Chapter 67: The First Realm of the Sword Path

Chapter 67: The First Realm of the Sword Path

Perfect harmony, seamless unity!

An aura spread outward as Chen Feng and the sword in his hand seemed to merge into a single entity. At this moment, there was no longer any distinction between them.

Feeling this aura, Ye Mingxuan, who had just launched a sword strike through the air, couldn’t help but reveal a look of astonishment and uncertainty.

"That aura…"

"Impossible!"

"Even I couldn’t comprehend this sword realm at the Aperture Opening Realm!"

Ye Mingxuan frantically denied it, but the aura of perfect unity grew clearer and stronger, violently shaking his mind.

"Die!"

With a furious roar, the golden light in Ye Mingxuan’s eyes flashed once more. The sword he thrust forward blazed with even fiercer golden radiance, its power nearly doubling as it pierced and shattered everything in its path.

Yet, the light in his Golden Light Sword Eyes dimmed significantly.

No matter what, even at the cost of injuring himself, he absolutely had to kill his opponent here. Otherwise… the consequences would be endless.

Chen Feng, sensing the profound resonance between himself and the Flowing Cup Sword in his hand, faintly perceived the sword’s "joy." His essence, qi, and spirit intertwined and converged, forming a cycle between man and sword. It was as if he himself had become the Flowing Cup Sword, experiencing everything it touched as his own.

"This feeling… the sword is me, and I am the sword… Could this be the so-called sword realm?"

"Sword Unity Realm!"

In this sword realm, man became the sword, and the sword became man—the two fused into one.

Of course, this didn’t mean that a person literally turned into a sword or vice versa. It was a metaphorical state, where one’s essence, qi, and spirit resonated with the sword, achieving perfect unity and forming a closed cycle.

It was an interweaving and guiding of energies.

Reaching this step marked true progress on the sword path—the most fundamental step, yet also an exceedingly difficult one.

Throughout history, countless have practiced the sword, but few have entered the Dao.

Even in Juejian Palace, renowned for its sword path in the Eastern Wasteland, only a rare few among the younger generation could achieve this step.

In the blink of an eye!

Two razor-sharp golden sword lights shot through the air toward Chen Feng.

His eyes narrowed like the edge of a blade, locking onto the incoming golden lights as he casually swung the Flowing Cup Sword in a slanting arc.

A seemingly effortless strike, yet it carried the natural grace of an antelope hanging its horns—as if this was how the sword was always meant to be wielded.

The beauty of it was beyond words, leaving Ye Mingxuan dazzled.

The two golden sword lights were incomparably sharp, but under Chen Feng’s effortless yet divinely inspired slash, they were deflected, shooting past him and striking the cave wall behind. The impact blasted two deep craters, cracks spreading outward like spiderwebs.

Faintly visible within were scattered bones.

Ye Mingxuan’s all-out strike, launched at the cost of injuring himself, didn’t pause for even a moment.

Yet, in Chen Feng’s perception, it still contained several flaws.

Though few, they were enough.

Second sword!

A blade swept through the air like a gale, swift and unstoppable—this was the Gale Slash of the Three Ultimate Swords of Heavenly Wind, yet it carried traces of the Eight Lethal Strikes within it.

The two swords clashed!

Chen Feng immediately sensed an overwhelmingly terrifying sword force erupting, carrying an extreme sharpness that surged toward him. It seemed intent on shattering his sword and scattering all his strength.

However, in the Sword Unity Realm, Chen Feng's control over every ounce of his power had reached an astonishing level—the same applied to his mastery of the Flowing Cup Sword, as if it were an extension of his own bloodline.

With a slight tremor of the blade, he not only neutralized most of that terrifying, razor-sharp force but also seized an opening, striking at the flaw and completely dismantling Ye Mingxuan's ultimate strike.

"You—"

Ye Mingxuan's expression twisted drastically, finally realizing that Chen Feng had truly attained that profound sword realm.

A flash of sword light burst forth before his eyes, dazzling like starlight, rapidly expanding until it filled his vision.

His desperate, self-damaging strike had been shattered, and before he could recover, Chen Feng's swordplay—so exquisite it defied description, reaching the pinnacle of perfection—far surpassed his own level.

This was the crushing superiority of realm!

It felt as though the heavens above, the earth below, and all directions in between had been sealed off, leaving no room to dodge or counter.

As the sword light faded, the faint glow in Chen Feng's eyes also dimmed and dissipated. His body staggered back several steps uncontrollably, his face pale, his qi and blood depleted, and his spirit exhausted.

It was as if he had been completely drained, waves of fatigue spreading through his entire being—not just physical exhaustion, but mental and spiritual weariness as well.

Chen Feng had never imagined that entering the Sword Unity Realm would consume his essence, qi, and spirit so horrifically.

Had he not cultivated the Huntian Sword Body to the peak of the sixth layer, with his essence, qi, and spirit at their zenith, even comprehending the Sword Unity Realm would have been useless—he wouldn’t have been able to execute it.

From activation to conclusion, the entire process lasted only a single breath.

The duration was pitifully brief.

Yet, that state was incomparably wondrous—and shockingly powerful.

"Once my essence, qi, and spirit grow stronger, and my understanding of the Sword Unity Realm deepens, I will surely be able to wield it freely in the future," Chen Feng thought to himself, watching as Ye Mingxuan's eyes—filled with confusion, unwillingness, and deep dread—rolled back before his body collapsed. A mix of blood and brain matter oozed from the fatal wound in his forehead.

