webnovelfull Chapter 57 The Transmission of the Dao
Chapter 57 The Transmission of the Dao
This sword is no ordinary sword, so Luo Sifan naturally cannot wield it in the usual way.
With a thought in mind, a surge of sword energy emanated from Luo Sifan's hand, pressing down on the sheathed longsword on the table.
You won't know until you try; the sword intent within this longsword is as subtle as the sea, instantly swallowing up all of Luo Sifan's probing sword energy.
Luo Sifan was quite surprised, but his innate sword body felt as if it had been humiliated. He was furious, and the tens of thousands of sword intents he had accumulated surged forth, as if they were about to be unleashed in full force.
"This is bad!"
Luo Sifan reacted quickly, grabbing the sword hilt before losing control and flashing into the Mirage Sword Domain.
After several days of settling, the aroma of the sword fruit in the Mirage Sword Domain has become extremely rich.
The spiritual platform, now infused with sword intent, was like a thirsty beast entering a spiritual pool, recklessly and wildly swirling and gulping in the fragrance of the sword fruit.
The sword intent emanating from the sword fruit was continuously absorbed and integrated by Luo Sifan's spiritual platform, and then replenished by the Taiyi Qingxuan spiritual energy that had completely drained the sword body.
With each step in and out, giving it his all, Luo Sifan unexpectedly reached the peak of his cultivation.
Luo Sifan closed his eyes and held his sword. The sword energy was as thick as white mist, enveloping the longsword. The two sides fought fiercely and secretly. Although no sound could be heard, the battle was extremely intense and deadly.
Fortunately, the sword was unclaimed, and the swordsmith had no ill intentions; he had simply set up a threshold at random.
One side is obscure and profound, yet can only defend; the other side is sharp and relentless in attacking.
The fragrance in the sword domain faded from strong to weak, while the sword energy surrounding the longsword became several times stronger.
The sword intent within Luo Sifan's body increased tenfold, a hundredfold, and now exceeds one million.
His spiritual platform underwent a transformation, he broke through several barriers, and his cultivation level advanced to the fourth stage of Foundation Establishment.
With a crisp sound, the sword domain was penetrated. Luo Sifan opened his eyes upon hearing the sound. A white light flashed in, and the scabbard fell off, revealing a sword blade about the width of a finger.
Piercing through the air, Luo Sifan's million sword energies surged in, eroding the sword inch by inch, and slowly pulled it out.
Luo Sifan's soul surged into a wondrous realm along with the torrent of sword intent.
Amidst the sea of clouds, a solitary peak looms in the distance. Where Luo Sifan's spirit stands, there is a double-pillared stone gate. A horned dragon, several tens of feet long, coils around the stone pillar, staring with wide eyes and a somewhat puzzled expression.
The four legs are thick and large, with gleaming scales, and are eight or nine parts similar to the hilt of this sword.
Luo Sifan hadn't expected that simply drawing a sword would cause such a commotion. He respectfully bowed to the horned dragon.
"Luo Sifan of Yunzhou greets Senior."
"No need for formalities, I'm just a gatekeeper."
The horned dragon responded in a muffled voice, its tone lazy and without any malice.
"Wasn't this sword originally owned by that brat Xiao Wuyang? How come it's now yours? Did you kill him and steal the sword?"
The horned dragon was a little excited, scratching its claws with schadenfreude.
Luo Sifan was startled and quickly shifted the blame:
"Senior, you misunderstand. This sword was a gift from my sister. Xiao Wuyang is a good friend of my sister."
"Oh…"
The horned dragon suddenly became somewhat bored.
"No wonder you didn't even recite the incantation before you stormed in."
This sword even has a mantra? Luo Sifan felt that he had been slightly tricked by Lin Qianxiu.
"Senior, how do we get out of this place?"
Luo Sifan politely pressed for details, explaining that the dragon was ugly and somewhat foolish, and he dared not provoke it.
All around were clouds, but there was a path leading into the clouds behind the gate.
The horned dragon lazily pointed behind the door with its claws, its eyes vacant, and continued to contemplate its life as it coiled on the stone pillar.
Luo Sifan figured he couldn't get anything out of it, so he carefully went through the stone gate and stepped onto the path.
