Chapter 700 The Holy Emperor's Notes

700 Holy Emperor's Notes

In an instant, it was as if spiritual energy, like Mount Tai, pressed down on his head, surging in wildly. At this moment, Sword Dao One seemed to become the hub of spiritual energy interaction, absorbing endless spiritual energy.

Amidst the surging yet seemingly gentle flow, the swordsman's mind focused intently on the moment, and spiritual energy frantically flowed through the mysterious acupoints around his body, with various sword energies swirling around him.

Like a chosen one of heaven and earth, with a transparent sword heart, a born sword talent!

His body was surrounded by strange sword phenomena!

The sword intent surged, transforming into countless brilliant sword lights that crisscrossed like a galaxy, with thousands of rays of light hanging down, and a patch of starlight enveloping his body within a three-foot radius.

The sword light flashed, containing boundless sword intent, and countless sword intents cheered and rejoiced.

At this moment, Jian Daoyi's soul and spirit interacted, as if he could see parts of his own soul, meridians, and acupoints. He seemed to become an external person, watching the spiritual energy automatically circulate and impact within his body.

Suddenly, I felt the acupoints in my spiritual aperture slowly opening.

At this moment, spiritual energy seemed to merge with the sword, transforming into a sword. Wherever the sword's edge pointed, the sword became the sharpest sword in the world, pointing straight to the sky, unstoppable.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

As Jian Daoyi's spirit and mind slowly returned, he immediately felt the spiritual energy within his body cascading down from the sky like a thousand-foot waterfall.

The meridians, bones, and soul of the whole body seemed to be roaring, with a sound that shook the heavens and the earth.

It cleanses one's soul until it is crystal clear and radiant.

The spiritual energy surged wildly within his body, like a torrent, sweeping away all obstacles. The burly man was soaked through like rain, and the path of swordsmanship was expanded to an unprecedented level.

At this moment, all the sword techniques he had used in the past were suddenly unified, and strange phenomena continued to appear around him.

Kendoichi seemed to have touched a door to a higher level, and the path was now faintly visible.

He felt as if he were standing high in the heavens, experiencing an unprecedented surge of power within his body. This power, like a dragon ascending to the sky, broke through the clouds and propelled the sword path towards an endless, higher peak.

Around him, sword energy transformed into grass, only to vanish in an instant.

Swordsman I was so engrossed in this that he completely forgot himself!

Within the royal city, the city was brightly lit, but deep within the palace, a different scene unfolded.

The eldest prince, of noble birth, has recently become intoxicated by the gentle charms of palace maids, favoring several beauties in succession.

They seemed to be so engrossed in this moment of pleasure that they forgot their responsibilities and duties as members of the royal family.

However, all the palace maids who were favored by the eldest prince more than twice were secretly sent to the depths of the palace and disappeared without a trace, never to appear in public again.

They should be living a life free from worries about food and clothing, enjoying the peace and tranquility of the world.

As night deepened, the moonlight, like water, spilled onto the glazed tiles of the palace, turning the white jade floor into a silvery expanse.

The eldest prince gazed at the moon, his eyes growing calmer and colder.

As he felt his cultivation level steadily increasing, the obscure Martial Emperor Illusion also grew stronger. However, the path to becoming a Martial Emperor remained unseen.

He whispered, "I am not wrong. Becoming the Martial Emperor is our primary goal now, and it would be a blessing for the people of the capital and the entire world."

A beautiful young woman slowly entered the Crown Prince's palace.

Her eyes held a hint of fear mixed with a touch of joy; to be favored by the prince was truly the greatest honor.

The most important night of one's life, the fate of the entire family rests on one person.

The eldest prince looked at her; she was a beautiful woman with delicate features and a trace of cultivation. He was quite impressed, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

He waved for the eunuch to leave, leaving the two of them alone.

Spring breeze, several times

The eldest prince was immersed in this brief moment of joy and pleasure.

The moonlight, as clear as water, becomes increasingly beyond human control.

The sleeping beauty's hair was already half white, and her once delicate features were now slightly aged.

A sense of peace settled over him; 'There will always be some sacrifices!'

Now, accepting it calmly feels even more urgent.

He opened the door, waved his hand, and the little eunuch quickly wrapped the person up and took him away.

Feeling a slight increase in the power of darkness, he felt a mixture of satisfaction and impatience, thinking to himself, 'It's still too slow.'

Seeing the young eunuch leave quickly as if he hadn't seen her, she was already completely unfazed by the matter.

Seeing the white hair disappear rapidly without a sound, he felt a slow sense of satisfaction, a hint of fierce contempt in his eyes, and thought to himself, 'Out of sight, out of mind. Once I become a Martial Emperor, hmph!'

A glint of greed flashed in the eldest prince's eyes. He remained silent, lost in thought, as if pondering some important question.

He thought to himself, 'I've heard that the Sect Leader Shan is incredibly beautiful and his cultivation has reached the Martial Emperor realm. I can't wait to see him.'

A hint of regret flashed in his eyes. "The treasure trove is full of elixirs and medicines. My true energy has reached the peak of the Martial Emperor realm, but it is still extremely difficult to break through to the Martial Emperor realm."

What am I missing?

Recalling the notes left by his father, those few words, though seemingly insignificant, recorded countless insights and reflections. They were something countless Martial Emperors coveted. A thought flashed through his mind: 'Probably including that Sect Leader Shan.'

But he himself repeatedly perused the book, hoping to find the key to breaking through Emperor Wu's defenses, but each time he found something that seemed far from the real answer. He didn't understand, he didn't understand.

The breakthrough of a Martial Emperor cannot be explained in words, but can only be understood through spiritual insight. If one understands through spiritual insight but does not comprehend it, then one is not destined to succeed.

It felt like an invisible constraint, an insurmountable chasm.

If innate talent constrains Martial Kings and Martial Emperors, then what constrains Martial Emperors and Martial Saints?

After the eldest prince, Wu Huang, he repeatedly studied the notes left by his father, hoping to find a clue, even the slightest revelation.

But in those few strokes of the pen, the words are always vague, as if some mysterious force is preventing them from being revealed.

It seems that the Holy Emperor has already explained the method to the fullest extent, and has made it very clear in just a few strokes. It's just that the eldest prince's talent may still not be enough!

The illusion created by secretly circulating a wisp of black demonic energy within his body seemed to have grown stronger and closer to reality.

It seems that he is already on the path to breaking through to the Martial Emperor realm, but he still needs more food!

Involuntarily, the image of Meng Queyi came to mind: 'Those who betray you will not live well!'

He gently stopped thinking about the woman who had betrayed him.

Instead, his mind was filled with the information his subordinates had gathered, which was also one of his future targets: Master Shan.

Her stunning beauty and martial arts prowess had deeply attracted him, and his desire to possess her was irresistible.

A strong feeling welled up inside me, as if this was the path I was meant to take.

Thinking of the 'one' left by his father, he thought to himself, 'If I just keep moving forward according to my heart, will I be able to become the Martial Emperor?'

Yes, yes, that must be it.

This is my path; some sacrifices are necessary.

With unwavering resolve, a hint of madness, and a touch of longing, he was drawn to the leader of the sect, who had lived longer than himself and was a prodigy from the same era as his father.