I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

The morning bell rang nine times, its melodious and ancient tones cleansing the soul.

In the center of the training ground, the hundred-foot-long jade disc, which was usually as smooth as a mirror, suddenly burst forth with a radiance that was even more dazzling than the sun at that moment.

Countless golden ancient seal characters appeared on the jade disc, flowing endlessly, as if containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.

All the Qi Refining disciples sensed something and stopped their morning practice, looking up at the scene.

On the jade disc, amidst swirling clouds and mist, several lines of large characters appeared, their strokes sharp and powerful, exuding a fierce sword intent and a vast, ancient Daoist charm:

[Foundation Building True Transmission - The Gate Opens]

The first is: [The True Technique of Divine Speed ​​and Sword Control]

Note: He travels to the North Sea in the morning and to Cangwu in the evening, a green snake hidden in his sleeve, his courage boundless. He embodies the sword, controlling his spirit with his breath, covering a thousand miles in an instant.

The second is: [The Five Elements Supernatural Powers]

Note: The universe is in the palm of one's hand, and thunder and fire obey one's command. No longer bound by talismans and paper, words become law, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth for one's own use.

The third is: [Divine Consciousness Transforms into Form]

Note: A single glance can confuse the mind, a single thought can blossom into a flower. The spirit transcends the body, yet perceives the finest details.

"Morning Tour to Beihai Mu Cangwu..."

A Chinese literature student recited these two lines of poetry intently, his fingertips unconsciously tightening, as if something had suddenly struck his heart.

He remained silent for a long time before finally whispering:

"This is what cultivating immortality is all about... this is the carefree life we've always wanted."

Without the detailed explanations and restrictions, these few lines of classical Chinese text instantly pierced the fantasy of immortals and heroes etched into the bones of every Chinese descendant.

……

Location: Jueyun Cliff, Back Mountain of Kunlun

Here, the cliff hangs alone above the sea of ​​clouds, where the wind is fierce and even birds cannot cross.

Gu Qing, dressed in white, stood with his hands behind his back on the edge of the cliff, his clothes fluttering, as if he might ride the wind and return at any moment.

Behind him, Chu Tian, ​​Zhao Feng, Wang Tiechui, and four others sat cross-legged, their expressions solemn.

After a night of reflection, their restlessness had faded, replaced by a restrained and energetic spirit.

What is sword control?

Gu Qing did not turn around, but her voice rang clearly in the minds of the six people, like a grand and resounding bell.

Chu Tian thought for a moment and replied, "Use spiritual power to support the sword and carry people in flight."

Gu Qing shook his head: "That's 'transportation,' not 'control.'"

"Iron is heavy, and the flesh is impure. If you want to fly, you must first forget yourself."

Gu Qing turned around and casually plucked a dry branch.

"Watch closely."

He didn't use any earth-shattering spiritual power; he simply tossed the withered branch over the cliff.

Then, he took a step forward.

Below them was a bottomless abyss.

"Principal!" the group exclaimed.

But the next moment, they shut up.

Gu Qing did not fall.

His toes lightly touched the swaying, withered branch. That fragile branch, at this moment, seemed to have transformed into the most stable rock in the world, carrying Gu Qing through the surging sea of ​​clouds.

He was unhurried, as if strolling leisurely in a garden.

A withered branch tore through the clouds, leaving a long white streak that lingered for a long time.

"Man and sword become one, forgetting both self and things."

Gu Qing's voice came from the sea of ​​clouds, "If you have a sword in your heart, everything can be a sword. If you have the Way in your heart, even the wind and clouds can be a path."

"Come up."

Chu Tian took a deep breath, and the Qingming Sword (which had been repaired) on his back was drawn with a clang, emitting a joyful dragon's roar, and automatically hovered three inches in front of him.

This is not a simple magnetic levitation, but a resonance between the sword spirit and its master.

"rise!"

Chu Tian leaped onto the sword.

This time, he didn't use brute force to control it, but closed his eyes and felt the rhythm of the wind and the breath of the sword.

Divine consciousness, like silk threads, coiled around the sword.

A purple aura rises from the east, and the sword light surges!

boom!

There was no swaying or shaking, only a long purple rainbow piercing through the sky and earth.

Chu Tian transformed into a streak of light, instantly breaking through the clouds.

That speed is no longer "fast" in the physical sense, but a kind of "escape technique".

The world blurred in his eyes; only the sword beneath his feet was real.

Followed by.

Zhao Feng's Crimson Sword transformed into a poignant, blood-red sunset, slicing through the fierce winds and following closely behind.

Although Wang Tiechui did not have a sword, he stood on a huge black iron hammer, which shone with golden light, like a golden-armored god general patrolling the sky. His imposing presence shattered the clouds wherever he passed.

Six beams of light traversed the Kunlun Mountains amidst the sea of ​​clouds.

It was no longer a simple flight training exercise, but a journey of enlightenment.

They are learning how to live in harmony with nature, how to harness the power of the wind, and how to control the thunder.

The disciples looking up below were utterly silent.

No one spoke, no one was jealous.

They simply stared blankly at the mythical scene, their eyes filled with nothing but the purest desire for enlightenment.

……

Within the Valley of Sword Testing, jagged rocks abound, and here lies an ancient, indestructible array.

"Cultivating immortality is about seeking longevity, but also about fighting for one's life."

Gu Qing pointed to a "Sword Testing Stone" in the valley that was ten zhang tall and completely black.

