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"You only need to know that in the universe, physical strength is fundamental to combat, and all the Emperors share the same goal."
With just this one sentence, Emperor Yi dismissed Lian Yun. However, when Lian Yun returned to Lin City Fortress outside Xianyang City, Emperor Yi's voice echoed in his ears once more.
"You may use the Emperor's Flowing Nectar freely, without limit."
Anyone who had witnessed the Vermilion Bird Nirvana knew that Vermilion Bird Fire was the nemesis of Filth. From Emperor Yi's words, it was clear that the Eternal Emperor's purpose in establishing Yin Yang City was likely to obtain Filth, allowing the Vermilion Bird to gain nourishment and thus complete its Nirvana.
Initially, Lian Yun had planned to invite Xi Men Yu Ying to hunt some Filth in the polluted realm to experience the Emperor's Flowing Nectar a few more times. However, having received such privileges, he merely nodded silently without further comment.
After the Seventh Day, Yan and Cheng gathered around Lian Yun. Yan then took millions of Diamond Spirit Coins and tens of billions of White Spirit Coins to Yin City, where he made a surprising deal with Chiyou, Ghost Daozi, and Fei Sel.
In the end, Yan and Le did not write any Contract Document and forcefully left Yin City. Yan also visited Emperor Yi to inquire about how to merge the Three Golden Hairs with his main body. After receiving an answer, he returned with Le to meet Lian Yun.
With both the main body and the Three Golden Hairs gathered together, there was a moment of reflection.
They were originally one entity, always the same; no one had ever considered the need for independence. However, over the years, due to differing developmental paths, they had each acquired certain characteristics.
Now that they were to reunite as one, there was some reluctance; after all, separating from the main body and Three Golden Hairs had proven too convenient. The ability to simultaneously engage in four completely different tasks and witness entirely different landscapes was a feeling that lingered on.
Yet some things could not be measured by quantity. For instance, merging their souls was one of the ways Lian Yun could rapidly increase his Ultimate Emperor breakthrough speed. Thus, Lian Yun and the Three Golden Hairs were determined to reunite.
The individual sat in a secret chamber for three full nights, discarding many unnecessary attachments and thoughts. At a certain moment, the Three Golden Hairs suddenly disintegrated, leaving three golden strands on the ground. Lian Yun trembled as his flesh shook violently; his features contorted as his aura surged upward rapidly, soon nearing Half Emperor levels.
However, in Lian Yun's perception, the changes in his body were secondary; it was the turmoil within his mind that was most intense—like calm waters suddenly boiling over in a fierce tumult.
Previously vague forging techniques became clear all at once; vast sword techniques reached mastery level in an instant, and Sword Intent proliferated like mushrooms after rain.
Yet swordsmanship was fundamental to Lian Yun's combat style. Therefore, after grasping several difficult points in Forging Technique, he devoted himself entirely to comprehending swordsmanship. As a result, some sword techniques began to dissolve continuously, losing their Sword Intent.
It was a simple loss, not a complete merging into other sword techniques. However, the aura of swordsmanship emanating from Lian Yun did not diminish; instead, it became purer and more profound.
In the end, Lian Yun retained three thousand sword techniques, along with their corresponding three thousand Sword Intents.
At the moment he lost all sword techniques and Sword Intents except for these three thousand, the Three Thousand Swords technique instantly fused into one. The three thousand sword techniques merged as well, followed by the fusion of sword techniques and Sword Intent.
The newly formed Ten Thousand Sword Technique could be said to have been created in one breath.
"Let’s name the three sword techniques Starting Sword Style, Standing Sword Style, and Support Sword Style!"
"Raising the sword, standing the sword, supporting the sword... Hehe! Am I being too ambitious?"
Lian Yun smiled to himself, as he had yet to create these three styles. The Sword God Dongfang Yi had once said that if Lian Yun's Ten Thousand Sword Technique had a third style, it would rival the Sword Technique. Thus, Lian Yun directly thought of names for the fourth to sixth styles of Ten Thousand Sword Technique, indicating that his mastery of swords could far surpass the Sword Technique.
However, in the past, Lian Yun only had a vague concept of merging sword techniques within Ten Thousand Sword Technique; it could not be considered a true self-created sword technique. Therefore, he had not given a formal name to the moves he had created within Ten Thousand Sword Technique.
Among the remaining Three Thousand Swords techniques, although the Northern Yan Three Styles were created by Lin Beiyan, Lian Yun had long since extended them to seven styles. The intent and essence of the sword techniques had completely transformed, thus qualifying them as Lian Yun's self-created techniques. Additionally, only the Sword Control Technique and the drawing technique were not created by Lian Yun. This allowed Lian Yun to gain clarity and a clear definition of his own Ten Thousand Sword Technique.
Thus came the names for his sword techniques.
Although he had yet to create the three styles of Raising Sword, Standing Sword, and Supporting Sword, being able to conceive their names indicated that Lian Yun already had a clear intent for these three styles. For instance, Raising Sword represented the spiritual connection of Three Thousand Swords; Standing Sword represented the spiritual connection of Three Thousand Sword Intent...
All that was lacking was time.
After creating the three styles of Ten Thousand Sword Technique, he felt that everything was basically adjusted. Therefore, Lian Yun no longer wasted time and swallowed the white pearl given by Xi Men Yu Ying.
In an instant, Lian Yun felt as if a flame exploded in his abdomen, scorching his entire body—flesh and bones alike.
In that moment, Lian Yun's entire body trembled, and he nearly let out a wail of anguish.
However, the burning sensation in his body was nothing compared to the moment he felt his soul being consumed by flames. At that point, he couldn't help but let out a continuous muffled groan.
If Lian Yun had the presence of mind at that moment, he might have thought that Meng Yixuan, despite her cries and gasps back then, had shown remarkable resilience. After all, she was a woman and not yet at the King's Realm. Now, however, Lian Yun was a Peerless Monarch, and even he couldn't suppress his groans. One could only imagine the immense pain he was enduring.
The flame engulfing Lian Yun was compressed into a bead by Xi Men Yu Ying, giving it a powerful explosive quality. He felt as if his body were a field being plowed inch by inch, while his soul was being sliced away piece by piece.
At this moment, Lian Yun gritted his teeth, his face contorted in agony.
Yet, the aura emanating from him became increasingly pure; when the flames vanished, it reached an almost unremarkable level.
This could be described as a return to simplicity, drawing incredibly close to the level of Emperor Yi.
Such a gain made it worth enduring again; even if the pain multiplied a hundredfold, he would willingly bear it.
Aside from the grief of losing loved ones, he could withstand any degree of suffering.
(End of Chapter)
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