Is there any hope for me, who proposed to the world-destroying empress at the very beginning?

A place for people of the Yin-Yang Daoist sect to rest.

It was unusually quiet here. Everyone seemed to know that Daozi was not in a good mood, so they all sat upright, with only a few elders occasionally moving around.

The Yin-Yang Daoist, dressed in a black Daoist robe, closed his eyes to meditate, but a murderous intent permeated his heart.

During the trial, he deliberately lost to Su Liang in order to make Su Liang careless.

Of course, it can kill

Destroying his Dao heart would be the best course of action.

However, he did not expect that Su Liang was stronger than he had imagined.

It's even a bit outrageous!

Therefore, he became very wary and secretly told himself that this person absolutely could not be allowed to live.

Having made up his mind to kill Su Liang, Yin Yang Daozi suddenly opened his eyes, and the surrounding temperature instantly turned cold.

He still has a trump card to play, and he still has a chance!

We will definitely win when the time comes!

The atmosphere was heavy where the people of the Southern Underworld Holy Land were located.

Several elders gathered together, their brows furrowed with displeasure.

They thought that by sending out a Transcendent Realm expert, they would be absolutely certain of killing Su Liang, and then they could return to the Holy Land to report back.

Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes. Su Liang didn't die, but they lost a strong young fighter.

After all, he is a promising expert with profound knowledge, not an old man.

"I refuse to believe it! Is this Su Liang truly invincible?" a gray-robed elder said indignantly.

"What should we do now? Is Mu Qing just going to die for nothing?"

"Now that we're in the Nine Emperors Abyss, there's no longer a good opportunity to strike. Let's plan for the future..."

The gray-robed elder wanted to say something more, but in the end he shut his mouth, only looking at the square with resentment.

Another day.

After drinking the spiritual tea given by the goddess, whether it was a placebo effect or a powerful one, Su Liang's mind became clear and all the previous complicated details suddenly became clear.

And today.

This is the second round of trials, or you could say, an opportunity!

At this moment, An Mengyou had returned to the high platform in front of the Supreme Wind and Cloud Monument, and a group of people stood behind him.

"After the first round of assessments, the top twenty on the Fengyun Stele, please come forward."

An old man stepped out from behind the goddess and called out.

The old man carried a long sword on his back and possessed profound cultivation, making him no ordinary person.

Even so, he still dared not stand with An Mengyou.

People in the crowd walked toward the platform.

For example, Wu Zhentian, who possesses a powerful aura and a robust physique.

Chen Qingshui, carrying a blue longsword.

Ling Xuerong, whose every step is like a lotus blossom, and Mu Lianling, who is dignified and elegant.

Needless to say, these four people attracted a lot of attention, as did many other unfamiliar faces.

There is another person who is also talked about, and that person is Wu Buzhan.

He also carried a long sword, but his temperament was completely different from Chen Qingshui's, and his clothes were also somewhat worn out.

However, the sword intent surrounding him seemed to be no less than that of Chen Qingshui.

He was ranked exactly twentieth on the Supreme Monument, a fact that was widely discussed. Many people couldn't go up and could only watch from below.

The entire audience fell silent when Su Liang took the stage!

No one spoke up anymore.

They all remained silent.

I don't know how to talk about this monster, and I don't want to discuss it either—it's too disheartening!

Su Liang walked over, not noticing the strange looks from the others.

Beside him, Yunya stood gracefully, side by side with him.

I didn't say anything, I just quietly watched you.

But the more this happened, the more helpless Su Liang felt. He wasn't afraid of a woman being aloof; he was afraid of her being even more shameless than him.

"Kid, what are you afraid of?"

"This isn't some little girl; it's perfectly legal to seduce her. It's about the dignity of a villain—"

"roll!"

Fortunately, the awkwardness didn't last long.

On the stage, the old man carrying the sword spoke only after everyone had arrived:

"Please ascend the platform, everyone. The reward for the first round of assessment is the opportunity to observe the Endless Sword Diagram of my Long River Sword Sect!"

These words shocked everyone in the audience.

Even Wu Zhentian and the like, among the best of the younger generation, had a glimmer of light in their eyes upon hearing this.

