?38: Chapter 37 Illusion Realm Sword Intent 38: Chapter 37 Illusion Realm Sword Intent The stele bore faint traces of runes, barely discernible without close attention.

    “This is…” Lin Xuan examined it carefully, yet he realized he couldn’t recognize the runes.

    “These should be ancient characters, probably uncommon nowadays,” spoke Lord of Wine suddenly.

    “Drunken Uncle, you know ancient characters?” Lin Xuan was surprised.

    “You aren’t from the ancient era, are you?”

    Lord of Wine did not answer Lin Xuan’s question but said in a grave tone, “The characters are merely a tool, the true essence lies in those spiritual thoughts, ponder on them intently.”

    Hearing Lord of Wine’s words, Lin Xuan also put away his smiling face and earnestly sensed the information left on the stele.

    Suddenly, a chilling cold emanated from the stele, enveloping the sky and earth.

    Lin Xuan felt his soul tremble as though a weak ant facing a supreme king.

    In the next moment, the scenery changed drastically—endless seas of blood and mountains of corpses, dragon bones thousands of feet long, human bones hundreds of feet tall, and giants howling up at the sky…

    It was as if he had arrived in the Ancient Era.

    Lin Xuan shuddered, his face pale as he stepped back.

    “It must be an illusion!” Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

    “What did you see?” Lord of Wine asked.

    “Endless seas of blood and a vast expanse of white bones,” Lin Xuan still felt terrified.

    “Ah, no matter how many divine skills you have, in the end, it’s nothing but a pile of white bones,” Lord of Wine said somewhat sadly.

    “Why did they all die, these supreme beings?” Lin Xuan couldn’t understand.

    Within the Mysterious Small Sword, Lord of Wine sat lazily under a barren tree, holding a red wine gourd in his hand, his black hair fluttering like an immortal, yet his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life.

    “Who in this world can live forever?

    It’s just self-deceit,” Lord of Wine’s voice sounded lonely.

    Lin Xuan shifted his position and touched another stele.

    This time, there were no illusions.

    Undeterred, he continued to touch the steles until, at the seventh one, he felt an ancient air again.

    A figure as towering as a god demon, face unclear, was battling a group of demons with double wings on their backs and a single horn on their heads. Sёar?h the Novёl?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    These demons wielded blood-colored spears, stirring the winds and clouds, overwhelming the sky as they surged toward the god-like man.

    The man swung out a single sword, and the entire void seemed cleaved, shattered into countless pieces.

    All the demons were slashed in two by this sword.

    Lin Xuan withdrew from that illusion, remaining silent.

    The sword he had just witnessed was too shocking; he felt that was the true essence of the Sword Dao.

    He sensed there was something special within that sword, but as to what it was, he did not know.

    “Eh, this Sword Intent…” From within the Mysterious Small Sword, Lord of Wine revealed a surprised expression, “Little Xuanzi, trigger that stele again, remember, relax your mind, don’t resist!”

    Following the instructions, in the next moment, Lin Xuan felt his head boom, and then the surrounding environment changed drastically.

    On the ancient land full of vicissitudes, countless terrifying cracks crisscrossed.

    The sky, like shattered glass, was split into dark clefts, behind which was endless darkness.

    Millions of demons were sliced in half, and from the four corners of the world, four Mysterious Persons in Black Armor slowly approached a tall man at the center.

    These four were too terrifying.

    With every step, they left a black hole in the void until the entire sky collapsed.

    Yet, the tall man stood proudly, his body radiating light, like an invincible Immortal King.

    Indeed, invincible.

    That tall man merely swung one sword, not considering the four terrifying Mysterious Persons at all.

    With one swing, everything between heaven and earth blurred.

    Lin Xuan kept retreating as if he could not withstand this Sword Intent.

    Inside the Mysterious Small Sword, Lord of Wine had a solemn face, his eyes dimming stars, constantly evolving the move he had just seen.

    After a long while, everything returned to calm.

    Lin Xuan regained consciousness.

    Although he had not broken through, he felt his strength had increased significantly, a feeling mysterious and indescribable.

    “This, is this Sword Intent?” Lin Xuan couldn’t think of any words to describe it.

    “Exactly, it is Sword Intent,” Lord of Wine returned to his usual demeanor, “Little Xuanzi, you are lucky to encounter this kind of Sword Intent, comprehend it well, do not waste this fortune.”

    Excitement shone in Lin Xuan’s eyes; it was indeed Sword Intent, far superior to Jiang Yulong’s Sword Force.

    If he could comprehend the Sword Intent, his future achievements would be limitless.

    Since Lin Xuan couldn’t leave anyway, he drew his fine steel sword and began practicing the Second Layer of the Thunder Move Sword Technique, which has a Sword Skill for each Layer, like the Unity Sword for the First Layer, and for the Second Layer, it was called Thunder God’s Fury.

    Actually, the hardest part of the Thunder Move Sword Technique was the First Layer, because it required mastering that power.

    Once a Martial Artist grasped it, the rest became much simpler.

    Lin Xuan swung his longsword, his movements as swift as thunder.

    Perhaps influenced by what he had just witnessed, his sword movements seemed smoother than before, and when he tried to imitate that god-like man, his longsword’s power seemed to increase.

    This change delighted him, so he decided to feel it once more.

    But when he placed his hand on the stele again, nothing happened.

    “Don’t waste time, this Sword Intent is not complete, and it’s already imprinted in your mind,” explained Lord of Wine.

    Lin Xuan closed his eyes to recall and could indeed see the tall man’s sword movement clearly again.

    He replayed it over and over.

    In the end, all the sword moves disappeared, leaving only the tall man.

    And Lin Xuan’s only sensation at that moment was invincibility!

    “The belief in invincibility…” Lin Xuan murmured, “With a sword in hand, I am invincible, without a longsword, I am still invincible!”

    “Didn’t expect you to realize all this,” Lord of Wine gave a delighted smile, “Sword techniques are secondary, what’s most important is having an invincible heart.”

    “An invincible heart.” A glow gradually appeared in Lin Xuan’s eyes, yet he was still unaware of how much this encounter would affect his destiny in the future.

    The concept of Mental Realm is profound and mysterious; some might comprehend it at once, while others might never understand it in their lifetime.

    Lin Xuan had gained some insights, yet could not fully comprehend them; however, as he grew, the seed of invincibility would eventually sprout within him.

    As naturally as water flows to a channel, he completed the Second Layer of the Thunder Move Sword Technique.

    Lin Xuan’s Cultivation remained at the Fourth-stage of Congealing Veins, yet his strength had almost doubled.

    “It’s time for a breakthrough.” Lin Xuan put away his longsword.

    His Fifth Spiritual Vein had already loosened from the recent bouts of intense battles, and he was ready to break through at any moment.