Chapter 1037: Chapter 1011 Three Months of Ti
In the following days, Xing Tian often pulled Tangyu to train and spar together, and sotis even dragged Ada along to spar with them.
Ada was one of the renowned warriors of the Moluo Tribe, a Guardian Warrior, far stronger than Xing Tian, with the strength of the Seventh Level in the Mystic Law Realm. Although his talent wasn’t as extraordinary as Xing Tian’s, he was still a genius that the Moluo Tribe had not seen in a century. Previously, Xing Tian had always looked up to him as an idol.
Additionally, Mo Qianqian often ca to find Tangyu to play with. Although she didn’t focus much on her cultivation, one couldn’t deny her talent was quite impressive, at least on par with Ada. It’s just that she wasn’t very fond of cultivation; otherwise, with her talent, she could have beco a powerful figure. Regardless of her disinterest in cultivating, her strength was not weak, and she was certainly not beneath Wang Qiutian.
This also served as yet another stimulus to Wang Qiutian.
Tangyu and the others lived relatively harmoniously within the Moluo Tribe. Due to many fierce beasts gathering outside the tribe, it was temporarily in a fully closed-off state with no one allowed to leave.
Whatever Liang Fengnian was up to, Tangyu couldn’t be bothered to care. Any significant grudge shouldn’t be revealed within the Moluo Tribe, so he had to suppress it for now. Anyway, out of sight, out of mind.
Thanks to his connections with Xing Tian, Ada, and Mo Qianqian, Tangyu was considered the most welcod outsider in the Moluo Tribe, getting along well with many. Many in the tribe treated Tangyu as one of their own, with many willing to interact with him. Several young people in the tribe were eager to befriend Tangyu, occasionally seeking his advice, or even sparing with him.
Of course, Xing Tian was the one who initiated this trend, thus spreading Tangyu’s fa in the Moluo Tribe until everyone realized he was an unparalleled genius even more exceptional than Xing Tian. It was only natural for such a prodigious talent to earn everyone’s admiration and respect.
In these three months, Tangyu made significant progress. Although his realm didn’t elevate by an entire level, the “Great Rift Vajra Technique” advanced to the Fourth Layer.
Tangyu’s innate comprehension was already astonishingly extraordinary, so reaching the Fourth Layer within three months wasn’t surprising. Mainly, these three months were filled with nurous battles and sparring. Such dense and frequent practice accelerated Tangyu’s progress; by absorbing others’ Sword Path experiences and integrating them into his own understanding, his improvent was naturally substantial.
Furthermore, he frequently sparred and discussed insights with Wang Qiutian and the others. During these three months, the twenty mbers of the Heroes Alliance and Xing Tian’s group gathered to train and spar together daily, sharing experiences in a frenzy of sorts. As expected, everyone gained significantly.
Wang Qiutian and his team also made considerable advancents, greatly enhancing their strength.
Xing Tian’s growth in these three months was impressive, even causing Tangyu to marvel, feeling as if Xing Tian’s progress might surpass his own.
One day, after sparring with Tangyu again, Xing Tian straightforwardly admitted, “I lost. It seems my Sword technique still lacks maturity and needs more improvent.”
This high-intensity training and three months of sparring exchanges gave Tangyu nurous insights, seemingly touching sothing substantial yet unable to break through a mysterious barrier, like a thorn lodged in his throat, causing him discomfort.
All of a sudden, inexplicable sensations surged, and his thoughts flooded like a rushing tide.
The feeling was incredibly mystical, as if being enlightened.
It was the perception of the “Bright Moon Sword Art,” where Tangyu’s heart faintly shaped an embryo of complex emotions and a pool of thoughts.
This sensation intensified, filling Tangyu with ecstatic joy. He quickly imrsed himself in this sprouting feeling, standing still with eyes closed, as thoughts surged like waves, conjuring countless ideas all at once.
To create sothing, naturally, countless thoughts must be pondered and hamred out nurous tis before forming the initial embryo.
Seeing Tangyu’s stance, Xing Tian and others gazed intently, instinctively stepping aside, not wanting to disturb him. Everyone watched in amazent, wondering if Tangyu was undergoing a major revelation, which would be truly awe-inspiring.
However, such occurrences happening to Tangyu were sowhat anticipated by everyone; they weren’t overly shocked.
Bit by bit, Tangyu’s insights coalesced, and who knows how long it took before these insights finally ford an embryonic shape.
Having the experience of the “Mindful Style,” the creation process this ti was more arduous, yet he could manage it well.
After an unknown duration, Tangyu’s sword finally moved.
With one swipe, the sword’s dazzling brilliance illuminated expansively. Once the sword moved, its sharpness soared to the Nine Heavens. A streak of black-and-white light shot directly to the sky, resonating with the world, bridging eternity. Heaven and Earth shifted, Yin Yang unified, shaking the cosmos.