This is a piece of basalt that Gu Qing specially redeemed from the system. Its hardness is comparable to that of a nascent magic weapon, and it cannot be broken by anyone who has reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

"Just being able to fly isn't enough; you also need the means to protect your path."

Gu Qing looked at the disciples in front of him who were eager to try their luck and thought they could destroy the world with divine weapons in their hands, and gently shook his head.

"Too rough."

Gu Qing uttered three words calmly, instantly pouring cold water on the excited crowd.

"What you're doing is using brute force to smash things; that's not supernatural power."

He slowly walked to the huge basalt rock, without summoning any divine weapons from the system space. Instead, he bent down and casually broke off a withered blade of grass from a crevice in the rock.

"Watch closely." Gu Qing pinched the fragile, withered grass between two fingers, his posture as upright as a pine tree. "True supernatural power lies not in how sharp your weapon is, but in your understanding of the rules."

"Grass, trees, bamboo, and rocks can all be used to make swords."

He turned to look at Chu Tian: "Chu Tian, ​​you chose the 'Purple Star Technique' for your Foundation Establishment stage, and you wield a sword. But your sword intent only has sharpness, not vastness."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Qing gently pointed the withered grass in his hand upwards.

This gesture did not involve any earth-shattering fluctuations of spiritual power.

But in a daze, the scene before everyone's eyes changed.

The bright sunshine of the day seemed to suddenly turn dark at this moment.

It wasn't that the sun disappeared, but rather that the "intention" behind Gu Qing's sword strike blocked out the sunlight.

An ancient, cold, and profound will of the stars descended upon the valley.

"Fall." Gu Qing murmured. He gently waved the withered grass in his hand.

There was no explosion, no roar.

A dazzling purple starlight condensed into a line, clinging to the withered grass, and lightly swept across the basalt rock that was far harder than an alloy.

*Swoosh!* A soft sound.

The massive rock, which was ten feet tall, was instantly split in two.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and even emitted a faint starlight.

The starlight, like a persistent, insidious infection, prevented the rock molecules from re-aggregating.

"This is the [Starry Sky Sword Intent - Void Penetration]."

Gu Qing casually dispersed the starlight, "Borrowing the weight of the stars, I condense it into a single point. Indestructible, unbreakable."

Chu Tian stared blankly at the smooth cut, cold sweat pouring down his face.

He was just feeling smug about his Foundation Establishment, but now he realizes that he's not even an ant in front of the principal.

A single blade of grass can cut through basalt; this is true cultivation!

Gu Qing didn't pause, turning to Zhao Feng: "Zhao Feng, your Red Makeup Sword is excellent, but you rely too much on its sharpness. You follow the path of coldness; your sword should be cold." "Coldness to the extreme is death."

Gu Qing used the same withered grass, but this time, he flicked his wrist. The air around the withered grass instantly froze. It wasn't that it iced over; it was as if time itself had been frozen.

He gently stabbed the remaining half of the boulder.

There was no sound. But the color of the half-rock instantly changed from black to deathly white. Then, with a crash—the entire boulder didn't shatter; instead, it disintegrated into a shower of ice crystal powder.

Each grain of powder contains a chilling cold that freezes the soul.

"This is the cessation of all things."

Gu Qing loosened his grip, the withered grass in his hand not breaking, but remaining lush and green. "It doesn't cut the flesh, it only freezes life. With this sword strike, even cells will stop dividing."

Zhao Feng's hand holding Hongzhuang's was trembling slightly.

Before this, he had always thought that ice was closer to restraint and delay. Only at this moment did he realize that when the cold was pushed to the extreme, it could also become the purest and most ruthless way of killing, which even the material structure could not withstand.

Finally, Gu Qing looked at Wang Tiechui, who was completely dumbfounded: "As for Tiechui, your approach is correct, but your vision is too narrow."

"The Earth element represents the land. The power of the land lies in bearing and suppressing."

Gu Qing gently tossed the withered grass, which had already served its purpose, onto the ground. The movement was as gentle as tossing a feather.

However, the moment that blade of grass hit the ground—BOOM!!!

Everyone felt the ground beneath their feet suddenly sink, as if what fell was not a blade of grass, but a mountain! The ground instantly collapsed into a deep pit, and the surrounding gravel and rubble seemed to be pulled by a huge gravitational force, instantly collapsing towards the center, compressing that area into a solid block of earth harder than steel.

"This is ground burial."

Gu Qing dusted off his hands, his expression calm: "Gravity is also a weapon."

At this moment, the six newly promoted Foundation Establishment cultivators had lost all their previous pride.

They looked at Gu Qing with an adoration that had turned into a near-religious fanaticism.

A single blade of grass. It can cleave stars, freeze all things, and suppress the earth. This is the great path they seek!

…………

Gu Qing stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind, leaving everyone with an unfathomable silhouette: "Remember, the biggest difference between magic and technology is that technology uses energy explosions, while magic uses rules."

"Now, you have truly touched the threshold of the 'Tao'."

"Today's transmission of the Dharma is intended to protect the Way."

Gu Qing's voice lowered a few degrees, "Because you will soon discover that this world is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface."

"Hold a sword in your hand and have compassion in your heart."

"But if you encounter demons..."

A cold glint flashed in Gu Qing's eyes, "...Then I will use this sword to slay him!"

After Gu Qing finished speaking, his figure gradually faded away, as if he had merged into the wind.