In the next breath, Chen Feng retrieved and consumed a pill to accelerate the recovery of his qi, blood, and force, gradually restoring his essence, qi, and spirit as well.

However, essence, qi, and spirit were intangible, and their recovery was relatively slow.

With a flicker of movement, Chen Feng appeared beside Ye Mingxuan's corpse and immediately Devoured his innate divine trait.

A sphere of golden light flew toward the Devouring Divine Talisman, within which seemed to lie an eye—piercingly sharp.

In the next instant, a wisp of golden energy spread out, swiftly coursing through Chen Feng's entire body, tempering it and further enhancing his martial foundation. Finally, the mostly depleted golden energy split into two strands, each pouring into his eyes.

Like needles stabbing into them!

An involuntary wave of sharp pain forced his eyes shut as tears of discomfort spilled out.

After a few breaths, the pain vanished, replaced by a soothing coolness.

Chen Feng opened his eyes, and a faint golden light flickered within them—sharp as a sword's edge, so intense it was unbearable to behold.

"Hmm..."

A trace of surprise surfaced in Chen Feng's gaze.

His vision had become sharper and clearer than ever before.

The fine dust floating in the air was faintly visible, and even the minute pits and patterns on the distant cave walls were clearly discernible.

"Although I haven't mastered the divine trait of the Golden Light Sword Eyes, my vision has at least doubled," Chen Feng murmured to himself, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips.

Enhanced vision naturally came with benefits—seeing farther and more clearly, even piercing through illusions and spotting weaknesses with greater ease.

Not only that, but the Huntian Sword Body had also gained a sharper edge, and the cutting nature of the Huntian Sword Force had been significantly enhanced.

At that very moment, the black crescent moon within his sea of consciousness suddenly trembled.

Ripples of energy spread outward, and the intricate patterns on its surface shimmered with light. Four ancient, mysterious characters seemed to awaken, as if activated.

In a daze, Chen Feng seemed to glimpse a vast yet infinitesimal void unfolding before him—or perhaps it was just an illusion.

"Creation Space!"

Chen Feng couldn't help but whisper the words aloud.

"Enhancing comprehension and wisdom, refining the power of elixirs, plundering divine traits, and now opening the Creation Space..."

"Divine Talisman Of Creation, just what kind of origin do you have?"

It turned out that the continuous Devouring of innate divine traits by the Divine Talisman Of Creation had finally triggered a transformation after absorbing Ye Mingxuan's divine trait, activating yet another new function.

For now, the so-called Creation Space was an independent realm within the Divine Talisman Of Creation, a hidden world of its own.

Chen Feng himself couldn't enter it, but he could store objects inside.

"This way, if I obtain an elixir of longevity, I can store it in the Creation Space and perhaps avoid inspection, preventing the sect from taking seventy percent," Chen Feng mused silently.

Though he was a disciple of the Huntian Sect and even a Quasi-Sect Heir, he was also a member of Juejian Peak and the personal disciple of Wang Yuandao.

Truth be told, Chen Feng felt a far stronger sense of belonging to Juejian Peak than to the Huntian Sect.

When it came to benefits, his priority was naturally Juejian Peak and his master—the Huntian Sect came second.

Surrendering seventy percent of the other spiritual herbs didn't bother him much, as he was still a disciple and Quasi-Sect Heir of the Huntian Sect.

But the elixir of longevity was a matter of life and death for his master—there was absolutely no room for error.

Unless there were multiple elixirs, he would only consider handing over a portion. If there was only one, he would keep it without hesitation.

Previously, he had been troubled over how to deliver the elixir to his master if he found one. Now, he had found a solution.

The Divine Talisman Of Creation was unfathomably mysterious—even those in the Dao Integration Realm couldn't discern its secrets. Surely, it could deceive even the heavens.

Chen Feng first transferred a portion of the spiritual herbs into the Creation Space as a test.

It was effortless, requiring no expenditure of energy.

"Excellent, excellent," Chen Feng couldn't help but laugh heartily. The Creation Space was truly a treasure for both daily life and travel.

He stored the majority of the spiritual herbs and Spiritual Source in the Creation Space, leaving only ten percent in the Huntian Space Ring. Even that remaining tenth was astonishing, given that Chen Feng had gathered some himself in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm and seized many spoils from defeated enemies.

"High-grade spirit sword!"

Chen Feng picked up Ye Mingxuan's sword, sensing the power within it, and smiled.

But he had no intention of replacing his own blade.

A high-grade spirit sword is indeed superior to a mid-grade spirit sword, but for someone in the Body Forging Realm, the difference isn't significant, as neither can fully unleash the sword's true power. Moreover, with sword force infused, the blade becomes even more resilient, allowing it to clash with a high-grade spirit sword without sustaining damage. Lastly, the Flowing Cup Sword was a gift from his master. Unless absolutely necessary, Chen Feng decided to keep using it for now.

After taking Ye Mingxuan's Void Ring, Chen Feng immediately inspected its contents and couldn't help but show astonishment.

"As expected of a Sect Heir Candidate from Juejian Palace—his strength was formidable, and his harvest is astounding..."

Before setting out, everyone had been instructed to empty their Void Rings to later store gains from the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, which would then be inspected.

Inside were an immense quantity of spiritual herbs, Spiritual Source, and more.

Chen Feng transferred everything into the Creation Space, then flashed through three spatial rifts—only for a deafening explosion to suddenly resound.