Tear—
With one slash, the world was torn apart, the terrifying space rift on the sword edge left everyone watching in trembled awe.
The power of this sword also made Xing Tian and his companions feel incredibly frightened, instinctively tightening their nerves.
Crash—
The sword suddenly fell, carving a thousand-zhang long and ten-zhang deep trench on the ground, a sight enough to make anyone’s heart tremble.
Xing Tian and the others were dumbfounded as well. What a terrifying sword strike!
The second move of the “Bright Moon Sword Art” has finally been created. Although it is not yet perfect, at least it has been created and can be perfected later. Finally taking this step brought Tangyu imnse joy. Only Tangyu knew how difficult it was to take this step; without the mont of enlightennt in the Moluo Tribe, it might have been impossible. These three months have yielded great rewards and allowed for a breakthrough.
Sheathing his sword, Tangyu glanced at the thousand-zhang trench on the ground and felt highly satisfied with the power of the second move of the “Bright Moon Sword Art.” It was nearly ten tis stronger than the first move. If it could be further perfected, it would certainly exceed the first move by more than tenfold.
This potency indeed left Tangyu very satisfied. With Tangyu’s current strength, he need not fear a typical Ninth Layer Mystic Law Realm.
With the completion of the second move of the “Bright Moon Sword Art,” Tangyu now possesses a formidable trump card, a true killer move.
“The first move is the Mindful Style, striking as the mind moves. But this second move directly queries the Yin-Yang, forming a sword with the force of Yin and Yang. So, I shall na this second move ‘Yin Yang Style,'” Tangyu mused inwardly, imdiately naming the second move.
The “Bright Moon Sword Art” has now manifested its preliminary two moves: the first, Mindful Style, and the second, Yin Yang Style.
The speed at which the second move was created was indeed much faster than Tangyu had anticipated. Originally, Tangyu thought that he would have to wait until he reached the Eighth Peninsula Heavy of the Mystic Law Realm to create the second move. The unexpected quick progress has indeed been a pleasant surprise.
With both the first and second moves achieved, Tangyu gained more confidence in the path of creating the “Bright Moon Sword Art.”
Settling his thoughts and calming his mood, Tangyu looked over to Xing Tian and his group, their faces still reflecting a mix of astonishnt.
“Brother Tangyu, that sword strike you made just now—what is its origin, and how could it be so fearso?” Xing Tian asked in bewildernt.
Tangyu smirked lightly and replied, “There’s no origin. It’s a sword technique I created myself. The Mindful Style I showed you before is the first move, and this is the second. My sword technique is called the ‘Bright Moon Sword Art,’ and so far, I’ve only created these two moves.”
“What, you actually created it yourself? That’s unbelievable.”
“Incredible, no wonder it’s Tangyu!”
Xing Tian and the others were all repeatedly amazed, filled with admiration.
Creating one’s cultivation technique is not sothing an average person can achieve. Moreover, even the less discerning could tell that Tangyu’s “Bright Moon Sword Art” is extraordinarily profound and powerful, far from ordinary techniques. To have the capacity to create such a skill is truly an astonishing feat. Without witnessing it firsthand, no one would believe it.
This is simply breathtaking, like a celestial being.
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, everyone’s brows furrowed simultaneously as they looked towards the distant sky.
In the distant sky, magnificent radiance broke through the Nine Heavens, its power imnse. The entire small world of Moluo seed to undergo so change. The brilliance was so overwhelming that the heavenly phenonon it produced was indescribable.
Seeing this scene, Tangyu and others were all taken aback: “What’s happening?”
Xing Tian and the others were equally puzzled and murmured to themselves: “What is happening? Why is this occurring? We’ve never heard of such a thing.”
Even the people of the Moluo Tribe had never seen such a terrifying phenonon.
“It’s the Flying Immortal Altar; the phenonon is emanating from the Flying Immortal Altar. Could there be so change happening there?” Xing Tian suddenly thought of sothing and exclaid.
Tangyu’s brows also furrowed: “The Flying Immortal Altar!”
Naturally, Tangyu was very attentive to this place, believing it could potentially be their sole path out. However, they currently lacked the strength to venture into the Flying Immortal Altar.
The occurrence of such a phenonon at the Flying Immortal Altar definitely signifies sothing about to happen, naturally sparking countless thoughts.
Figures began to erge from within the Moluo Tribe, all casting shocked gazes toward the distant sky. In the face of such unknown circumstances, an unease filled many with trepidation about what might occur.
A powerful figure flew out; it was Mo Xuankong, the clan leader of the Moluo Tribe. He hovered in mid-air, gazing with a solemn expression toward the distant sky. From his shimring eyes, one could see that his feelings were mixed, undoubtedly harboring nurous thoughts: “Is it coming? After so many years, could this ancient legend be true?”
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