The day Landry had comprehended thirty percent of the Gods-intimidating Strike was one to be rembered. The explosive power he had unleashed had also shaken many palace leaders who were also there.
Those who were almost as powerful as world lords were not afraid of Landry's sword attack, but they still were quite jealous of him. To their dismay, they had just found out that even a Spirit Supre Realm warrior like Landry with no great talent in himself was able to unleash such power.
On the other hand, Zen's strike was an almost complete move of the Gods-intimidating Strike.
Although, in terms of pure swordsmanship, he did not dare to call himself a master, but he was still quite confident in himself. This was a sword skill created by a Supre Lord and he did not have the qualifications to evaluate it too much.
However, by relying on his own insights into the sword intent of Supre Lord Sword, he was able to unleash almost ninety percent of the Gods-intimidating Strike's power... Such power was unbearable.
To put matters into perspective, he simply could not release ninety percent of the power. If he were to do so, this entire supre world would have been cut in half!
As a response to his attack, a faint sword intent flew out at an extrely fast pace. At the beginning, it did not seem to be shocking at all. In fact, after the sword intent had entered the endless golden and silvery mountain, it disappeared without a trace.
Zen was looking as calm as the eye of the storm, but there was a hint of confusion on his face. What was going on?
His strike did not seem to be too powerful if evaluated purely in terms of power.
Could it be that he hadn't completely comprehended the Gods-intimidating Strike?
He had of course not expected this sword strike to be able to shake the entire heavens and the earth, but since it had disappeared without a trace after entering the mountain, it had truly let him down. This was supposed to be a legendary sword skill that could wound a True God, but right now, Zen could not see its effect at all.
Was his understanding of the Gods-intimidating Strike not enough? Was he doing sothing wrong? Or did he really have to forget love and emotions in order to use the Gods-intimidating Strike?
No matter how he thought about it, Zen still couldn't figure out what he had done wrong and why his strike hadn't had any effect.
Perhaps, his state of mind was truly unable to reach such a level as required by the laws!
In the early days, he had once learned how to enter the state of forgetting oneself, but it was only a common technique to control one's state of mind.
But to sohow entirely forget one's emotions, it was required to cultivate so entirely new cultivation thod. However, Zen was yet to find a thod that guaranteed such a stoic state.
What Zen did not realize was that he had completely underestimated the state of mind.
Being able to forget his emotions just wasn't sothing that Zen could grasp with his current cultivation base. Even a world lord would only be able to master one tiny bit of it.
Why did Yolande cut off her own soul and transform it into a million clones?
The answer lay in emotions. Through this thod, the clones which had been created from split souls would have incomplete emotions. They would be reincarnated into the mortal world with incomplete emotions, and would only experience life and death. Then Yolande would collect those clones and comprehend the mories within them, essentially aggregating their knowledge into herself.
So this thod would help her to avoid having all kinds of emotions. This was related to the cultivation thod she was going to practice in the future. Right now, in the eyes of the onlookers, she was just a lucky and powerful woman with the backing of a Supre Lord. But just by relying on her understanding of this art, she would be able to walk on a path that was different from everyone else.
So how was it going to be so easy for Zen to comprehend the state of forgetting emotions?
In any case, Zen was not too disappointed. The power of the Gods-intimidating Strike was weaker than he had expected; but it did not an that the thod was useless. The most important thing was that this sword technique did not require any accumulation of power and montum and could be unleashed instantly. Such a power was enough to resist an enemy's attack if he required a quick shield.
After getting out of the Illusion Space, Zen shot an indifferent glance at the words “Sword Practicing Hall” which were mounted above the enormous doorway, before quietly leaving the hall.
What he didn't know was that the mont he left, a loud rumbling sound suddenly reverberated throughout the entire Illusion Space!
This enormous golden and silvery mountain had been transford from an eighth-grade divine texture and reinforced by sixty thousand auxiliary divine textures. It was modelled on the legendary Golden-silver Demon Mountain. Both its height and width were far beyond Zen's imagination.
If he were to climb up as fast as he could from the foot of the mountain, he would probably have to climb for a year or so to reach the peak. If the mountain was placed horizontally on the ground and if a ground to hold it existed, it might take up several great worlds...
Since the Illusion Space was extrely spacious and endless, such a huge mountain could easily be ford by the divine textures and placed there. When Zen had entered this Illusion Space, he couldn't see the peak or the bottom of the mountain because of its unimaginable size.
The rumbling sounds that had started after Zen left continued for several hours.
Zen had entered the Illusion Space around midnight, but the rumbling sounds had not stopped for a long ti. They lasted all the way until the sun had risen in the morning.
The warriors of the Mist Palace were very diligent.
