Chapter 204: Chapter 67 Sword Qi Silk Transformation

After confirming that Lu Qingshan really had the capability to solve the Spirit-Nullifying issue, Mo Yan did not delay, he immediately got busy with Yan, gathering all the Flame Spirits.

Upon receiving this news, the Flame Spirit Clan, who had long suffered from their living domain being occupied by the Wood Spirits, did not hesitate either; they quickly assembled, preparing to leave this place with all their clansmen to seek a new place to live.

The Flame Spirits who arrived at the bank of the Longevity River temporarily settled in the magma waterfall.

As the number of Flame Spirits increased, Lu Qingshan began to feel a sharp rise in the surrounding temperature, eventually reaching the point where he had to use his Spiritual Power to resist the heat.

In contrast to his discomfort, the other three seemed quite comfortable.

The Dragon Sparrow Sword was immune to hundreds of fires, and as the Dragon Sparrow Sword Spirit, Qin Yitian even felt quite at ease in this fiery environment, somewhat like a fish in water.

Both Mo Yan and Xue Zhuyong, the first as an Incinerate Body and the latter as a Nascent Soul Stage Swordsmith, also bore no aversion to a fire-based environment.

He was the only one who seemed somewhat out of place.

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The Longevity Whale’s time for breathing was neither fixed nor regular; it could be in the next instant or much later, but it would never be too long.

According to Xue Zhuyong’s life experiences on Jiaolong Island, within about three months, the Spiritual Abyss would erupt at least once, so there was no need to be overly anxious.

Waves of heat rolled in.

A faint layer of Spiritual Light radiated around Lu Qingshan, blocking out the heat.

In his hand, he held a Jade Slip, into which Lu Qingshan was intently immersed.

Sword Qi Filament Annotation.

This was something Mo Zhizhi had once given him, a Sword Cultivator’s insights on Sword Qi.

A moment later, Lu Qingshan’s brow relaxed, and he put away the Jade Slip.

“Young master,” asked Qin Yitian, “have you mastered it already?”

Xue Zhuyong, who was not far away and quietly tending to his injuries, quite sharply heard Qin Yitian’s question and instinctively curled his lip.

How could that be possible?

Contrary to what he thought, Lu Qingshan just smiled warmly and replied, “Almost. It seems that transforming Sword Qi into silk is indeed not too difficult.”

Xue Zhuyong’s brow furrowed, and he glanced sideways.

It was nothing else but Lu Qingshan’s statement, which, to others, sounded far too presumptuous.

Turning Sword Qi into silk represented one of the highest and most sophisticated skills in controlling Sword Qi, requiring a micro-level of control over Sword Qi before one could transform it into silk.

If the fine Sword Qi could be turned into a thin filament of silk, its sharpness would be a hundred times greater, its toughness a hundred times stronger, and it would be invincible, also increasing its power to an extremely terrifying degree.

Such a profound realm could only occasionally be glimpsed in strong Golden Core or even Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators.

A Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivator, who had studied a Jade Slip for just half a month, dared to claim such a boast?

But oddly, both Lu Qingshan and Qin Yitian took it for granted.

Lu Qingshan took it for granted because, in his experience, turning Sword Qi into silk truly wasn’t difficult; he grasped it as though snow met a blazing furnace, instantly comprehending it.

Qin Yitian’s thoughts were even simpler: as his Sword Master, wasn’t it normal for him to achieve such a feat?

Lu Qingshan did not immediately start practicing turning Sword Qi into silk.

The difficulty of this technique lay not only in needing a very high understanding of Sword Qi but also in meeting strict conditions.

Your Divine Soul must be strong enough to undertake such delicate work.

Lu Qingshan took out 80,000 Experience Points from the massive Experience Points he got from assisting in killing the Jiaolong Demon King, investing them into the Primordial Spirit Sword Control Technique, thereby boosting his Skill Level while also raising the strength of his Divine Soul.

In doing so, he also completed another of the four tasks required to advance the Nine-Pattern Golden Pill.

“Primordial Spirit Sword Control Technique upgraded to lv11, Divine Sense +10!”

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“Primordial Spirit Sword Control Technique upgraded to lv13, Divine Sense +10!”

