Swallowing the Stars: Heart of the Martial God

Chapter 102 Heaven-Slaying Form

A massive, black hand, obscuring the sky, materialized out of thin air.

The Void Handprint, carrying an aura of world-destroying power, slammed down towards the three Zerg Alliance Venerables.

Wherever it passed, space shattered like a broken mirror, producing a piercing sound.

The attacks of the three cosmic venerables were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, instantly crushed before this giant hand.

The Kawu Clan Venerable stared in terror at the rapidly descending giant hand, trying to dodge, but found that the surrounding space had already been sealed off, and his body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move.

The Shadowface Clan Venerable and the Riftwind Clan Venerable were in the same boat, their hearts filled with endless despair.

"A top-tier cosmic overlord!!"

"No! How could this be..." The Kawu Clan Venerable roared in despair.

However, before his voice had faded, a huge hand slammed down on them.

With a deafening "bang," as if the heavens and earth had collapsed, the bodies of the three cosmic venerables were instantly reduced to dust by this palm strike, leaving not a trace behind. Only their eyes, filled with fear and confusion before their deaths, seemed to remain frozen in this void.

All that remained were some valuable treasures he carried.

They never understood why, even in death, the three of them had attracted such a terrifying being to hunt them down for merely stealing two valuable treasures.

Ling Xuan expressionlessly collected the scattered treasures.

"As expected, the strong who are not from the peak races are all poor. What a pity." Ling Xuan shook his head. It was only because there were so many treasures on the Primordial Star that these alien universe venerables became rich.

According to Ling Xuan's assessment, the three Universe Venerables' most prized possessions were all their top-tier offensive treasures.

But now it all benefits Ling Xuan.

Zhou Heng's clone returned to the Broken Void Palace and controlled this precious palace, slowly traversing the towering mountains of the Primordial Star.

He focused his mind on cultivation, letting the Void Breaking Hall explore this vast land along its predetermined path.

In Ling Xuan's room at the AAA base of the Third Extraterrestrial Battlefield, Ling Xuan himself sat cross-legged, with a three-pointed double-edged sword lying flat in front of him.

The surrounding energy flowed slowly like water, forming a faint halo around the blade, but it split off three feet in front of him, as if there were an invisible barrier.

During this period, he always felt that the knife in his hand could not be perfectly integrated with his own aura. Every time he swung the knife, it was as if there was a thin veil between him and the blade. The power on the blade was clearly full, but when it landed, it always lacked three points of agility.

This has resulted in a persistent sense of stagnation in the creation of this secret method.

"If we keep grinding like this, I'm afraid we won't make any progress even after a thousand years." Ling Xuan rubbed his temples.

He gazed at the reflection of the blade on the stone wall of the secret chamber. The shadow swayed with the slight movement of the blade. Suddenly, he remembered the supreme battle blade in the Heavenly Eye. Although he could not touch it, the faint sword intent it emitted was engraved in his mind like a brand. Perhaps he could draw some inspiration from it.

With a thought, he sank his mind into the Heavenly Eye Space, gazing at the supreme treasure, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword, from afar.

It floated in the chaotic energy, the patterns on the blade flowing like a living thing, each edge seemingly containing the determination to split mountains and cleave seas, a vast and majestic sword intent spreading out, just a glance from afar made Ling Xuan's soul tremble slightly, as if he were on a battlefield where wild swords were dancing wildly, feeling both endless pressure and a strange sense of clarity.

If he weren't the original owner of the Heavenly Eye, he probably wouldn't even be able to see it.

He stared intently at the blade. The patterns on the blade were not chaotic, but rather formed a unique trajectory, like some ancient secret rune flowing. With each flash, a subtle yet extremely pure sword intent overflowed from it.

He simply imitated the flow of that sword intent at the level of his soul, guiding the energy within his body to flow through the precious sword in his hand. At first, he only found it obscure and difficult to understand. The energy within his body was incompatible with the sword intent he sensed in his mind, and the sword strikes he made were scattered and disordered, far removed from the natural perfection of that supreme sword intent.

