138: Chapter 138 Five True Meanings

It was still that feeling of "watching a movie."

He saw an ocean.

Not the East Sea, not the West Sea, but the North Sea.

The sky was gloomy, with lead-gray clouds pressing down so low they almost seemed to meet the surface of the sea. The wind howled, the waves surged, and between heaven and earth, everything was a chaotic gray-white.

Standing on the surface of the sea were thirteen figures.

They wore various attires—some were monks, some were Daoists, some were laypeople, some were men, some were women, some were old, and some were young. The only thing they had in common was—

The aura around their bodies was all that of the Primal Form Realm.

Thirteen Cultivators of the Primal Form Realm.

And opposite them, standing on the sea, was a youth.

The youth appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a washed-out blue cloth robe, with an ordinary long sword hanging at his waist.

His face was thin, and there was a scholarly air between his brows. He looked like a scholar traveling to the capital for the imperial examinations, rather than a Martial Artist confronting thirteen Cultivators of the same rank.

But Jiang Hanzhou knew who he was.

Dragon Slaying True Person.

The seventeen-year-old Dragon Slaying True Person.

The sea breeze howled, making his sleeves flutter.

Among the thirteen Primal Form Realm Cultivators, the leader was an old monk in black robes.

He pressed his palms together, his face withered, his eye sockets deeply sunken, yet in those turbid eyes flickered a chilling light that made one's heart tremble.

"dragon slaying," the old monk spoke, his voice as hoarse as a broken gong, "Hand over the scroll of 'Innate Qi Scripture,' and I can make the decision to leave your corpse intact."

The youth did not answer.

He just stood there quietly, looking at those thirteen figures.

Then, he drew his sword.

In that instant—

Jiang Hanzhou's pupils suddenly constricted!

He saw it.

He saw the light that emerged around the youth the moment the sword left its scabbard.

Not one, not two, not three.

It was five.

Five-colored light erupted from within the youth's body!

Crimson like fire, blazing and scorching—

That was Pure Yang.

Azure like the sea, long and unending—

That was Tide.

Golden like iron, incomparably sharp—

That was Metal Sharpness.

Green like wood, endless and ceaseless—

That was Yi Wood.

Earthy yellow like the ground, heavy and steady—

That was Thick Earth.

The five-colored light intertwined and wrapped around the youth, forming a brilliant canopy that illuminated the gloomy sky, making it dazzling!

Five types of True Intent!

Jiang Hanzhou felt his heart shake violently.

He knew the Dragon Slaying True Person was strong.

But five types of True Intent—

What kind of concept was this?

For an ordinary Martial Artist, being able to condense one type of True Intent in the Primal Form Realm was already considered good talent.

Being able to condense two was being a Genius.

Being able to condense three was being a Prodigy.

Yet the Dragon Slaying True Person, at seventeen years old, in the Primal Form Realm, had condensed five types of True Intent!

Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth!

Five Elements True Intent!

Jiang Hanzhou stared fixedly at that figure, staring at the trajectory of the five-colored light intertwining and flowing, staring at the posture of the youth standing with his sword—

Then, the sword struck.

One sword strike, five types of True Intent released simultaneously.

The golden sword light descended like thunder, striking toward the black-robed old monk at the very front!

The old monk's expression changed drastically. The moment he pressed his palms together, monstrous black Qi surged from his body, transforming into a huge black light shield—

The sword light fell.

The black light shield shattered upon impact.

The old monk screamed, his entire body split in two by the sword light, blood spraying as he fell into the surging sea.

One sword strike, killing one Primal Elephant Realm.

The remaining twelve people all turned pale!

But they had no time to retreat.

Because the youth's second sword strike had already been unleashed.

The green sword light was like a spring breeze turning into rain; it appeared gentle, but contained a heart-trembling power of "Life and Death."

Where the sword light swept, the figures of three Primal Form Realm Cultivators suddenly froze, and then disintegrated inch by inch like rotten wood—

Their life force was drained.

The third sword strike, the blue sword light surged like the tides, layer upon layer, endless and infinite.

Four Primal Form Realm Cultivators were swept into it, like drowning people, struggling and roaring, finally to be completely swallowed by the endless Tide.

The fourth sword strike, the yellow sword light was like the earth sinking, heavy enough to be suffocating.

Two Cultivators who wanted to escape were enveloped by the sword light; their bodies suddenly became a hundred or a thousand times heavier, as if pressed down by an invisible mountain, unable to move, watching helplessly as the sword light fell.

The fifth sword strike, the red sword light was like the great sun descending, so scorching that one could not look directly at it.

The last three Cultivators turned to ashes in this sword light, not even having time to let out a scream.

Thirteen sword strikes.

No, it was five sword strikes.

Five sword strikes, killing thirteen people.

Jiang Hanzhou watched quietly, without moving.

His gaze did not follow the slain Cultivators, did not follow the brilliant sword light, and did not even follow the youth's thin figure.

His gaze remained locked onto the one within that five-colored light—

The gold.

Golden Sharpness True Intent.

That golden sword light, that sharpness that seemed able to cut through everything, that invulnerable, unbreakable sharpness...

He saw it.

He saw the trajectory of that golden light flowing, saw the way it condensed on the sword's edge, saw the subtle changes as it intertwined with the other four types of True Intent, and saw the "certain to cut" charm when it was unleashed from the sword tip...

He had seen too much.

So much that his Sea of Consciousness began to ache faintly, so much that his consciousness began to blur, so much that the memory of that North Sea began to shatter and dissipate—

But he did not stop.

He knew this was a once-in-a-thousand-years Opportunity.

The memory of the Dragon Slaying True Person killing thirteen evil Cultivators at the age of seventeen contained his most original and purest understanding of the Five Elements True Intent.

This kind of Opportunity was something to be encountered by chance, not sought.

To miss it once was to miss it for a lifetime.

He stared fixedly at that golden light, deeply imprinting every flow, every condensation, and every eruption of it into the deepest part of his Sea of Consciousness.

Then—

He grasped something.

That feeling was very strange.

It was like groping in boundless darkness for a long time, when suddenly his fingertips touched a glimmer of light.

Just a glimmer.

Extremely fine, extremely faint, as if it could dissipate at any moment.

But he had grasped it.

That was the "tail" of the Golden Sharpness True Intent.

He only needed to comprehend more, meditate more, and polish it more...

He would be able to truly grasp this True Intent.

To incorporate the Golden Sharpness True Intent into himself.

Jiang Hanzhou opened his eyes suddenly.

The bamboo forest was still quiet, the bamboo shadows were still swaying, and that pale green bead lay quietly in his palm, its surface fluorescence having dimmed by more than half.

He panted heavily, soaked in sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

The True Qi in his body was already exhausted, and now it was completely drained, making even standing difficult.

But his eyes were burning with light.

A scorching light.