504: Cosmic Swordsmanship

Normally, one would need seven senses to step into the Super-Ego Realm, but although Xiao Fan only has six senses, he also possesses the power of the Fire of Resistance. Breaking through to the Super-Ego Realm is now just a matter of time for him.

He was still in a deep sleep.

The situation in the outside world, however, was becoming increasingly complex.

heaven piercing crystals appeared one after another, but they had no connection to the Geniuses of the younger generation; instead, the older generation personally stepped in to snatch them.

But the Dignity Battle was about to begin.

All the Peak powerhouses of the younger generation were intensely preparing for battle.

This included Ying Zheng.

At this moment, he was floating in a colorful, circular galaxy. Each color represented a terrifying power, making it impossible for even meteorites to survive in this space.

Ying Zheng's upper body clothing had burst, while his lower body was clad in Emperor Armor. As a Young Master who had received an excellent education since childhood, it was simply too undignified to expose important parts of his Physical Body, even if no one was around. He couldn't leisurely stroll under the moon with a clear conscience.

Two full years of galactic winds had caused his Realm and Physical Body strength to skyrocket. Half a year ago, Yun Jinyu had already helped him Breakthrough to the Small Accomplishment Saint Body, and his Realm had reached Martial Venerable Nine, already very close to Martial Saint.

The fierce winds that could easily tear his Physical Body two years ago now only caused him some slight pain.

But he still hadn't left this place.

Because his most important goal was to temper his Sword.

Two years ago, he had prepared to create a unique Sword technique of his own.

A more elegant name for this Sword technique would be the Sword of Nine Heavens, or the Sword of the Great Void, because both Nine Heavens and the Great Void are merely alternative names for the Universe.

More simply, it's called the Universe Sword Technique.

The Universe is infinite.

The Dao of Sword is infinite.

Therefore, Ying Zheng resolved to enter the Dao using the boundless Universe as his foundation.

He would practice his Sword in various desperate situations within the Universe.

Without any guidance from predecessors, the entire plan sounded rather ethereal and incomprehensible to others.

What does it mean to practice Sword with the Universe as a foundation?

The two words 'Universe' are too broad, making it difficult for everyone to understand.

Ying Zheng also started slowly, learning everything about the Universe, and finally set the simplest, most direct goal.

He discarded all variations of the Dao of Sword, practicing only slashes, extreme slashes!

The first form of the Sword technique: to be able to cut a small meteorite with one Sword strike.

The second form: to cleave a comet.

The third form: to cleave a satellite.

The fourth form: to cleave a planet.

The fifth form: to cleave a star.

At this moment, he had already broken through the first form. Small meteorites around him could be cut with a casual Sword strike, an effect that greatly satisfied Ying Zheng.

Now, he was trying to break through the second form!

He wanted to cleave a comet, and a comet's mass is hundreds of times larger than an ordinary meteorite.

Correspondingly, his slashes also needed to be hundreds of times sharper than before.

At this moment, he was staring at a massive comet in front of him, his gaze like a Dragon.

Standing before this comet, Ying Zheng was so small that he wasn't even an ant; he was just a tiny black dot that would need to be magnified countless times to be seen.

But at this time, the comet was covered with dense Sword marks, and the celestial body already showed subtle signs of cracking.

All of these were carved out during this period.

Finally, after fully adjusting his breathing, he tightly gripped the Sword hilt. All the power and Sword Intent throughout his body rapidly condensed into the Emperors Sword.

Finally, with a silent roar, the long Sword was unsheathed, Sword Intent condensed into a single point, flashing like lightning across this infinite Universe, landing on the shattered comet!

This was his full-power strike!

After the slash, Ying Zheng's face visibly paled by five points.

Then!

“Zzz la!”

A brilliant Sword light blossomed at the center of the comet, illuminating a corner of the Nine Heavens, but it still failed to cleave the comet, only adding another extremely deep Sword mark.

“Still not enough...” Ying Zheng sighed silently.

But suddenly.

He abruptly turned his head, only to see another Sword light flashing at the horizon.

“Whoosh whoosh...”

In the blink of an eye, the Sword light swept across this world like flowing water, landing irresistibly on the shattered comet.

Then, a sky full of silver Sword light flashed, incredibly dazzling, but Ying Zheng couldn't bear to blink, even though the Sword light stung his eyes terribly, and blood vessels had already appeared.

Because, after this Sword light swept past, the comet, which he had slashed thousands of times without success, instantly split into billions of fragments, dense and spread throughout the Universe, and the size of each piece was incredibly similar.

Billions of fragments, evenly distributed throughout the Universe—this scene was quite shocking, leaving Ying Zheng in a daze.

The owner of this slash seemed to be telling him that simple slashes were nothing. Each slash that could produce the effect of hundreds of millions of slashes, and perfectly control the force to make every fragment the same size, that’s when... “Only then can one be said to have entered the Dao of Sword.”

Suddenly, a dashing voice reached Ying Zheng's ears.

He turned his head, only to see Sword Apprentice holding an iron Sword, chewing on a wild grass, looking at him with eyes full of admiration.

“You... who are you?” Ying Zheng asked blankly.

“The creator of the Dao of Sword, Sword Apprentice,” Sword Apprentice replied calmly.

At this moment, Sword Apprentice's gaze swept over Ying Zheng, and he frowned, saying, “Your Dao of Sword talent is indeed not beneath mine. If you practice Sword, you also have a chance to become a new creator of the Dao of Sword.”

“But... I think you’d be more successful as an Emperor than practicing Sword,” Sword Apprentice raised an eyebrow.

Ying Zheng shook his head and said, “I believe that having the talent of an Emperor doesn't make one an Emperor.”

“Rather, one must possess the heart of an Emperor to be a good Emperor.”

“But right now, I only have the heart to practice Sword.”

“Understood!” Sword Apprentice nodded and said, “Then I’ll remind you one last time.”

“Practicing Sword is extremely difficult. If you truly choose the Dao of Sword, you might be destined to be without the Dao of Emperor for this entire life.”

“By then, it will be too late to regret.”

Ying Zheng didn't even think, and simply chuckled, “This world only needs one Emperor.”

“Even if I don't take that position in this era, someone else will, and they might not do worse than me.”

“Who?” Sword Apprentice asked with a smile.

“Xiao Fan, of course,” Ying Zheng casually raised his left eyebrow.

“Isn't he dead?” Sword Apprentice feigned ignorance, asking indifferently.

Ying Zheng, however, shook his head and said, “I don't believe a Demon King Group could kill him.”

“A person like him couldn't possibly die so easily.”

“Is that so?” Sword Apprentice mimicked Ying Zheng, raising his left eyebrow, feeling quite pleased with himself.

Ying Zheng thought to himself whether this powerhouse was doing it on purpose or had the same habit as him. If it was a habit, that wouldn't be good, because he already had uneven eyebrows, and raising them looked quite strange.

Then he said, “If Xiao Fan really were to die, the last scene before his death would definitely not be a weak collapse; it would surely be a grand explosion.”

“You have a lot of confidence in him.” Sword Apprentice seemed to realize his uneven eyebrows and this time raised his right eyebrow.

Ying Zheng could now determine that the other party definitely had some mischievous streak, but he didn't think much of it, only turning his head to look in the direction of Blue Star, his gaze distant and profound.

Xiao Fan is someone who has beaten me several times. I haven't died, so how could he possibly die? This was Ying Zheng's intuition.

Finally, Sword Apprentice silently nodded and drew the Sword from his embrace.

The Sword's cry was clear, and his tone was equally decisive.

“Then come, time is short, I’ll teach you just a little.”