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In the place where Ren Pingsheng was meditating, a black whirlwind appeared, reaching up to the sky. The demonic energy within a five-mile radius was swept away completely. As if that wasn't enough, the whirlwind began to expand continuously, gradually extending outward. Seven miles, eight miles, nine miles, and finally it stopped just shy of ten miles. The demonic energy within this range was continuously drawn in, while more distant demonic energy surged toward it.
The changes in demonic energy attracted the attention of many demons. Although they were dazed, they understood that demonic energy was fundamental to their existence. Now that the demonic energy was decreasing and becoming thinner, they were furious. Even though this was only temporary, they didn't care about that; they howled and charged forward.
With the cultivation of a mid-tier martial artist, this was equivalent to Ren Pingsheng at that stage, and his strength was absolutely top-notch. Even high-ranking demon generals were no match for him; all the demons that surged forward were cut down by his sword.
However, the demons kept coming in waves, and even he could only hold them off temporarily. After an hour of continuous consumption, his strength began to wane. One of the Phantom Bodies made a careless mistake and was ambushed by a demon with the cultivation of a Demon Lord, causing it to dissipate. This seemed to mark the beginning of a collapse; within just a few breaths, three more Phantom Bodies were shattered. The Ninefold Phantom Body had suddenly lost half of its presence.
It was no wonder they struggled; under the watchful eyes of the Demon Lord-level demons, even Ren Pingsheng found it challenging. How much more difficult would it be for the mid-tier martial artist Phantom Bodies? Two minutes later, all Ninefold Phantom Bodies had completely dissipated. The demons' gazes were all fixed on the meditating Ren Pingsheng as they charged toward him one by one.
"Bang..." All the charging demons were knocked back by the force of the formation, tumbling over themselves. Dazed and confused, they charged again without fear.
Ren Pingsheng was completely unaware of everything happening outside; he was fully focused on his breakthrough. The six-colored vortex in his Dantian spun so fast that it left behind a series of afterimages. Waves of demonic energy swirled around and merged into the pool of demonic energy below him, while the space inside was gradually being occupied by demonic energy.
This indicated that Ren Pingsheng had reached the peak of martial artist cultivation; next came the final compression to expand this storage space for demonic energy once again. If successful, it would mean a breakthrough.
Outside, the demons attacked for a quarter of an hour but could not shake this protective formation. A nearby Demon Lord-level demon roared angrily and unleashed its claws like raindrops falling down. The protective light created by the formation rippled and began to fluctuate.
Other demons also excitedly joined in their attacks, causing even more intense fluctuations in the formation. It seemed on the verge of collapsing; if Ren Pingsheng's breakthrough were interrupted at this moment, his fate would be dire—lightly injured or severely wounded, leading to potential madness or severe damage to his meridians, making further progress nearly impossible.
Feeling the situation outside, under Ren Pingsheng's full effort, the whirlwind above him spun even more violently as streams of demonic energy formed pillars that surged directly into his body. The six-colored vortex in his Dantian had reached its limit. The pool below that stored demonic energy had become completely saturated.
However, under the influence of the six-colored vortex, large amounts of refined demonic energy continued to pour in. A feeling of swelling emerged as the pool began to tremble violently.
It was like an inflated balloon continuously expanding. Finally reaching its limit, with a loud bang, under the constant influx of demonic energy, the storage pool shattered. The six-colored vortex momentarily stagnated before its speed rapidly slowed down.
After everything calmed down, the storage pool for demonic energy beneath the six-colored vortex had doubled in size compared to before. The previously insufficient space now appeared empty again as Ren Pingsheng's whirlwind surged upward suddenly; all demonic energy within ten miles was swept away before quickly shrinking back down until it vanished without a trace—only streams of demonic energy flowed into Ren Pingsheng's body.
The six-colored vortex that had just slowed down began spinning rapidly once more. The incoming demonic energy was quickly refined. The once-empty pool was immediately filled with demonic energy again. In an instant, one-third of its space was occupied by demonic energy, signifying that Ren Pingsheng's breakthrough had been successful.
"Have I broken through?" Ren Pingsheng sighed lightly. Just as he was about to relax, he felt a moment of dizziness, and then that mysterious sensation reappeared. This was a state he was all too familiar with, one that occurs after a breakthrough.
Previously, he had discussed this state with the Demon Emperor. There are many theories about it; many people refer to it as the 'Unity of Heaven and Man.' Heaven refers to this world. They believe that this world also has a will, which is why they can cultivate and comprehend the rules of Artistic Conception.
However, this will is quite vague, and only during a breakthrough can one communicate with the heavens and feel its response. At this moment, being one with the world's will allows for the fastest comprehension of everything.
Because all of this is derived from the evolution of the world. By borrowing the world's will, understanding comes naturally. However, how much one can comprehend depends on one's own talent and insight. Therefore, every significant breakthrough in cultivation can be seen as a gift from this world.
