of light, with blurry figures and noise outside.

"Qingxuan Sect, Fu Shaoping, please enlighten me." Fu Shaoping cupped his hands, displaying impeccable manners.

Leng Ning Shuang remained silent, only slowly raising her hand, which was as exquisitely sculpted as ice. In an instant, the temperature of the entire area plummeted, and fine ice crystals condensed in the air. An extreme chill, seemingly capable of freezing blood and sealing the soul, accompanied by countless fine, silent Xuanbing sword energies, swept towards Fu Shaoping like a blizzard!

Mystic Ice Sword Domain – Silent Snow Kill! A killing move from the very first strike! This Leng Ning Shuang was clearly planning a swift and decisive victory!

Faced with this chilling sword attack that penetrated every crevice and targeted the soul and meridians, Fu Shaoping's eyes narrowed slightly. He did not choose to confront it head-on, nor did he immediately unleash his sword domain.

When he used the Flowing Cloud Step to its fullest extent, his figure transformed into a willow catkin in the wind, swaying and weaving through the dense Xuanbing sword energy. The chill that was enough to freeze the true essence of a Foundation Establishment cultivator was quietly dissolved and dispelled by a warm yet resilient chaotic glow when it came within three feet of him.

He seemed to be dancing on the edge of a knife, each movement fraught with danger, yet he skillfully avoided the direct impact of all the sword energy. He was observing, sensing the characteristics and trajectory of his opponent's sword intent.

Leng Ningshuang frowned slightly; Fu Shaoping's response had taken her by surprise. Her Xuanbing Sword Qi not only contained extreme low temperatures but also possessed the characteristic of disrupting consciousness. Even if an ordinary cultivator could withstand the cold, their mind would inevitably be affected, and their movements would become sluggish. But the person before her remained agile, and his eyes were as clear as ever.

"Freeze a Thousand Miles!" She held nothing back, her delicate hands forming a seal, and the temperature in the entire dueling area plummeted once more! The ground was instantly covered with thick layers of mysterious ice, even the array's protective barrier crackled as it froze! Countless, even more condensed ice shards, like blue crystals, appeared out of thin air, pressing and piercing towards Fu Shaoping from all directions like a cage! At the same time, an even stronger icy will directly assaulted Fu Shaoping's sea of ​​consciousness!

This attack already utilized a portion of the original power of its Xuanbing Spirit Body! Its power was comparable to a full-force attack from a Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection cultivator!
Just as the ice crystal cage was about to close, Fu Shaoping finally made a move.

He did not draw his sword, but simply pointed forward with his fingers as if they were swords.

"Zhaoxia, break the barrier."

A wisp of chaotic light shone from his fingertip, initially faint, then burst forth like the breaking of dawn, unleashing a warm and boundless sword intent of life! This sword intent was not fiery, but it carried a power that could dissolve all evil and awaken life!

"Chichichichi——!"

The seemingly indestructible blue ice crystal cage melted and vaporized instantly upon contact with the chaotic radiance, as if it had encountered its nemesis! The icy will that had been assaulting his sea of ​​consciousness was also completely dispelled by the sword intent that contained hope and vitality!
The sword intent of dawn vanquishes all evil spirits and chilling forces!
Leng Ning Shuang's expression changed slightly. Her strongest control and soul attack were so easily broken by the opponent!

"Flowing Clouds, Bind!" Fu Shaoping's sword finger changed again, and the sword momentum suddenly turned into a dense and long one. The chaotic sword light transformed into countless threads like flowing clouds, not for attack, but for entanglement and binding, instantly sealing off the space around Leng Ning Shuang. The omnipresent flowing cloud sword intent constantly interfered with her spiritual power circulation and sword momentum changes, making her feel as if she were trapped in a quagmire, and her movements became sluggish!
Leng Ning Shuang let out a sharp cry, unleashing her Xuanbing sword energy in an attempt to disperse the annoying cloud wisps. However, she found that these cloud wisps were incredibly resilient and possessed a strange force-dissipating property, making her sword energy as difficult to apply, like a mud ox sinking into the sea!
Just as her old strength waned and new strength began to rise, and her movements faltered slightly—

A glint flashed in Fu Shaoping's eyes, and the suppressed sword intent of Jingji finally burst forth from his body!

There was no earth-shattering momentum, only an eternal, icy stillness that seemed to come from the deepest abyss, freezing time and space, and ending everything, instantly enveloping Leng Ning Shuang!

Before this purer and more essential "icy stillness," Leng Ningshuang's Xuanbing sword intent trembled and retreated involuntarily, like a subject encountering a king! She felt that her soul, true essence, and even her thoughts were about to be frozen and annihilated by the "ending" Dao rhyme contained within this intent!
"The setting sun, a startling silence."

Fu Shaoping's calm voice rang out.

A sword light, interwoven with dark red and chaos, seemed to traverse space, silently stopping before Leng Ningshuang's smooth brow. The sword tip did not touch her skin, but the icy, cyclical sword intent had already stiffened her entire body, rendering her utterly incapable of resistance.

She lost.

The defeat was so complete that the opponent's sword was never even drawn.

Outside the stadium, there was an uproar!
No one expected that Leng Ning Shuang, the pride of Xuanbing Pavilion, would be defeated so quickly and so decisively!

"You flatter me." Fu Shaoping dispersed his sword intent, the startled sword light returned to his body, and he cupped his hands in thanks.

Leng Ning Shuang stared at him blankly, a violent fluctuation appearing in her cold eyes for the first time—shock, resentment, and finally, a complex emotion. She took a deep breath, suppressing her surging blood and qi, and bowed slightly: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Fu, for showing mercy."

After saying that, she turned around and silently walked out of the dueling area. Her back view was still aloof, but with a hint of loneliness.

Fu Shaoping watched her leave, feeling little pride. Leng Ningshuang's Xuanbing Sword Dao had its unique aspects, but it was precisely countered by his Luoxia Sword Intent, especially the Canyang Sword Dao which incorporated the intent of eternal ice and silence.

The first battle was won easily.

As he stepped out of the dueling area, he immediately felt even more scrutinizing and solemn gazes converge upon him. After this battle, no one dared to underestimate him because of his mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation.

Xiao Lie leaned closer, clicking his tongue in amazement: "Wow, Junior Brother Fu, you took care of the Ice Beauty so quickly? What was that last move of yours? It felt even more domineering than my Blazing Fire!"

Fu Shaoping smiled but offered no explanation.

His gaze swept over the other sword-fighting areas where fierce battles were raging. Ling Juexiao's opponent was a scion of a powerful family; with just three sword strikes, the opponent coughed up blood and retreated in defeat, the power of his sword spirit unmistakable. The monk Huiming's Buddha light shone brightly, and his opponent's flying sword was actually neutralized by him, losing its spiritual light. As for Wuhen's opponent, he inexplicably collapsed in the shadows, not even seeing how he lost.

Surrounded by formidable rivals, each with its own strengths.

Fu Shaoping clenched his fist, his fighting spirit intensifying.

This celestial duel was truly spectacular!

His journey has only just begun. In the next round, no matter who his opponent is, his Silenced Sword will carve a path to the pinnacle with absolute power! The first round of the sword competition was like a great wave washing away the sand, with nearly half of the participants leaving in disappointment. Those who remained were all true elites, their auras becoming increasingly refined, and their eyes increasingly sharp.

The sword monument shone brightly once more, revealing the match-up sequence for the second round.

Fu Shaoping's gaze swept across the room, landing on his own name and his opponent—Jingang Temple, Huiming! (End of Chapter)