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After the words fell, the surroundings changed again. palace! It's still the same palace, everything is back to where it started. "Back again!" Qintian said to himself, and in an instant, a figure appeared in front of him. It's still that blurry figure. "You are the ninth person to break in here!" The voice was cold and emotionless. "Where are the people in front?" Qintian I remember that this person once said that a total of ninety-eight people had come to this palace before him. "No one before you left this palace!" Thunderbolt Out of the Blue! Everyone who has been here died here. Are you still letting people pass through the level quietly? After swallowing a sip of saliva, Qin Tian suddenly felt a little cold on his back.
What on earth is this place?
Even the Martial God Senior cannot be contacted, and the Double Pupil cannot be activated.
The most terrifying part is that everyone in front has died here!
It’s suffocating!
Extremely suffocating!
Qin Tian coughed lightly, raised his head, and a glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes.
"Come on, the final test!"
Having given up on resistance, Qin Tian decided to push forward.
Bang!
A book fell before Qin Tian.
"The final test: learn it within one hour."
The cold voice echoed once more.
One hour?
Qin Tian tried to activate the Double Pupil again, but found it still unresponsive.
"This is really damn strange!"
Even the deeply reserved Qin Tian couldn't help but curse.
Double Pupil was not allowed, and Martial God Senior also forbade contact. He had to learn this set of Sword Canon within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!
That Demon Python was truly unreliable.
No, that wasn't right.
It sounded as if that Demon Python had ever been reliable.
Calming himself, Qin Tian sat down on the ground.
He casually opened the Sword Canon lying on the floor.
"Time starts now!"
A blurred figure suddenly took out an hourglass from his bosom.
Gently flipping it over, fine grains of sand began to flow downward.
The test.
Silently commenced.
As Qin Tian opened the cover of the book, he saw eighteen powerful characters boldly inscribed on the title page.
"All Primordial Gods are lonely; I defy the heavens with a single sword."
— Spirit Sword Classic.
Wait a minute?
Qin Tian suddenly realized that he seemed to have heard this phrase somewhere before.
Martial God Senior?
Qin Tian looked up and realized that this vague figure seemed to bear some resemblance to Martial God Senior.
Could it be?
"Is this Martial God Senior testing me?"
Qin Tian pondered carefully, but he found that something was still off!
It seemed that ninety-eight people had already come here before him.
Were all ninety-eight of them guided here by Ancient Martial God Senior?
The question was, where exactly did the problem lie?
Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Qin Tian earnestly began to read from the first page. Every move and technique echoed continuously in his mind.
However, these techniques were so profound that he couldn't grasp them clearly at once!
Rustle.
The crisp sound of turning pages was particularly pronounced in the silent palace.
One page.
Two pages.
Three pages.
Qin Tian flipped through the book quickly, finishing it in less than a quarter of an hour.
Closing his eyes, Qin Tian realized that he had already forgotten more than half of the techniques.
"How could this happen?"
Even with his steadfast heart, Qin Tian couldn't help but feel a bit anxious at this moment.
He opened the Spirit Sword Classic again, his gaze sharp as he started from the beginning.
Once again finishing the book, Qin Tian stretched lazily and was about to stand up to practice.
However, at the moment he stood up, he discovered that the memories of the Sword Canon in his mind had once again faded by more than half.
This time, Qin Tian did not recklessly flip through the pages.
Instead, he began to practice according to the fragments of memory that remained in his mind.
Whoosh!
Purple arcs of lightning flickered as the Purple Lightning Sword flashed from his palm.
Strands of purple Sword Radiance intertwined together.
Electric light flickered, and thunder rumbled.
With perfect footwork, Qin Tian's body soared through the grand hall. The sword in his hand displayed its edge at times, while at other moments it concealed its brilliance.
"That's not right, it's not like this!"
Qin Tian suddenly came to a halt, his gaze fixed in surprise on the Spirit Sword Classic lying on the ground.
"The more anxious you are, the more likely you are to go astray! So this is where the essence of the Spirit Sword Classic lies."
Although his cultivation seemed to be progressing smoothly, the perceptive Qin Tian had detected an underlying issue.
This time, he sat down in a state of deep contemplation.
He did not flip through the pages nor did he attempt to recall the contents of the Spirit Sword Classic from memory.
Half an hour later.
"How much do you remember?"
A vague figure suddenly spoke at that moment.
"About ten percent."
Qin Tian replied with a smile.
"It seems you won't be able to escape either!"
The vague figure mocked him with a sneer.
Qin Tian did not respond, nor did he make any move; he remained seated in deep thought.
He neither flipped through the book nor deliberately sought out memories of the Spirit Sword Classic.
As the hourglass dwindled down to its last grains, signaling that an hour was about to come to an end, Qin Tian's brow twitched lightly.
A pair of cold, knife-like eyes suddenly opened wide.
"How much do you remember?"
A blurred figure stood before Qin Tian, looking down at him from a height.
The oppressive aura made the surrounding air seem to solidify.
"I can't remember anything at all!"
After saying this, Qin Tian stood up with a bright smile on his face.
"It seems you have lost."
