Imperial Cultivation Chapter 1444 - 1440: Sword Comprehension

The Heavenly Sword Sect didn’t have any Treasures that caught his eye.

He wasn’t surprised.

He just didn’t expect the origins of Guanghan Palace to be so extraordinary, as it turns out to be the descendants of the Divine Race.

But it’s similar to Profound Yin Palace, both are composed of women, and the mental method can only be practiced by women.

It’s unlikely not to gain other Divine Clan Martial Arts, but it’s impossible to pass them on to himself.

Even if he has a good relationship with Guanghan Palace, it’s still unlikely.

He still needs to quickly enhance Zhou Qingyu’s Cultivation, reach Venerable quickly, and open the Inheritance Hall.

He soon brushed aside these miscellaneous thoughts, recalling the Divine Clothes he saw.

The Donghuan Saint Technique makes future predictions difficult but tracing back is easy, with a difference in consumption by dozens of times.

Tracing back a thousand years consumes less than breaking through one year into the future.

His spiritual power is currently strong, tracing back tens of thousands of years in one go.

The current Donghuan Saint Technique, he becomes increasingly skilled, and the Realm deepens.

Thus, his manipulation becomes more effortless.

He can now adjust the clarity and scope of observation, and also the level of detail.

If he wants detailed clarity, the consumption is higher, the burden on Heart and Spirit heavier.

If like fleeting glimpses, consumption of spiritual power is small, the burden on Heart and Spirit lighter.

Through this method of pursuing momentary impressions, he saw how this garment was destroyed, and also saw its complete form.

He even saw how it was formed.

The fleeting glimpse showed him the garment was destroyed by a tree branch.

A tree branch as green as a willow, jade-like emerald, soft and light, gracefully slit through the garment, splitting it in two.

Half shattered in the air, and the other half drifted down into the river, carried away by the surging waters.

He slowed it down at the time, clearly seeing the owner of the garment and the owner of the branch.

The owner of the garment was a handsome young man, and the other was a graceful girl.

Both were of noble bearing, with jade-like skin, vastly different from ordinary people.

They soared from a towering cliff into the clouds, chasing each other in the air.

Eventually caught by the river, the branch sliced across the handsome young man’s back, breaking his garment.

Half of the damaged garment drifted along the waves, finally drifting to a vast sea, continuing to float, on the sea unaware of the changes in day and night, time flowing.

Wind and sun didn’t damage it, eventually discovered by a swordsman, noting its unusual material, thus treasured and stored, passed down through generations, slowly reaching the Imperial Family of Qingyuan Sect.

Chu Zhiyuan judged these two to be of the Divine Race.

Appearances suggest no significant difference between the Divine Race and humans.

The exterior is similar, but the bearing vastly different.

The bearing is indescribable, as each person’s bearing is unique.

Perhaps these two Divine Race individuals differ from ordinary people, while other Divine Race individuals differ from them.

He continued tracing back, seeing how this garment was woven, then how an elder using a vermillion pen, suffused it with fresh red blood, slowly inscribing a Divine Language.

The fresh red blood seeped into the milky white garment, quickly absorbed, disappeared.

This middle garment appeared unchanged, still milky white, devoid of red.

It was given to the handsome young man, worn by him until destroyed under the branch.

Chu Zhiyuan furrowed his brow.

The material of this middle garment is indeed special, woven from spider silk.

And the blood is apparently not ordinary blood, likely Blood of Strange Beasts.

Upon thinking about this, he shook his head and sighed.

Wanting to discover the method to make these Divine Clothes seems to be an extravagance.

Without materials or the blood of such strange beasts, just writing the Divine Language is useless.

He furrowed his brow, continuing to recall the scenes traced back in his mind.

In these scenes, he diligently explored.

He vanished in a flash, reappearing on a mountaintop the next moment.

Another flash, he appeared in the forest on the mountainside, plucking a tree branch.

A soft tree branch like a willow twig.

