Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 109 Chen Tuan's Legacy
Han Yun sat cross-legged in the inner void, the Pure Yang Sword hovering in front of him, tip pointing down and hilt up, slowly rotating. He formed hand seals, and a faint golden light emanated from his body.

Suddenly, the sword trembled and emitted a clear, melodious dragon's roar. Han Yun opened his eyes and saw cloud patterns flowing across the sword's surface.

The sword suddenly split into countless tiny light swords, which crisscrossed in the inner space.

Subsequently, these tiny light swords grew larger in the wind, transforming into the original size of the Pure Yang Sword. They gathered together, forming a sword dragon that roared continuously, creating a momentum of ten thousand swords firing simultaneously.

With a thought, Han Yun caused the ten thousand swords to merge into one, becoming a giant sword as large as a mountain that stretched across the sky.

Finally, the giant sword disintegrated, multiplying into countless forms, and those light swords, like rivers flowing into the sea, all entered his body.

"This is the Pure Yang Sword Dao!"

Han Yun couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

This sword is born from the mind, so it can be controlled by the mind and divided into countless forms. The more resolute the mind becomes, the harder and sharper the sword becomes, thus enabling it to withstand all kinds of hard objects.

Therefore, the Pure Yang Sword is not only a sword, but also a testament to the heart. With a firm Dao heart, one possesses unparalleled power. No matter what kind of demons or monsters they are, I will slay them with a single sword!
For some reason, Han Yun suddenly thought of this sentence: My heart is as hard as iron, and cannot be broken.

Given Han Yun's current temperament and cultivation level, he could easily defeat Zhang Zhiwei with a single sword strike, even with Zhang Zhiwei's Five Thunder Orthodox Method.

Therefore, those who cultivate the way of the sword are often filled with boundless heroism. Once the swordsmanship is mastered, take it and slay the dragon wherever it appears.

They are often called sword fanatics, and are recognized as having the strongest combat power. This is because they fight without any scruples, and when necessary, they even merge themselves into the sword, risking their lives for each other.

However, in recent centuries, pure sword cultivators have become extremely rare, and even those who are proficient in manipulating objects are called sword immortals.

Ah!
What is a true sword immortal?
Lü Dongbin could be considered one of them, but now there is Han Yun as well.

With the help of inner vision energy, Han Yun completely refined the Pure Yang Sword and tempered it with inner vision energy and Samadhi True Fire, making it even sharper and more powerful.

In fact, Han Yun himself was unaware of just how powerful he was now.

With the Pure Yang Sword as its core, the Dan Yun Qi as its manifestation, and countless powerful Qi as its blade, can a single sword strike topple mountains and seas?

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After leaving Jin Province, he continued westward and arrived at Qin Province. However, unlike before when he took the high-speed rail, Han Yun walked there this time.

Traveling west along the Yellow River, passing Tongguan Pass, and heading towards Huayin, the first stop in Shaanxi Province is Mount Hua, the Western Peak.

According to some ancient texts, it is 5,000 ren high and has been carved into a square shape. When the Lesser Yin star is in power, all things flourish, hence the name Mount Hua.

Among them, the Xixuan Cave in Mount Hua is the fourth grotto heaven, but no one has seen it for thousands of years.

The mountain has a total of 72 semi-suspended caves and more than 20 Taoist temples, and was once home to Taoist masters such as Chen Tuan, Hao Datong, and He Yuanxi.

There is also an interesting anecdote about Chen Tuan.

Legend has it that when Zhao Kuangyin was in exile in his early years, he met an old man selling peaches who was actually Chen Tuan in disguise. After eating the peaches, he played a game of chess with him but lost. He then made a bet with the Panlong Staff and Mount Hua as stakes, but ultimately lost.

Chen Tuan used a chess game to predict that he would become emperor, and then ordered the bet to fly away and stick on a cliff, meaning that this bet was not easy to make.

In the ordinary world, this might just be a strange and unusual event, but in the world of Under One Person, it actually happened.

Chen Tuan, also known as Tu Nan and Fu Yao Zi, integrated Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism into the study of the I Ching, thus creating the Innate I Ching.

