Chen Ping's Sword

Various strange insights inexplicably emerged from the heart.

Some experiences from being a two-lived person, as well as things seen and witnessed, reassembled and generated new insights.

Then, he understood another layer of the Three Lights Divine Spell.

He saw the essence of some things.

This feeling was like when he first saw two people walking by with smiles, and the reaction of the people around him.

The first smile looked good, and the crowd turned their heads, ignoring it, only thinking that the person was very wretched, wanting to please and befriend them, but without looking in the mirror to see if they had the qualifications to squeeze into this circle.

The second person had the same good smile, yet the crowd flocked around, each showing their best side to leave a good impression. They said this person was very approachable, although in a high position, he wasn’t arrogant at all, truly broad-minded.

The same smile, the same eight teeth showing, yet the same people drew different meanings from it.

The things in this world are both absurd and real.

It’s like now, the same spell, just resonating in the mind, seemingly giving birth to a thousand meanings.

Understanding is understanding, and not understanding is not understanding.

After reaching perfection.

Chen Ping felt that, with the movement of his thoughts, as he recited the spell again, there was something invisible and intangible in his mind, breathing with the Heaven and Earth, growing stronger.

’This must be strengthening the soul, which is the legendary Soul Refining.’

The soul, this thing cannot be seen or touched. In the Jianghu, some people refine their body, and some refine their Qi. When refined to a certain degree, it can increase combat power and change the physique.

At most, it happens subtly, unconsciously, making the mind robust and the spirit a bit better.

Truly like the Three Lights Divine Spell, a cultivation technique that can also refine the ethereal soul, Chen Ping doesn’t know if others have seen it, but he, for one, has never encountered it.

Cultivation techniques are tools.

At the entry and proficient realm, practicing the Three Lights Divine Spell, the change in the soul is almost unnoticeable.

However, after achieving perfection, every cultivation session yields something.

You can even feel the soul constantly growing larger.

This is quite terrifying.

Looking at Fang Qingzhu again, Chen Ping didn’t know what to say.

Such a precious cultivation technique is something only an unearthly "Fairy" would easily pass on to another.

But, one shouldn’t speak ill of others.

Receiving benefits and still acting pretentious is not the conduct of a gentleman.

Feeling that an invisible and intangible change had indeed occurred in his mind, Chen Ping felt truly relaxed, more confident, and smiled, "This cultivation technique is indeed very useful, but there’s no need to force it. Let it be practiced as it comes naturally. The next things are very important. Everyone remember, whether or not we clear the Heaven-Reaching Tower, there’s no need to be disheartened. No matter what happens, you must maintain your original intention, do not forget your roots."

"Later, as we enter, we may not be in the same place, and even if we are, we may not be able to see each other."

"The soul is a very mysterious thing, once lost, it’s very troublesome. At such times, it’s hard for others to help. Whether or not opportunities can be gained isn’t too important, being able to retreat intact is good enough, remember not to be too greedy."

Chen Ping cautiously shared some pieces of memory he obtained from Tang Lin’er during Trace Origin and Steal Fortune, attributing them as information he scouted.

For instance, that in the Heaven-Reaching Tower, one must face the challenge of oneself.

For instance, any martial skill or cultivation technique used once will be immediately learned by the tower, making the next trial even harder to pass.

And then, in the memory, Tang Lin’er seemed to have done something that caused the Heaven-Reaching Tower to rise to the sky...seeming to have stirred up great trouble, ending with Tang Lin’er standing on the city wall, facing the dense, ocean-like pitch-black magical beasts scene, which also made Chen Ping uneasy.

What did he do?

Could it be that a careless choice could destroy this world?

These things are somewhat unclear.

Chen Ping could only be cautious, taking one step at a time, carefully choosing, never to follow in Tang Lin’er’s footsteps.

Otherwise, even if he obtained opportunities and broke through the Divine Martial Realm, he would be plagued by endless problems.

Otherwise, if even his homeland were destroyed, where else could he go?

So discussed and discussed.

Finally, they felt nothing was left out, and their bodies, under Chen Ping’s Cyan Wood Longevity True Qi, recovered to an optimal state. After exchanging blessings, they all stepped into the Heaven-Reaching Tower.

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Indeed, the prior worries were not unfounded.

In the end, they were still dispersed.

The power of the Heaven-Reaching Tower was beyond Chen Ping’s imagination.

A vast space lay before him.

The floor looked white like jade, but not quite like it, as Chen Ping discreetly pressed with his toe, discovering the white, smooth ground was simply unbreakable. No matter how forcefully he tried, he couldn’t even damage a hair of it.

Looking up at the ceiling, he saw the upper layer of the tower more than four feet above, depicting an endless starry river, the pattern unfamiliar, with no resemblance to any celestial phenomenon he remembered.

On the four walls were painted scenes of the secular world.

There were rivers, mountains, cities, people dressed in ancient attire, modern planes, trains, and floating objects with indecipherable names.

There were even bizarre creatures floating in the air, surrounded by glowing lights.

At the far end, a staircase wound upwards, blocked by a portal at the top.

Before Chen Ping could further study the interior of the tower, seven zhang ahead, a figure appeared.

The figure materialized from vague to clear, gradually revealing clear features.

With white robes, a jade-like face, and slanted flying brows, he looked incredibly approachable, making one’s heart happy at first sight, yet his brow carried a faint majesty, standing there with an air of overlooking all.

This person held a black broadsword, poised like a mountain, not even having made a move yet exuded an overwhelming aura, pressing on the spirit.

He could feel the overwhelming Qi and Blood like golden flames within the other’s body, suffocating.

"A master, a master, a great master."

Seeing this person, Chen Ping’s heart tightened, his nerves tensed, becoming vigilant.

Taking a closer look, isn’t that himself?

Then it’s fine.

’So, this is how I appear in others’ eyes.’

The feeling was totally different from looking into a mirror, a heavy pressure surged within his heart.

At this moment, Chen Ping remembered the Primordial Sect’s fifth-generation ancestor Han Lin and others, who might have cursed aloud when they first entered the tower.

Luckily, having some foresight, he already knew that on the Blood-Colored Wilderness, facing the sea of monsters, he couldn’t reveal his true strength.

Otherwise, encountering an equally powerful opponent who knew everything he did and thought, he wouldn’t know how to handle it.

"If you want to reach the second level, come on, kill me. As long as you can kill me, you have hope of obtaining boundless opportunities.

Otherwise, your soul will shatter, and you will be cast into the All Heavens Floating Map, and you’ll be in big trouble."

The white-robed, jade-crowned figure holding the sword beckoned with his finger, smiling as he spoke.

His expression indescribably provoking.

Clearly, one moment, he seemed to be joking with himself.

The next moment, without any warning, a sword cleaved through the wind, like the sky collapsing, roaring, crashing down.

Fast to the extreme, heavy to the extreme.

’Am I that nasty?’

Chen Ping was left speechless.

The cloned self was extremely troublesome to deal with.

From the moment it appeared, its momentum was overwhelming, taking the lead, with unexpected hostile moves.

Chen Ping was even more grateful that he had held back earlier, not allowing the Heaven-Reaching Tower to record all of his capabilities...

At this moment, he couldn’t afford to think about what Ji Mingyue, Han Xiaoru, and others were facing; he could only focus on the "enemy."

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