With a gentle flick.

Seven-Colored Light suddenly flashed, turning the soft branch into a Seven-Colored Sword.

He shook his head, suppressed the Seven-Colored Light, continued to wield the branch.

Afterward, he closed his eyes, slowly swinging.

His movements were slow, swinging once again and again.

Super Sensing Illumination constantly adjusts, changing again and again, each change slightly alters the previous basis.

This gentle swing, he swung hundreds of times.

Gradually matching the girl’s movement in his mind identically.

Not just the movement, position, speed, force magnitude, and variation, but also frequency.

More importantly, there’s a strange rhythm, an ineffable yet profoundly mysterious rhythm.

This strange rhythm is his greatest comprehension and gain.

"Whiz!"

A soft whistle pierced the air.

A crack appeared in the void.

He smiled again, swinging lightly toward a stone.

A man-high, embrace-thick bluestone, brushed lightly by the branch.

A white mark appeared in the bluestone’s center, then "pop" it shattered, turning into countless small pebbles scattering.

The scattering pebbles bounced off near Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan wore a satisfied smile.

This is a swordsmanship move.

Moreover, this swordsmanship move didn’t even channel Spiritual Essence, yet it destroyed the bluestone with mere movement.

He didn’t use Spiritual Essence to protect the soft branch, nor to wield it.

Through the strange rhythm, the branch harmonized with a certain power, summoning it and thus controlling it.

He closed his eyes.

Super Sense clearly observed the internal changes within the stone.

Thus analyzing the power of this strange force.

He swung the branch again toward another stone.

The branch was suddenly enveloped by Seven-Colored Light, upon striking the stone, it shattered into pebbles scattering away.

He closed his eyes, retracting his hands, pondered with closed eyes.

In his mind, comparing the differences between the two.

This strange force compared to Spiritual Essence seems not to be very powerful.

This strange force’s most special attribute is its invisibility and tracelessness.

It hides its fluctuations, unlike Spiritual Essence that gleams with Seven-Colored Light, afraid others won’t notice.

If Spirit Venerables wish to conceal aura, confronting others below Spirit Venerable can also invisibly hide in the Void.

But once force is activated, when Spiritual Essence surges, the Seven-Colored Light inevitably flashes.

Thus, this force’s greatest use is surprise attacks and cunning tricks, even Spirit Venerables won’t guard against.

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Wang Miaoqiao was drinking on the cliff.

On the cliff stood a small pavilion, inside were stone tables, stone chairs, and two beauties attending.

He suddenly felt something strange, looked up.

Chu Zhiyuan was hovering in the nearby Void, smiling as he looked over.

Wang Miaoqiao snorted with no good mood: "Come in."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, clasping his fist, floated forward, the Token in his hand swiftly shining.

Wang Miaoqiao shook his head, flicked his sleeve.

The light shield outside quickly vanished, Chu Zhiyuan effortlessly floated to the cliff.

"Master Ancestor." Chu Zhiyuan clasped his fist with a smile: "Living so freely."

Wang Miaoqiao replied: "It’s just resting after being tired from practice, not freedom."

He surprisingly felt some sense of Heart Void.

He knew Chu Zhiyuan was currently diligently Cultivating, striving to reach Third Transition.

He guessed based on Chu Zhiyuan’s Cultivation speed, he would eventually catch up with himself.

So the need to diligently Cultivate is exact.

Chu Zhiyuan held a tender green branch, clasping his fist with a smile: "Master Ancestor, I’ve recently comprehended a swordsmanship move."

"Oh—?" Wang Miaoqiao said: "Show me."

He drew his sword piercingly, unceremoniously.

Chu Zhiyuan swung the tender green branch to meet, displaying that move.

Gently as if casually moving, collided with Wang Miaoqiao’s dazzling Seven-Colored Light longsword.

"Pop!" The Seven-Colored Light instantly dimmed, the longsword halted.

Chu Zhiyuan floated back, looking at the longsword.