He primarily practiced fasting and meditation, and authored books such as "The Diagram of Wuji," "The Diagram of the Primordial Beginning," "The Preface to the Diagram of the Dragon of Change," and "The Chapter of Penetrating the Void," which depict the creation of the universe and the sixty-four hexagrams. He was a recognized master of magic in the world of supernatural beings. His "Song of Mirroring the Wind" has also been passed down.

The world is without form, and form arises from the mind. What can be seen is not truly a thing, and what can be felt is not truly a thing. This is a unique approach to physiognomy.

There are also books such as "Annotations on the Song of Yin Zhenjun's Returning Elixir," which offer unique insights into the Dao of Internal Alchemy.

Of course, he is most famous for his title "Sleeping Immortal." He was truly a man of great talent and versatility!
Everyone says Zhang Zhiwei is incredibly powerful, capable of dominating the world, but in reality, genius is merely crossing the threshold of these sacred realms.

When Zhang Zhiwei was young, Zhang Jingqing described him as an arrogant lion who looked down on everyone because he was ignorant of his own limitations. In fact, Zhang Zhiwei did have that quality.

However, compared to the countless predecessors whose names have been passed down by sages and saints, his qualifications are not enough.

Han Yun, on the other hand, always harbored a humble heart, feeling that he was not good enough, that he had not climbed high enough or seen far enough compared to those sages of the past.

He only glimpsed a glimpse of the scenery by standing on the shoulders of giants. Han Yun always benchmarked himself against those predecessors, not Zhang Zhiwei.

All he ever did was pay homage and seek the Dao!

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Mount Hua is famous throughout the world for its perilous terrain.

Han Yun climbed the steps, his feet treading on mottled bluestone, with ancient pines standing tall and strong beside him, and clouds and mist swirling around him, creating a scene resembling a fairyland.

Halfway up the mountain, they suddenly saw an old Taoist priest sitting against a pine tree, holding a whisk in his hand, his eyes slightly closed, seemingly asleep but not quite. Han Yun sensed that this man's aura was restrained, like a deep pool or a towering mountain, and he was no ordinary Taoist priest, so he went up to him and struck up a conversation.

"May I ask, Master, are you a true cultivator here?" Han Yun bowed respectfully.

The old Taoist slowly opened his eyes, looked at the wooden plaque on Han Yun's body, and his eyes lit up, but then returned to calm in an instant.

He smiled slightly, flicked his whisk, and said, "I am Dianyangzi of the Quanzhen School. I have met Layman Han. I am but a recluse in the mountains. How dare I presume to call myself a True Man?"

"Why does the Taoist priest recognize me?" Han Yun asked curiously.

Dian Yangzi pointed to the wooden plaque on Han Yun's backpack, which was used as an accessory, and said, "A few days ago, Qingweizi informed the ancestral court about your teachings on the transmission of the Dharma by Lu Zu, and also mentioned the gift of that wooden plaque, so I recognize it."

Upon hearing this, Han Yun couldn't help but chuckle and said, "I see. I had forgotten that Mount Hua is also part of the Quanzhen School!"

The old Taoist priest slowly rose, pointed his whisk to the mountain peak, and said leisurely, "Young friend, since you have come to Mount Hua, why not climb to the top and take a look? On the West Peak, there may be something you wish to see."

After bidding farewell to the old Taoist priest, Han Yun gathered his strength and leaped up the steep mountain wall straight into the sky.

The higher he went, the more precipitous the mountain became, with howling winds and swirling clouds and mist. Ordinary people would find it difficult to take a single step, but for Han Yun, it was as easy as walking on flat ground.

Before long, he reached the summit of West Peak.

Here, jagged rocks abound, ancient pines hang upside down, and in the distance, a vast sea of ​​clouds surges like waves. On the edge of the cliff, there is a blue stone chessboard with several black and white pieces on it. It looks like an unfinished game, but it holds a hidden secret.

Han Yun stared at the chessboard, opened his third eye between his brows, and shot out a thought that sank into it, causing the scene before him to change abruptly.

In a daze, he seemed to see an old man in white playing chess with a young man. The old man had an air of otherworldly wisdom, while the young man was imposing and dignified.

The two players moved their pieces swiftly, and the chessboard seemed to be witnessing a fierce battle between dragons and tigers.

(End of this chapter)