You call this the way of the sword?

During the teleportation, Yang Qingfeng kept thinking about the purpose of the sword given by his master. When he saw so many people landing in the same place as him, he vaguely understood.

Although it was only a fleeting glance, Yang Qingfeng still managed to catch a glimpse of it before landing.

The fragment of the continent he was on was not large, only about ten miles in length and width.

When a place is small but has a large population, conflict is inevitable.

"No wonder there are so few people who have awakened their talents; we need to hurry."

Yang Qingfeng quickly surveyed his surroundings.

Looking around, the Milky Way and starry sky enveloped the earth, and streaks of light still streaked across the sky, like a colorful meteor shower, a breathtaking sight.

He stood on a grassland, a gentle breeze caressing his face, seemingly carrying boundless vitality, its scent refreshing and invigorating, with a strange sweetness.

It's a very subtle feeling.

It wasn't just an ordinary sense of smell; it was a sweetness that came from within, arousing desire.

Yang Qingfeng subconsciously looked over and saw wildflowers blooming on the grassland. They were growing alone, and there were many different kinds, but without exception, they were all beautiful and vibrant.

Some flowers are surrounded by peculiar wisps of mist, and it seems that they are the source of the exotic fragrance.

Go check it out.

Driven by Yang Qingfeng's thoughts, the sword spirit that had been hovering behind him immediately flew over.

Although the sword spirit is a soul, it possesses a peculiar form, allowing it to touch all things in the mortal world. It plucked a flower and touched the misty wisps on the petals, triggering a mechanism as expected.

The mist seemed to be activated, immediately detaching from the petals and wrapping around the sword spirit. After quickly circling a few times, its speed suddenly decreased, and it went to its hand and began to hover.

Without the mist surrounding them, the flowers withered quickly, turning into ashes and disappearing.

"It seems to have a spiritual aspect..."

Yang Qingfeng pondered for a moment, and when no other unusual phenomena occurred, he began to make a guess.

He knew very little about divine matter, only that there were trials in the Talent Realm, and that passing the trials would grant him divine matter and allow him to awaken his talent.

It is said that there are also cases where the opposite occurs, where one obtains divine matter first and then triggers the trial.

It is not difficult to deduce that there must be readily available divine matter, but one's knowledge is too shallow to discern it, or one is sitting on a treasure mountain without realizing it.

"Fog has both form and appearance, so shouldn't it be a kind of substance?"

"Thinking about it won't help; you'll know once you try."

Yang Qingfeng's mind raced, and he quickly came up with an idea.

Skill: Summon Sword Spirit.

When he sensed the sword intent in the morning, his mana had already recovered to 30 points.

At this moment, all energy was used up, and three cracks opened up on his side.

As the vast, chilling wind blew, three new sword spirits answered the call and came.

They have different postures, shapes, clothes and hair, but their attributes and aura remain unchanged.

Without bothering to make a detailed comparison, Yang Qingfeng transformed into a commander, ordering the four sword spirits to act separately.

Two of them gathered the mist threads, while the other two explored north and south, while he himself found a relatively secluded spot and began meditating to recover.

The sword spirits carried out their orders tirelessly, fearlessly, and without reservation.

As they ran further and further away, Yang Qingfeng sensed a certain déjà vu. He tried it out and was pleasantly surprised to find that he could use the perspective of the sword spirit.

Moreover, a map appeared out of thin air in his mind and was constantly expanding as the sword soul explored. If given enough time, the sword soul could even grasp the entire continent!

"Though physically present in the world, one can still look down upon it."

This strange feeling surprised even Yang Qingfeng, who was naturally indifferent.

The Sword Soul's power is beyond imagination, and its convenience gives it many advantages.

Keep in mind that the secret realm only lasts for three days. During these three days, you not only have to search for divine substances, but also trigger and complete trials. There is a high probability that you will also have conflicts with other cultivators. If there are any other unexpected events, there will definitely not be enough time.

Now, the difficulty of exploration has been greatly reduced, saving a lot of time.

Nearly half an hour later, all the flowers on the grassland had been cut down.

The two sword spirits each gathered a dozen or so strands of mist, and at Yang Qingfeng's instruction, they attempted to merge them, resulting in a miraculous scene.

Dozens of wisps of mist suddenly accelerated and swirled upon contact, devouring and merging with each other to form a cloud of mist that emitted an even sweeter fragrance.

This change reassured Yang Qingfeng. His intuition told him that this was not the final form yet, and the mist could absorb and condense further.

"Such a wondrous object, even if it is not a divine substance, must be part of the trial."

Yang Qingfeng suddenly looked ahead and saw that the sword spirit had encountered other cultivators.

Just as he was about to change his perspective to take a look, the sword spirit behind him sent back a message that several people were approaching him.

Are we surrounded?

Yang Qingfeng looked at the wisp of mist in Jianhun's hand, thinking that dozens of people had landed on this land before. "This thing may cause a fight. Getting involved in the battle too early will be disadvantageous for me."

While pondering, he got up and walked towards the dense forest on the right, while the two sword spirits split up again.

One of the beings holding the mist stayed by their side as a guard, while the other rushed into the dense forest to quickly scout ahead.

In no time at all.

Several figures arrived on the grassland one after another.

They were dressed in different clothes, representing different blessed lands, which made them stop and wary of each other.

After a long silence, a young man in blue spoke up: "It seems that this area is the mainstream."

The expressions of the people present were all rather cold and stern, and their auras were relatively extraordinary. Some of them even emanated elemental fluctuations, making them seem unapproachable.

Perhaps realizing this, they became more wary, and some even turned around and left without hesitation.

In the end, only four people remained in the same place, including the young man in blue.

He turned to the other three and said, "Let's exchange information. I'll go first. I encountered two white snakes earlier, and after killing them, I obtained two wisps of essence, which seemed to be divine matter. Perhaps it's related to the trial. What about you?"

The three boys said one after another, "The creatures here are a bit strange. I shot a bird, and its body turned to ashes in an instant, leaving only a wisp of breath."

"I also received two wisps of white energy. They weren't very noticeable, but I felt they could improve my cultivation."

"I'm in a similar situation. It seems that the essence is the key to the trial."

The young man in blue nodded, glancing at the empty grassland: "To obtain essence but not to directly awaken talent, it seems one needs to obtain other substances, or... accumulate quantity."

Speaking of quantity, he frowned and looked at the other three, muttering to himself, "If that essence is lost upon death, that's the quantity."

The other three boys all turned sharp, sensing a dangerous aura.

Without the slightest hesitation, they immediately chose to retreat and flee, but it was too late.

The young man in blue vanished into thin air, and when he reappeared, he had already crossed more than ten meters, holding a deadly dagger, appearing behind them like a ghost.

The battle seemed to have ended before it even began.

With three consecutive slashes, the three teenagers died silently. Immediately afterwards, several wisps of pure white essence left their corpses and were absorbed by the boy in blue.

"really."

"This trial is rather cruel."

That's what he said, but the corners of the young man in blue's mouth turned up in a crazy smile.

He wouldn't dare to make a guarantee about other trials, but when it came to killing and robbing treasures, he felt that no one could surpass his Dao.

Suddenly, a faint, lingering fragrance drifted through the air.

After absorbing a few more strands of essence, the young man in blue robes experienced a rise in his cultivation level, and his spiritual senses and sense of smell also became more acute.

He paused for a moment, then looked towards the dense forest on his right, following the scent.

In the woods, Yang Qingfeng was crouching in a tree, secretly observing. Upon seeing this, he frowned and asked, "Is it a dog?"