The blurred figure stared coldly at Qin Tian.
Although Qin Tian could not see his gaze, he could still feel the bone-chilling pressure emanating from those eyes.
"No! You are the one who has lost."
Qin Tian stretched his body, the crisp sound echoing even more prominently in the silent palace.
"Show it!"
The blurred figure looked at Qin Tian with arrogance.
"Azure Sky Sword Formation!"
Unexpectedly, instead of using the Spirit Sword Classic, Qin Tian raised his Purple Lightning Sword and unleashed the already perfected Azure Sky Sword Formation.
Once again, there were those sixteen sword shadows.
However, at this moment, the sword shadows were far more domineering than usual.
It was as if they had gained a soul.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Sixteen sword shadows shot forth towards the indistinct figure.
Boom!
A loud explosion echoed as the blurred figure was pierced through.
Yet, it did not dissipate as a result.
"It seems you have truly comprehended!"
Unexpectedly, after the indistinct figure reformed, the first words spoken were such.
"This is still not my true level!"
Qin Tian chuckled lightly, the Purple Lightning Sword in his hand crackling with violet electricity as he thrust it forward once more.
"Raging Tide Sword!"
Waves of surging tides appeared behind him.
The vast Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy instantly surged into the glowing Purple Lightning Sword.
Then, he slashed down fiercely.
However, at this moment, the Raging Tide Sword was completely different from what Qin Tian had previously unleashed!
The same sword technique now seemed to possess a soul.
The Soul of the Sword Technique!
"If your performance in the Azure Sky Sword Formation was merely for show, then the Raging Tide Sword is more than enough to qualify you."
The blurry figure shattered once again, but in the blink of an eye, it reformed.
"I apologize for disappointing you. I'm not someone who settles for being merely qualified!"
Qin Tian's foot slammed down on the ground, and a powerful aura surged explosively from within him.
In an instant, a Sword Radiance shot forth directly from his Purple Lightning Sword.
It aimed at the nearby Fuzzy Figure, ready to strike again.
"Oh? I look forward to this move!"
The Fuzzy Figure showed no intention of dodging, standing tall like a spear.
Whoosh!
At first, it was just a thin beam of Sword Radiance.
But as it closed in on the Fuzzy Figure, only a few feet away, it suddenly swelled with power.
One became ten.
Ten transforms into a hundred.
A hundred transforms into a thousand.
A thousand transforms into ten thousand.
In an instant, a single Sword Radiance transformed into countless points of cold light.
"Low-level technique, Xuan Yang Sword Technique!"
Qin Tian stood tall like a spear, yet a light snort escaped his lips.
As he had imagined, the Spirit Sword Classic amplified lower-level techniques even more significantly.
Surpassing the perfected Azure Sky Sword Formation, if the amplification was only thirty percent,
then for the fully realized Advanced Martial Art, Raging Tide Sword, the amplification would be sixty percent.
Thus, for the perfected low-level technique Xuan Yang Sword Technique,
the amplification could reach ninety percent!
Of course, when it came to sheer power, higher-level techniques were still more formidable.
Puff!
This time, the Fuzzy Figure not only shattered but nearly faced complete annihilation, unable to recover.
"How did you discover that the Spirit Sword Classic is not a technique?"
The Fuzzy Figure, having barely regained its form, looked meaningfully at Qin Tian.
"Because every time I open it, the words are different. From this point, I already understand that this is definitely not a simple attack technique. Now it seems I was right!"
Qin Tian smiled lightly as he sheathed the Purple Lightning Sword and stood tall.
"The Spirit Sword Classic is indeed an unprecedented enhancement sword technique. It can amplify all Sword Techniques under heaven. Therefore, the Spirit Sword Classic is also known as the Soul of the Spirit Sword."
The blurry figure spoke of the Spirit Sword Classic with great pride.
"What does the Spirit Sword Classic have to do with the Ancient Martial God?"
Qin Tian suddenly asked, catching the Fuzzy Figure off guard. After a moment of hesitation, he was about to respond.
But unexpectedly, the palace suddenly began to tremble violently.
The walls around them cracked continuously.
Boom!
Finally, with a loud crash, the walls collapsed, and torrents of water surged into the grand hall from all directions.
"Take care of that Demon Python outside for me. It has great kindness towards me!"
The blurry figure looked at Qin Tian, and in the next instant, it completely vanished.
Bang!
The Palace collapsed, and the intense shaking caused Qin Tian to fall to the ground.
"What is happening?"
As he was engulfed by the rushing water, Qin Tian found that his limbs could hardly muster any strength.
Boom!
A massive wall of the hall came crashing down towards Qin Tian.
Not good!
Qin Tian was just about to dodge to the side.
Sizzle!
A crisp explosion echoed as a Demon Python forcefully smashed its head against the wall, wrapping around Qin Tian's body and pulling him out from the collapsing ruins.
"Thank you."
Qin Tian whispered softly as he lay on the Demon Python.
"No need to thank me!"
A cryptic voice responded, causing Qin Tian's pupils to suddenly constrict to the size of pinholes as he looked in disbelief at the Demon Python that had ensnared him.
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