Chapter 1175 - 1174: Forging the Sword Soul

Sacred land, treasure pavilion!

At this moment.

It was the ninetieth day since Ye Qingchen began studying the sword manual.

"Zheng!"

A long, sword-like cry reverberated instantly through the void, lasting without cease.

The once ruined sacred land had long since returned to its original state. Upon hearing the sword cry, the ordinary members of the Su Race were no longer as astonished as they had been that day, simply glancing distantly into the depths of the sacred land before returning to their tasks.

As for the celestial immortals, upon hearing the sword cry, what appeared in their eyes was profound fear and shock.

"The master has gained new enlightenment!"

Su Qinhu gazed into the void, unable to restrain his amazement.

It's important to know.

When Ye Qingchen decided to seclude himself to study the mysterious sword manual, various celestial immortals showed varied reactions. But most were dismissive; this incomplete sword manual had existed within the Su Race for thousands of years, with no one ever able to comprehend it.

Many secretly hoped Ye Qingchen would lose his way, thus eliminating the need for them to act, believing this fierce god would self-destruct. Even Su Qinhu's three brothers held doubts.

But who would have thought, the result dealt them a loud slap in the face.

The sword manual completed the original version of the "Heaven-Repairing Fragment".

Ye Qingchen's Heaven Mending Dharma Aspect nearly reformed, transforming into a deity clad in majestic imperial robes, with its feet embodying time and space, as if existing since ancient times.

The most daunting aspect was.

This towering phantom was merely seven to eight zhang, holding the void in its right hand.

At first.

No one knew what the phantom's right hand was grasping. But with each sounding of the sword cry in the treasure pavilion, a shadow appeared in the void and merged into the phantom's right hand.

"The master is preparing to create a Sword Soul!"

Su Yeran, well-versed in Sword Dao, finally understood the significance of the towering phantom.

"What is a Sword Soul?"

Su Qinhu was puzzled.

"I don't know either!" Su Yeran shook her head, saying, "All I know is that it is a divine technique attainable upon mastering the Sword Dao to a certain level. Once the Sword Soul is forged, the master's power will rise to a new level!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was dumbfounded.

Previously, Ye Qingchen was already incredibly formidable, not only could Su Family's Three Saints do nothing to him, but even the Heaven and Earth Array couldn't suppress him. Now with Ye Qingchen's power leveling up again from its existing base, how terrifying would that be?

Su Qinhu could hardly imagine.

However.

Everyone felt mixed emotions, with Ye Qingchen's strength growing more formidable, it meant they would always be subservient to him, yet the underlying foundation revealed sent chills down their spines.

'If this Ye the Demon indeed keeps progressing, there may come a day he can't even be surpassed by celestial immortals, doesn't this mean our Su Race might also take a step further?'

Thinking of this, Su Qinhu grew more respectful.

However.

Just as everyone thought that this day would end like the previous ones, with the sword cry stopping shortly afterward, who would have predicted a dazzling sword rainbow suddenly rocketing out from the treasure pavilion, shooting straight into the sky like a comet striking the moon.

More shocking was.

The vast star sea suspended above the treasure pavilion at this moment was drawn in, transformed into countless threads, and poured into the phantom's hand, forming a dazzling sword akin to the Star River.

Simultaneously, the giant dragon-elephant surrounding the treasure pavilion coiled around the sword body like swallows returning to their nest.

"Boom!"

Instantly.

An overwhelming Sword Qi erupted from the treasure pavilion, sweeping across all directions almost instantaneously. The intensity of that Sword Qi made Su Qinhu, Su Nanxuan, and Su Tianhai pale in fright.

If an ordinary celestial immortal were to step into this region, they'd likely be torn to pieces by this ocean of Sword Qi within moments!

"What's happening?"

Everyone's face was filled with astonishment.

Not until the raging Sword Qi sea gradually calmed and dissipated, did everyone dare to move closer. When they approached, they found the area within a hundred miles centered around the treasure pavilion was leveled by Sword Qi, the surrounding ground covered with marks as if carved by knives and axes.

Upon entering the treasure pavilion, they found Ye Qingchen sitting cross-legged at the center.

In the vast treasure pavilion, whether it was Heavenly and Earthly Treasures or Profound Soldier treasures, everything was shredded. The successive protective barriers were filled with sword marks. It was as if two sword masters had battled here previously.

"Master!"

Su Qinhu approached respectfully.

Others also secretly sized up the young man in front of them, observing him sitting cross-legged, covered in various sword scars, each deep and bone-visible.

Three of these wounds were especially fatal, one at the waist, nearly cutting him in half. One on the chest, spanning half his torso. One on his face, nearly splitting his head, still bleeding.

If such injuries were on an ordinary person, they might be near death, if not dead.

Yet Ye Qingchen exuded vigor like a drawn divine sword, brimming with sharpness and dominating presence. Especially his eyes, fierce like the sun, just a casual glance could feel like steel needles piercing.

"Hmm!"

Ye Qingchen responded, casually asking:

"How long have I been in seclusion?"

"You have been in seclusion for three months!" Su Qinhu quickly and respectfully replied, hesitated momentarily before cautiously asking: "Master, your injuries..."

Ye Qingchen exhaled deeply, "Each word in the sword manual is like a sword, each character resembling a peerless swordsman. To comprehend the manual, naturally one must duel with them. These wounds I received while studying the sword manual!"

Everyone was silently surprised upon hearing.

Especially Su Yeran.

Originally, she had intended to try comprehending the sword manual herself after Ye Qingchen finished his seclusion. But seeing Ye Qingchen, seemingly demonic and wounded from studying the manual.

If she were in his place, she would likely end up like the sacred land's predecessors, with no bones left.

"Master, what about your injuries..." Su Qinhu was also greatly shocked.

"It's nothing!"

Ye Qingchen shook his head slowly.

During the study of the sword manual, the soul is where the greatest danger lies; with slight negligence, the soul could shatter, while physical wounds are the lightest. Yet with three months of intensive cultivation, not only did he comprehend the sword manual, he also forged a Sword Soul.

Additionally, his cultivation realm officially reached the Celestial Immortal Third Stage Peak.

Though he could forcefully enter the Celestial Immortal Fourth Layer, that would be a forced breakthrough, with unstable realm and a risk of regression. So without any hesitation, he abandoned the breakthrough.

"Heh heh!"

Seeing Su Qinhu and the celestial immortals of the Su Race scrutinizing him with suspicious eyes, Ye Qingchen chuckled softly, took a deep breath.

He watched as his bones and muscles swirled frantically, accompanied by crackling sounds, his hideous wounds scabbing over. With a casual wipe, the wounds healed as new.

Under the astonished gaze of all present, Ye Qingchen rose to his feet smoothly, his presence more intimidating. If the previous Ye Qingchen was a divine sword, now this divine sword was drawn:

"The primary goal of this seclusion has been achieved! Were the members of the Zhou Race invited?"

"Invited!"

Suppressing his overwhelming shock, Su Qinhu quickly answered.

"Is that so?"

Ye Qingchen clasped his hands behind his back, nodding slightly.