A Man in the Snow: Starting with a Sword Challenge to the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

late at night.

Ye Yun came to the top of the covered bridge alone, where it was still so quiet.

Perhaps only Ye Yun could sense that the closer he got to that old sword, the more obvious the suppression of its swordsmanship became.

Unlike the Lizhu Cave, which forms its own small world with unique rules that suppress it, this place is different.

When outsiders enter this place, their cultivation will be gradually weakened until they are not much different from ordinary people, and they will not be able to breathe freely.

These are the rules of this world, and no one can change them.

Ye Yun was sensing the changes in the sword core within his body.

His cultivation level was suppressed at the Dragon Gate Realm, but he did not rely on his realm to fight. Instead, this special suppression made his sword intent even purer.

The three natal flying swords were suppressed by this sword pressure, their golden light dimmed, their purple aura receded, and they were trapped in a cage, but they slowly circulated within the sword core, making their sword intent even purer.

Ye Yun revealed a look of joy.

Unexpectedly, it has this effect: cultivation level can be suppressed, but sword intent cannot.

His swordsmanship, his cycle of life and death, and the things he has come to understand over the years have become increasingly clear.

The bridge is very old, built of bluestone, and covered with moss.

Ye Yun finally stepped onto the covered bridge.

The moment he stepped onto the bridge, the three natal flying swords within his body trembled violently.

It wasn't a wary tremor, but a resonance. They sensed something and were echoing that thing.

Ye Yun stopped, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed the surroundings.

The sword intent became increasingly clear.

Vast as the sea, deep as an abyss, it seems to span through eternity.

It hovered there, silently, as if asleep or waiting. The sword intent was so strong that just sensing it made Ye Yun's sword heart pound violently.

When he reached the middle of the bridge, he suddenly stopped.

A sword aura swept in from the front.

The sword energy appeared out of nowhere without any warning, piercing straight for his brow.

The sword strike was fierce yet precise, aimed only at him, without harming a single blade of grass or tree around him.

Ye Yun did not dodge.

He raised his right hand, fingers pointing like a sword, and gently tapped it.

Fingertips collided with sword energy.

"boom--"

With a muffled thud, the sword energy dissipated.

Ye Yun retreated three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the bluestone bridge. He steadied himself, looked down at his right hand, and saw a small bloodstain on his fingertip, from which a bead of bright red blood was seeping.

He caught that sword.

But it was just catching it.

Ye Yun raised his head and looked towards the other side of the bridge.

There was no one there.

Only that sword intent remained suspended there, quietly hovering.

But he knew that the sword strike just now was a test from the swordsman.

To test whether he was qualified to come here.

Suddenly the scene changed.

Ye Yun appeared in the middle of a mountain peak.

The mountain peaks are not high, but they are very steep.

He walked up a narrow path, slowing down as the sword intent grew stronger, almost suffocating him. It was a suppression from the very source of the sword, a power he had never felt before.

But he didn't stop.

One step, two steps, three steps.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally reached the top of the mountain.

At the summit, there was only one sword.

It was a very ordinary sword, with a black blade.

Old Sword Strip.

The immortal sword in his sea of ​​consciousness was constantly pulsating, as if it was about to fly out.

Suddenly a figure emerged from the forest of swords.

She was a tall woman.

Clad in white as snow, with a cold and aloof expression, she was surrounded by countless sword shadows. These sword shadows appeared and disappeared, flowing endlessly, as if she were the sword and the sword was her.

The swordsman.

Sword Mom.

Ye Yun stopped and bowed, saying, "I am Ye Yun, greetings, senior."

"There is still such sword intent in the world."

Her voice was cold and detached, devoid of any warmth or human emotion, as if she were not human.

"Innate sword body, reincarnation sword path, truly unique. Where did you come from?"

Ye Yun was startled. She saw through his secret at a glance. He answered truthfully, "I come from a small grotto-heaven. There is also swordsmanship there, but it is different from here. This is something I comprehended on my own."

The swordsman nodded and did not ask any further questions.

She just stared at Ye Yun for a long time.

"Your swordsmanship is unique and contains the concept of reincarnation. It is no less than any other swordsmanship. You are very good."

Ye Yun humbly asked, "Senior, you are the true expert."

The swordsman simply continued, "What do you seek here?"

Ye Yun took a deep breath and solemnly said, "This junior wishes to seek the origin of the sword dao in this world."

It's impossible to fool a swordswoman at the fifteenth level.

It's better to be more sincere.

The swordsman looked at him, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

"The fundamental laws of swordsmanship? You know me."

"Know."

"The innate sword physique is one in ten thousand, and there is hope that it can surpass mine."

Ye Yun was silent for a moment: "That's not my real purpose."

The moonlight bathed her, gilding her with a silvery white glow. Her figure appeared somewhat ethereal in the moonlight, as if she might vanish at any moment.

The swordsman looked at him, a barely perceptible glint in his eyes, and said, "Unfortunately, you are not the person I want. I cannot give you this."

Ye Yun was shocked and very disappointed, but he quickly calmed down.

He had known this was possible all along; the swordswoman had her own choices and her own waiting.

If it weren't for Qi Jingchun's plea, he probably wouldn't have even glanced at Chen Ping'an.

She'd seen too many geniuses; she was numb to it.

"If that's the case, then forget it."

The swordsman smiled and said, "Aren't you disappointed?"

Ye Yun shook his head and said, "I came not to obtain this sword, but to witness the true way of the sword."

The swordsman remained silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and lightly tapped with one finger.

A sword intent shot out from her fingertips and pierced into Ye Yun's brow.

Ye Yun's vision blurred, and his consciousness plunged into a strange space.

It was a void, devoid of sky, earth, sun, and moon. Countless sword shadows floated in the void: ancient longswords, slender shortswords, broad heavy swords, and light, flexible swords. These sword shadows moved slowly, each demonstrating a different sword technique.

suddenly.

A flash of sword light appeared.

A figure appeared in the void. It was a white-robed sword immortal, standing with his sword in hand, his aura soaring to the sky. He raised his hand and slashed out with his sword. The sword light traversed the void and cleaved the heavens and earth.

Another flash of sword light appeared.

Another figure appeared, a woman in a green robe. Her swordplay was as graceful as clouds, and with one thrust, the sword light transformed into a sky full of stars.

Another flash of sword light.

Another figure.

Countless sword immortals and countless sword techniques appeared one by one in the void. That was the origin of the sword path in this world, and the traces left by countless sword geniuses over the past ten thousand years.

Ye Yun sat cross-legged, immersed in the sword intent.

He didn't know how much time had passed, only that the sword intent flowed through his heart, resonating with his own swordsmanship. The golden light grew brighter, the purple aura thicker, and the cage more secure. He had also vaguely touched the threshold of the fifth level of the Samsara Sword Technique, "Cause and Effect."

I don't know how much time passed.

The sword shadows vanished.

Ye Yun opened his eyes and realized that he was still on the covered bridge.

"Your swordsmanship is purer than I expected. With your talent, you have the potential to become a master of swordsmanship in the future. You can come here to comprehend the way of the sword in the future."

Ye Yun cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

The swordsman waved his hand and turned to walk into the forest of swords.

After taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped, without turning around, and simply said softly, "No need to thank me, he helped you."

After saying that, the tall figure disappeared.

Only then did Ye Yun realize that a special token was floating beside him.

It's him.

That tall man in the long river of time.

It turns out that Jian Ma saw him because of this token.