As time passed, one day, he focused his mind on sensing the faint sharpness emanating from the treasured battle blade, trying to imitate that indomitable spirit in the precious weapon in his hand. As a result, the sword strike he swung was powerful but lacked variation, and it struck the distant stone wall directly, leaving only a shallow blade mark.

In the days that followed, Ling Xuan immersed himself in this special kind of enlightenment every day.

Every now and then, he would go into the virtual universe to fight against opponents set up by the Lord of False Gold, and then flip through a few imperial scriptures to comprehend them.
After countless days and nights, Ling Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of light like a blade in them.

"I see."

"This is the intent of the sword, unstoppable and invincible. With a single strike, both people and treasures are shattered."

Ling Xuan entered the virtual universe to verify the power of this strike.

The settings that the Lord of Virtual Gold made for him were based on his requirements.

The beginning is relatively simple, but the difficulty increases dramatically later on. The ultimate requirement is to create a supreme technique at the level of a cosmic overlord.

Defeating the first two thousand opponents would make his secret technique a peak technique of a cosmic lord; defeating all three thousand opponents would allow him to reach the level of the ultimate secret technique used by cosmic overlords.

Previously, Ling Xuan's progress was stuck above the 1565th opponent, which is roughly the peak secret technique commonly used at the limit of becoming a king.

It was a special life form, the Nightmare Beast, shrouded in a layer of dark purple demonic mist. One could vaguely see that its body was covered with sharp barbs, each of which was dripping with a strange purplish-black liquid and emitting a nauseating odor.

Holding the precious three-pointed double-edged sword, Ling Xuan held his breath and focused his mind, circulating the energy of the supreme battle sword. He felt the energy within his body flowing through his meridians, passing through his arm and into the sword, several times smoother than usual.

The blade trembled slightly, as if it couldn't wait for battle.

"Come!" he shouted, his figure shooting out like an arrow, the heavy weapon in his hand drawing a sharp arc in front of him, bringing with it a whistling wind, heading straight for the Dark Nightmare Beast.

At first, his moves were still a bit clumsy, but whenever the Dark Nightmare Beast swung its giant claws or spewed out demonic mist to attack, the vague outline of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword, a treasure, became clearer and clearer in his mind.

Ling Xuan twisted his wrist, and the sword's momentum suddenly changed. The originally fierce slash was now infused with a touch of agile skill, much like the unique sharpness of a three-pointed double-edged sword. It possessed both an indomitable momentum and a hidden killing move.

As he fought, he constantly adjusted his sword techniques, integrating the essence he had gleaned from the Emperor's Scripture with his rudimentary understanding of the supreme sword intent. Gradually, his swordplay became increasingly fluid, as if he had merged with the precious three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand.

A stunning flash of light appeared, and the once invincible Dark Nightmare Beast, which had blocked Ling Xuan for so long, was instantly torn apart by the blade's light.

凌轩开始不断挑战下一个对手，1566，1567……1706……1855……1933……

His swordsmanship began to improve at an alarming rate.

Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye. Ling Xuan continued to imitate the sword intent on the "Heavenly Blade" within the Heavenly Eye to unleash his own swordsmanship.

Ling Xuan finally met his 2000th opponent, and his imitation of the Heavenly Blade's intent became more and more skillful.

On this day, Ling Xuan faced his two-thousandth opponent, a unique and extraordinary life form, Dao Yan, and charged forward.

The blade shone brightly, as if countless stars were gathering within it, and the patterns on the blade also lit up, resonating with the aura within his body.

"Heaven-Slaying Technique - Shattering Illusion!"

This move, "Breaking Illusion," is a brand-new technique he created by combining his rough understanding of the "Heavenly Blade" sword intent with the essence of the Imperial Scripture.

(End of this chapter)