To any cultivator, being given a chance to enter the Mist Palace was enough to make them proud among their entire generation.
However, after these so called talented warriors from supre worlds gathered there, they discovered that their past pride and power were nothing compared to what was on display in the Mist Palace.
Early in the morning, a warrior nad Gorman Gao, carrying his maple-leaf spear, entered the Sword Practicing Hall. He had once been the absolute pride of his family. Ever since he had beco a warrior, he had been surrounded by envious gazes from all of his relatives.
After successfully joining an eighth-grade sacred place, his remarkable ability had quickly attracted the attention of a tenth-grade sacred place. Then he was brought to that tenth-grade sacred place, and had even taken the lord of the sacred place as his master. Afterwards, his master had tried every ans possible to succeed in sending him to the Mist Palace.
Gorman Gao had thought that with his great talent, he would definitely be able to beco one of the most powerful warriors in the Mist Palace. Yet his dreams had co crashing down on him.
After arriving there, he had begun to feel self-abased and disappointed. He had once been proud of himself for activating a Lotus Flower with one lotus petal. It was a symbol of surpassing the heavens. But he saw that there were nurous warriors of the Mist Palace who could activate even more petals of the Lotus Flowers, and he was a nobody among them. He even didn't have the qualifications to take part in Passing the Torch.
However, a talent should not just be arrogant. After adjusting his attitude, Gorman Gao had forced himself to work hard and face his difficulties. He believed that one day, he would be able to get his own glory there.
After cultivating in seclusion for a long ti, he was now rushing over to the Sword Practicing Hall. He wanted to test practice the “Potent Ether Blood”—the thirteenth move of the “Potent Blood Spear” that he had comprehended over the last few days. This move's power was extrely fierce and overbearing, and it was likely to have a good effect.
However, after he entered the Illusion Space, he heard the rumbling sounds which were going on for a long ti.
Thunder? Gorman Gao was stunned, but how could there be thunder in the Illusion Space?
This made him very confused...
However, just as he was wondering what had happened, he suddenly realized that there seed to be sothing strange about the huge Golden-silver Demon Mountain. Sothing was there which shouldn't be.
In the middle of the mountain, there was a long, thin crack, almost negligible, were it not for its extre length. It went from top to bottom, spreading all the way until it went beyond Gorman's sight!
Seeing this, Gorman Gao was really surprised and there was bewildernt visible on his face from miles away.
What was going on?
Was there soone practicing the sword just now? Since the booming sounds were still echoing in the air, the warrior practicing the sword shouldn't have gone too far. But when he had entered there, Gorman Gao didn't see anyone, and he also didn't et any other warriors along the way.
Gorman Gao of course did not know that there was a warrior who had practiced the sword there earlier, but had already left a long ti ago.
Being naturally curious, he flew down along the crack. However, even after flying for a long ti, he was still unable to find the end of the crack. In the end, he had to choose to fly up. This ti, he spent twice as much ti flying up, but still couldn't see the end.
During this process, he beca more and more aghast. 'Who on earth created this crack? Who on earth even could?'
For warriors with high enough cultivation bases, destroying a mountain range with a single move wasn't difficult, and even Gorman Gao himself could do it.
The problem was that the Golden-silver Demon Mountain in the Illusion Space was not an ordinary mountain. Even if Gorman Gao were to unleash his full strength, he would only be able to leave a mark of about a hundred miles on the mountain.
He was not that powerful and was not worth ntioning in the Mist Palace where there were so many talents. But even so, such a long crack?
A year ago, he had coincidentally t Javier who was ranked first in the Swallow Cloud House. Although the latter was only at the ninth level of the Life and Death Realm, with a casual swing of his sword, he had left a mark about a thousand miles long on the Golden-silver Demon Mountain.
But now, Gorman Gao was very astonished to discover an endless crack which stretched for countless thousands of miles. He had no idea what had happened in here.
Thinking about this, he left the Illusion Space. He then walked to a corner of the Sword Practicing Hall. There was a tall curtain hanging at the corner of the hall.
All attacks at the Golden-silver Demon Mountain were recorded on the curtain.
Gorman Gao didn't know the exact calculation thod to calculate soone's strength, but in theory, it should have been based on the reference base of an early-stage Illuminating Soul Realm warrior. Perhaps this asurent thod wasn't particularly accurate, but it could easily be used as a reference.
With a single attack, Gorman Gao could achieve an effect three tis as much as that of an early-stage Illuminating Soul Realm warrior. In other words, his one attack was equal to three tis the strength of such a basic reference warrior.
However, this kind of result was not a good one. In any case, he wanted to figure out just how powerful the attacking strength of the warrior who had left such a terrifying mark was.
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