Swallowing the Stars: Becoming a God Starting with a Hundred Generations of Talent

Chapter 110 Yu Huanghou's Guidance and Challenge to Ai Chen [Ten Updates]

The training ground was completely silent.

Marquis Yuhuang stood there, remaining silent for a long time.

His sharp eyes were fixed on Luo Yun, as if trying to see through him inside and out.

His heart was no longer filled with surprise, but rather with a tidal wave of emotion.

As the most prized disciple of Sword King, he knew better than anyone the essence of the "Instant Rain Sword".

What Luo Yun just displayed was not merely standard, nor merely fluid.

There was an indescribable elegance and agility in those sword moves.

It was as if this sword technique was created just for him.

He, the sword, and the laws—the three achieved an astonishing harmony.

Marquis Yuhuang could even clearly sense that the laws of water and space contained in Luoyun's sword light were showing a faint tendency to merge!

Although it was only a trace, the significance it represented was enough to move any noble or immortal being!

a long time.

Yu Huanghou's sharp, hawk-like gaze finally softened, and he slowly nodded.

"very nice."

His voice remained calm, but the meaning it conveyed was completely different from before.

"With a cosmic-level physique, you actually managed to make the laws of water and space subtly merge when wielding your swordsmanship." Yu Huanghou looked at Luo Yun with undisguised admiration in his eyes. "Based on this alone, you have surpassed countless geniuses."

The trend of law fusion!

That's extremely rare, even among immortals!

The young man before us, at the cosmic level, had already instinctively embarked on the right path.

"You've grasped the essence of the first three moves, and even developed your own unique style," Yu Huanghou continued. "But the reason you can't comprehend the fourth move, 'Rainstorm,' is because you don't understand the core of 'Rainstorm.'"

He held up a finger and pointed it at Luo Yun.

"Watch closely, the fourth move, torrential rain."

The voice just fell.

Boom!

The entire training ground seemed to freeze instantly.

An indescribable sense of oppression enveloped Luo Yun's heart.

It was as if the end of the world had come, and the world was about to collapse.

Without a sword, Marquis Yuhuang simply extended a single finger.

Immediately afterwards, crystal-clear raindrops condensed out of thin air, centered on Yu Huanghou's finger.

The rainwater increased, becoming dense and instantly filling the entire training ground.

Every drop of rain reflects a cold luster, containing a sharp edge that can cut through everything.

Every drop of rain is an ultimate sword light!

They are not static, but rather slowly flowing according to a mysterious law, forming a huge vortex.

The entire training ground transformed into a world of torrential rain composed of sword light.

"The core of a rainstorm is its momentum. It's the unstoppable, overwhelming force of a torrential downpour!"

"A light drizzle is a point, continuous rain is a line, a sudden downpour is a surface. But a torrential rain is the whole world!"

"What you need to do is not to attack with a sword, but to use the fundamental laws of water to create this world of torrential rain and form this unstoppable force."

Then, using the fundamental laws of space, the "momentum" of this entire world is instantly unleashed upon the enemy!

boom!

As he uttered his last word, the billions of raindrops of sword light that filled the entire training ground seemed to have found an outlet, and instantly surged in one direction!

At this moment, space was completely torn apart and crushed!

The terrifying sight made Luo Yun's soul tremble.

After a long time, all the strange phenomena disappeared.

Marquis Yu Huang withdrew his finger and calmly looked at Luo Yun, who was still in shock.

Luo Yun took a deep breath, his eyes filled with understanding. He felt that he had grasped something, but it was still vague.

"I understand—thank you for your guidance, sir." Luo Yun bowed respectfully.

"Understanding and doing are two different things," said Marquis Yuhuang calmly. "You give it a try."

"Yes."

Luo Yun walked to the center of the training ground, closed his eyes, and kept replaying the earth-shattering scene in his mind.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and drew his flowing sword.

Splash—

Sword light began to condense around him, turning into streaks of rain.

He tried his best to imitate Yu Huanghou, wanting to create that world of torrential rain and gather that "great momentum".

But, no.

His sword light, though numerous and dense, was lifeless.

A sword is a sword, and rules are rules.

There seems to be an invisible membrane between the two, and they can never be perfectly integrated like Yu Huanghou.

Finally, the sword light dissipated, and Luo Yun stopped, somewhat discouraged, unable to grasp the essence of the technique.

He knew what to do, but had no idea where to begin.

Marquis Yuhuang looked at Luo Yun and shook his head.

"The understanding of 'momentum' cannot be taught." His voice remained calm. "No matter how much I explain, you will not truly understand. This feeling can only be grasped by yourself."

"Or—" Yu Huanghou changed the subject, "to experience it in battle."

"Find someone to spar with; under extreme pressure, you might be able to seize that fleeting moment of inspiration."

After saying that, Marquis Yuhuang disappeared as if he had never been there.

Only Luo Yun remained in the training ground.

"I'll figure it out myself, or find someone to practice with—" Luo Yun muttered to himself.

He knew very well that working in isolation wouldn't work. Lord Yuhuang was right; real-world experience was the best teacher.

But who should I practice with?

Several figures instantly flashed through Luo Yun's mind.

Jiang Mo, Qian Shui, and Ai Chen.

"The three of them have been in the Primal Secret Realm for ten thousand years, and their strength has long since reached an astonishing level," Luo Yun thought to himself. "According to Qian Shui, they have all passed the eighth level of the Bridge to Heaven."

As for myself, I am currently only at the sixth level.

The gap is enormous.

"It's precisely because of the large gap that sparring with them can put enough pressure on me." Luo Yun's eyes lit up. "That way, I can maximize my improvement."

Thinking of this, Luo Yun did not hesitate and immediately sent a communication request to Ai Chen in the virtual universe.

He chose Ai Chen because Qian Shui had mentioned that Ai Chen's swordsmanship was very impressive.

"Hello, Aichen, this is Luo Yun." Luo Yun's message was direct: "Do you have some free time? I'd like to ask you to give me some pointers on my swordsmanship."

Inside a manor surrounded by countless dreamy bubbles.

The winged girl Ai Chen received Luo Yun's message and was slightly taken aback.

Luo Yun?

He wants to practice swordsmanship with me?

Ai Chen thought for a moment.

She knew that Luo Yun had just passed the sixth level of the Heavenly Bridge, while she herself was on the eighth. The difference between them was enormous. This kind of sparring was of almost no help to her.

However, she then recalled the words Luo Yun had murmured to himself while attending a lecture at the Wanfa Platform.

A spiritualist was able to comprehend the Dao of the Sword from the Nine Swords Venerable's explanation of space and time.

This talent is terrifying.

"Qianshui said he might be another Bolan, another Luo Feng—" Aichen thought to himself, "Such a person, once he grows up, will have unlimited potential. Forming a good relationship with him now might bring unimaginable benefits to our Dream Wing Clan."

Her race was not powerful, and in the vast universe, they needed friends.

Aichen replied quickly.

"Alright, let's meet at the dueling arena."

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