“Your Divine Sense limit surpasses 100, your Divine Soul Realm reaches the Initial Stage of Solidifying Form (105/200), at this realm, a cultivator’s soul becomes a Primordial Spirit, and one can introspect the Primordial Spirit.”

Just as his Divine Sense surpassed the limit of one hundred, Lu Qingshan felt a throbbing sensation in his mind, even causing him to experience a bout of dizziness.

In the sea of consciousness at his brow’s center, a vague human-shaped soul was gradually condensing.

The ethereal human-shaped soul flickered with spiritual light and was quickly solidifying.

Finally, after a thunderous sound, the shadow completely transformed into a human form, revealing its true appearance.

Lu Qingshan’s mind was immersed, much like when one introspects their Dantian. His consciousness saw, standing in the vast and empty sea of consciousness, a figure.

The figure was slender, with a handsome face, imposing phoenix eyes, and clear black and white eyes–it was his Primordial Spirit, looking exactly like him.

Just like how the speed of a flying sword is starkly different below and above the speed of sound, the realm of the Divine Soul, after solidifying, also undergoes a qualitative transformation.

Lu Qingshan quietly felt a transformation in himself, as if he was shedding his old self for a new one.

His eyes were clearly closed, yet he could hear every little detail around him distinctly.

Using himself as the center, he could clearly distinguish the breath within a mile’s radius; naturally, the further the distance, the weaker this sensory ability became.

More importantly, after his Primordial Spirit solidified, unlike the ephemeral soul shadow that scattered upon touch, his Divine Soul had taken form, much like a human’s physical body, inherently possessing certain defensive and restorative abilities.

This meant that the Divine Soul Attacks, which were razor-sharp and deemed fatal against Foundation Establishment Cultivators, could no longer easily shake him.

“Everything in the world seems more real!” Lu Qingshan slowly opened his eyes, looking around, and he could even see the patterns of the magma flowing in a magma waterfall.

“Sss!”

Lu Qingshan stretched out his palm, and a fine thread of Sword Qi shot out from his fingertips.

He gazed at the Sword Qi at his fingertips, a flash of brilliance in his eyes.

Because, in the past, what appeared very solid Sword Qi to him, he now saw many more gaps.

Lu Qingshan released his Divine Sense, adhered it to the Sword Qi at his fingertips, and carefully, like unraveling silk from a cocoon, separated the Sword Qi into complete, fine filaments through those omnipresent gaps.

The fine Sword Qi trembled as it was gradually separated.

Threads of Sword Qi, barely visible, fluttered around Lu Qingshan’s body.

When the thread of Sword Qi on his fingertip completely transformed into nothingness, Lu Qingshan’s lips curved into a slight smile.

His first attempt at transforming Sword Qi into silk was as smooth as flowing water.

Go!

Lu Qingshan uttered softly in his mind, and the thread-like Sword Qi straightened out, shooting toward a massive rock in the distance.

Whish whish whish!

The Sword Qi pierced right through the massive rock, and then, an inconceivable scene unfolded.

The rock, though seemingly undamaged on the surface with just a few pinhole-sized holes pierced through it, suddenly burst apart in the next moment as if a tremendous force had exploded at its center.

The rock exploded into dust, scattering like sand and dust into the air.

This was the power of Sword Qi silk!

If previously, by imbuing his flying sword with Sword Qi, he could break through the defenses of a typical Foundation Establishment Cultivator and slay them within five strikes,

now, with the explosive power of Sword Qi silk, unless facing a uniquely gifted and mysteriously skilled Foundation Establishment Cultivator like Mo Yan, he was confident he could slay them with one strike.

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Xue Zhuyong, who had previously turned his attention to Lu Qingshan, watched this scene in silence.

Previously, as the Family Head of a swordsmith clan, he had seen an abundance of Sword Cultivators in his lifetime, including many prodigies.

Yet even so, he had never heard of any Sword Cultivator who, at such a level of cultivation and at such an age, had mastered Sword Qi to such an extent.

Not to mention, he knew that Lu Qingshan had taken less than half a month to learn and master this technique.

Could it be that there really are those born with innate knowledge of the Sword Dao?

This thought emerged in Xue Zhuyong’s mind.

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