On both sides of the path are steep cliffs, shrouded in thick clouds and mist, with visibility limited to no more than ten feet.
Luo Sifan walked for a while, heading towards the solitary peak amidst the sea of clouds, but the stone path under his feet became increasingly difficult and seemed endless.
With jagged rocks ahead, clinging to the mountainside, it could hardly be considered a proper mountain path.
Luo Sifan's soul and body became like a mortal's here, and he had to be careful and persevering, climbing up inch by inch.
One day, two days...
Luo Sifan knew she had fallen into someone's trap, but she had no choice but to try her best to move forward. Who knew what the consequences would be if she let go and fell? Holding onto a sliver of hope, Luo Sifan continued to persevere.
Fortunately, he was neither hungry nor thirsty. Although the mountain path was difficult, as long as Luo Sifan did not give up, he could climb hundreds or thousands of meters each day. When he reached a dead end, he would turn back. It seemed that the master of the secret realm had no intention of trapping him to death.
Within the secret realm, a day and a night alternated between light and darkness. At first, Luo Sifan kept counting in his mind, but later he found it meaningless and simply let go, treating it as a form of cultivation.
In his previous life, Luo Sifan was an alchemist who studied prescriptions and sought out the mysteries of alchemy. He selected and combined ingredients from tens of thousands of ingredients, explored the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and endured years of tormenting his soul. As a result, Luo Sifan's ability to endure was already extraordinary.
In accordance with the principles of cultivation, Luo Sifan's mind was free of distractions, and his speed and judgment on the cliff face improved by several levels without him even realizing it.
At this moment, Luo Sifan had no intention of arguing.
As the white fog thinned, the weeds on the cliff face gradually turned into sparse saplings.
A forest path appeared before us without us even noticing.
Luo Sifan silently skipped over the path and strolled upwards, showing no sign of joy or excitement.
The lush greenery is deep and secluded, and just a hundred feet away lies a small courtyard with a thatched gate.
Luo Sifan pushed open the door and went inside. Standing in the doorway, he looked back. All around him was an endless sea of clouds, and two stone pillars and a coiled dragon could be seen in the distance at his feet.
So this is the summit of the solitary peak amidst the sea of clouds.
"The sea has no bounds, the sky is its shore; I stand atop the mountain, the peak is mine!"
Luo Sifan murmured to himself, the accumulation of countless days vanished, and he felt a lightness throughout his body, breaking free from his cultivation state.
His soul shattered instantly, then condensed back into Luo Sifan in the blink of an eye, a strange sharpness nourishing him.
Luo Sifan was both surprised and delighted. This was clearly an unprecedentedly powerful sword intent contained within his soul.
"it is good!"
With a creak, an old man in gray, his skin bright and spotless, strolled leisurely out of the thatched cottage in the small courtyard.
Her face was as white as jade, and even with a few wrinkles, she exuded a very dignified air.
A pair of bright eyes swept over Luo Sifan, a hint of joy in them.
"Greetings, senior!"
Luo Sifan awoke from his state of enlightenment and bowed deeply to the old man.
The old man smiled faintly and accepted it with pleasure.
"Boy! Come with me!"
Without saying a word, the old man turned and left.
Luo Sifan had a thought, and then stepped into the thatched cottage.
The thatched cottage is a single room with nothing else but a three-legged purplish-red bronze incense burner, taller than a person, requiring two people to encircle it.
The old man patted the bronze stove a few times, his expression becoming distant, clearly showing his great affection for the stove.
Turning to face Luo Sifan, he became much more solemn:
"Luo Sifan, it seems we are destined to meet. This furnace was once something I carried with me, so I will give it to you. My forging skills are unparalleled in the world. Passing it on to you is a fitting reward for my momentary wish, and it has finally come to fruition!"
Without waiting for Luo Sifan to respond, the old man pointed and shouted:
"The Way is transmitted!"
A torrent of consciousness surged into Luo Sifan's soul through the old man's fingertips.
The old man's body gradually faded into nothingness and vanished.
After a period of intense mental turmoil, Luo Sifan's eyes gradually cleared, and he gave a helpless, bitter smile.