Especially for sword cultivators like Chen Qingshui, being able to observe the Endless Sword Diagram of the Long River Sword Sect is the most beneficial!

The Changhe Sword Sect has a long history, and a thousand years ago it was the number one sect.

Each generation selects the strongest swordsman to be the Endless Sword Master.

On the day they are chosen, they will leave behind a trace of sword intent in the endless sword diagram!

Now, there are countless powerful sword intents within it.

If one can grasp even a fraction of this, it will greatly benefit one's attainment of the Tao!

Even those who are not sword cultivators can sense the power within, and those with comprehension can also gain something from it.

Those ranked outside the top twenty all had their eyes gleaming with envy, especially those practicing swordsmanship, who were sighing and lamenting.

Right now, I can only blame myself for not doing well enough and missing such a great opportunity...

The elder from the Long River Sword Sect spoke again:

"There is no time limit for this observation, but I must remind you all that the Endless Sword Diagram possesses its own spiritual energy."

"The sword intent within is myriad, all sharp and fierce. When you observe it, you must not linger or resist, otherwise you will inevitably be injured by the sword intent, damaging your foundation for cultivation."

“I understand!” someone replied.

Next, the old man took a step forward, made a sword seal with his left hand, and reached to his waist with his right hand, and a scroll appeared in his hand.

With a shake on the high platform, the scroll unfurled, revealing a long scroll that fell onto the platform.

The audience below the stage could not see the contents of the scroll, but although they could not look at it directly, they could still feel the sword intent within it.

A sudden gust of wind seemed to rise on the calm platform, and those who were closer to it suddenly felt a stinging pain in their cheeks.

He touched it and realized his face was covered in the sword image.

The sharp sword intent that swept out from the center cut open.

"We can feel the sword intent even before we look directly at it. If they go up on stage and experience that sword intent firsthand, they will probably gain a lot of insight!"

"That's true, but this sword intent is too sharp. The closer you get, the more dangerous it is. If you're not strong enough, you probably won't last long against this sword diagram."

"Everyone has their own destiny. I really want to go up and take a look, but unfortunately I can't..."

(Three thousand words, I won't cut corners, and I estimate it will exceed ten thousand today.)

Chapter 143 The Prodigy Comprehends the Sword Dao, While I Remain Sound Asleep (Fourth Update)

Twenty people walked up to the high platform under the gaze of everyone in the square and came to the sword painting.

The twenty people looked down and remained motionless, clearly immersed in the endless sword diagram.

Su Liang was stunned when he looked down and found that there was no picture on the Endless Sword Diagram. All he could see were densely packed words, some of which were ancient characters.

Most of those words don't have a deep meaning. All the sword masters of the past have left their sword intent on these words. Their sword energy is contained in each and every stroke.

Su Liang found it quite novel, so he watched it very attentively.

At this moment, the words became increasingly blurred, and instead seemed to appear before Su Liang as peerless swordsmen.

"This sword strike of mine is called 'Taking the Moon'..."

"My sword strike is called Starfall..."

"This sword strike will cleave Mount Cangshan..."

"This sword strike is a match for ten thousand men..."

"This sword strike will ignite a prairie fire..."

Countless sword moves, countless voices, and countless swords appeared simultaneously in Su Liang's mind.

He seemed to have grasped something, yet felt he hadn't grasped anything at all, entering a mysterious and wondrous realm.

Monks call it entering samadhi, while Taoists call it a spiritual journey.

For Su Liang, it was only a fleeting moment, but for the outside world, an incense stick's worth of time had passed.

Everyone in the audience was looking at the stage.

Half an hour later, one of them stepped back from in front of the Endless Sword Diagram. He first shook his head self-deprecatingly, and then bowed to the old man carrying the sword.

"I am Shi Gan. I have the pleasure of observing your sect's Endless Sword Diagram and comprehending one move!"

The old man simply nodded indifferently and then looked away from him.

The crowd below the stage was filled with envy. Being able to comprehend even one move from the Endless Sword Diagram would surely boost one's combat power significantly!

Next, several more people withdrew, most of whom were not skilled in swordsmanship. They each gained something, but not much, as they could not withstand the fierce sword intent or were rejected by the sword diagram, and had no choice but to retreat.