Ren Pingsheng immediately focused his mind and began to comprehend. For him, such an opportunity was rare and should not be missed. The first thing he sought to understand was Sword Momentum. During his last breakthrough, he had grasped forty percent of Sword Momentum; although he had made some progress since then, it was only an additional thirty percent.
He released all the Sword Momentum within him and then felt various forms of Sword Momentum around him. It was as if he had entered an ocean of Sword Momentum, swimming freely within it. Through continuous interaction and collision, his understanding deepened more and more.
Originally at forty-three percent of Sword Momentum, he gradually progressed until it stabilized at fifty-five percent, where further advancement became difficult. It seemed he encountered a significant barrier; no matter how hard he tried, that layer of paper could not be pierced.
He knew this was likely due to insufficient cultivation level, so he immediately withdrew his Sword Momentum. Changing his momentum, waves of Azure Wind surrounded him as he began to comprehend its Wind Realm, which was also his first understanding of Artistic Conception; now he had reached fifty-two percent.
He was most familiar with Wind Realm; in its ocean, he felt an exhilarating freedom. Whether fast or slow, high or low, dancing gracefully or galloping wildly—the entanglement of wind, its speed, gentleness, sharpness, and ferocity—all unfolded before his eyes.
Then he withdrew from Wind Realm, and the sharpness of Golden Realm seemed to pierce the sky. It radiated from him so intensely that even the attacking Demons outside trembled in shock, their hairs standing on end. Some weaker cultivators were even sent flying out with screams due to this sharpness.
A moment later, clouds and mist began to emanate from Ren Pingsheng, slowly spreading out from him as the center. Soon, mist enveloped several miles around him. The Demons within were roaring in agitation and attacking each other.
However, Ren Pingsheng's formation continued to be assaulted by Demons with the cultivation level of Demon Sovereigns. Of the ten Supreme Spirit Stones placed within the formation, more than half had already shattered; only three remained intact. Under the Demons' relentless attacks, the glow above them gradually dimmed.
"Pop..." Finally, the last three Spirit Stones shattered completely, causing the entire defensive formation to dissipate entirely; Ren Pingsheng's final line of defense vanished as well. Yet at this moment, she remained seated with her eyes closed, completely unaware that danger had already arrived.
"Roar..." The Demons outside paused for a moment before charging in excitedly. Their eyes gleamed with excitement as their sharp claws aimed directly at Ren Pingsheng.
"Bang..." The seated Ren Pingsheng was suddenly knocked away by several charging Demons at the front. Fortunately, thanks to her Thousand Silk Armor for protection, she sustained no injuries.
He flew far away, and just as he was about to fall into the group of demons, the Demon Lord, who had been motionless, suddenly moved. A claw reached out toward Ren Pingsheng's head. If that claw landed, there would be no chance of survival.
The Demon Emperor was anxiously pacing in the spatial ring. Now that Ren Pingsheng was breaking through, even he could not casually possess him, as that might lead to a complete loss of his previous efforts. However, seeing Ren Pingsheng in such peril, with his life at stake, he had no choice but to use the possession technique to control Ren Pingsheng's body.
At that moment, Ren Pingsheng, who had been still, suddenly opened his eyes just as the demon was about to land on his head. The demon's grotesque smile was clearly visible.
Without any visible movement from him, a surge of aura flashed around him. The demon that was right in front of him suddenly froze in mid-air and then seemed to be cut apart by an invisible sword, turning into a pile of flesh that fell down. The nearby demons met the same fate, each one being sliced into pieces, leaving a void within ten feet around him. Only the pungent blood fell like rain.
"Not bad, not bad. It seems you gained quite a lot from this breakthrough," the Demon Emperor said with a sigh of relief and a smile.
"Indeed, I now have fifty-five percent sword intent, sixty percent Wind Artistic Conception, and four and a half Cloud Artistic Conception. You could say it's a significant gain," Ren Pingsheng replied lightly, his expression somewhat dazed for a moment.
"Your use of sword intent and Golden Realm just now was quite impressive. However, it only works well against these mindless demons. In battles with humans, it might not be very effective."
"I know; I was just testing it out. Binding with sword intent and slashing with Golden Realm will make dealing with these demons much easier in the future."
"This... is this what it feels like to fly?" After landing, Ren Pingsheng did not make any large movements; he merely swayed gently and appeared in mid-air as if frozen there. Upon closer inspection, one could see a pair of transparent wings behind him; it was their presence that allowed him to hover in the air.
These wings could only be manifested by true energy once one became a respected level expert. Although martial artists at the Martial Master level could use true energy to create armor and shields, they could not manifest wings; that was exclusive to respected level experts. Only sect-level experts could fly freely without needing to manifest wings.
Ren Pingsheng's wings flickered gently as he appeared two hundred feet away in an instant, moving at incredible speed. Even with low-level Heavenly Movement Techniques covering one hundred fifty feet per step, this was far superior to any Movement Technique.
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