Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 237, The Assessment Begins

Seated upright on the bed, Chu Ming first took out the Memory Compass of a Guiyuan Realm First Layer Swordsman.

His spiritual sense sank into it, and Chu Ming’s perception darkened. By the time he reacted, he was already standing on a spacious arena.

Chu Ming glanced to both sides and saw two black-clad Demon Dao Martial Artists standing on either side of the platform. The scene was exactly the same as what Chu Ming had observed in the arena, immersing him completely.

On the left was a middle-aged swordsman with a stern expression and sharp eyes like an eagle. He held a Blood Sword in his hand, which emitted a faint glow.

On the right was an unruly old man, with gray hair and black sand residue on his face. His aura was as deep as the ocean, and his fingers flexed with a sharp edge.

Boom!

As Chu Ming was momentarily stunned, the two men simultaneously made their move. The Blood Sword in the middle-aged swordsman’s hand was like a beam of blood light, directly thrusting towards the unruly old man, causing the surrounding air to explode and gusts of wind to sweep wildly around.

The unruly old man formed a claw with his right hand, fiercely grabbing towards the blood light ahead. His entire hand turned a crystalline color, and clumps of spiritual power dripped from his palm.

Clang!

A golden clash sounded. With his sharp eyesight, Chu Ming could clearly see sparks flying from where the two collided.

Boom!

In an instant, the swordsman’s sword momentum changed. Amidst the wind waves, it pierced towards the old man’s face. The sword light flashed like a horizontal chain, disappearing just as quickly.

"Blood-breaking Claw!"

The old man’s hand gesture changed, and his right claw suddenly shot out three inches of blood-red light, piercing the air and grabbing directly towards the swordsman’s Sword Body with forceful wind!

Pfft!

The swordsman’s Blood Sword was immediately blocked, unable to advance even an inch, causing the space to ripple slightly.

"Slaughter!"

The black-clad swordsman’s eyes turned pitch-black. With a light flick of his right hand, the Blood Sword flew out of his hand, transforming into a red blood light that flew around the old man.

Swish!

The old man hadn’t yet reacted when a streak of red sword light suddenly appeared behind him, directly piercing through his chest, causing blood to flow out.

The space shifted, and Chu Ming’s spiritual sense withdrew. By the time he reacted, he was back in the inn.

Whoosh!

Chu Ming let out a light breath, his eyes showing a hint of emotion. The black-clad swordsman’s final Slaughter Sword Technique wasn’t very powerful, but it was unpredictable, especially effective in moments when one’s guard was down, almost unfailingly successful.

However, in terms of mystique, Chu Ming’s Flying Fire Blade might be slightly inferior, but the Meteor Sword could match it.

In his mind, he continuously simulated the black-clad swordsman’s final sword move, as if playing a slideshow repeatedly.

Slaughter tests a swordsman’s wrist flexibility and eyesight. Only with a flexible wrist can the sword be truly thrown, and only with exceptional eyesight can one find the right moment. Both elements are indispensable.

It wasn’t until Chu Ming truly internalized the insights in his mind that he immersed his spiritual sense back into the Memory Compass. He wasn’t trying to re-master the Sword Technique but to deepen his understanding of the Sword Dao.

Whether it’s Sword Technique or Sword Intent, both are based on one’s comprehension of the Sword Dao. Only with profound understanding of the Sword Dao can one effortlessly create and use Sword Techniques.

With each view, Chu Ming’s mind was like a precise instrument, extracting and integrating useful insights from the black-clad swordsman’s techniques into his own Sword Dao.

A Memory Compass can only be viewed three times. After viewing it three times, Chu Ming still felt unsatisfied. Each view brought new insights, perhaps this is what they mean by reviewing the old and learning the new.

Taking out the second Memory Compass, Chu Ming continued his enlightenment. The black-clad swordsman in the first compass had comprehended Slaughter Sword Intent, while the swordsman in the second compass had comprehended Void Sword Intent.

Chu Ming had already comprehended Slaughter Sword Intent, so watching it was smooth. However, Void Sword Intent was an entirely new domain for him, making it seem hazy and unclear as he watched.

In the scene of the Memory Compass, the swordsman who had comprehended Void Sword Intent killed his opponent with just three strikes!

The three strikes seemed ordinary, but each time a strike was made, the space would ripple as if silently accumulating power. By the third strike, the dazzling sword light would engulf the space almost instantly.

After watching it three times in a row, Chu Ming still had no clues regarding Void Sword Intent. But this was normal. Even though Chu Ming had comprehended two types of Sword Intent, comprehending another type was still immensely challenging. Hoping to comprehend it just by watching the Memory Compass was sheer fantasy!

In the third Memory Compass, the Guiyuan Realm Third Layer Martial Artist had comprehended Immortal Sword Intent, which had reached Tier Four. Compared to his cultivation, his achievement in the Sword Dao was quite remarkable.

"Immortal Wind Shadow!"

In the Memory Compass, the White-clothed Swordsman’s longsword instantly transformed into countless wind streams, moving back and forth in the space, containing both immortality and indestructibility.

"Death Demon Fist!"

His opponent was also extraordinary. The iron tower-like figure threw a punch, instantly producing multiple fist shadows. The Death Fist Intent filled the entire space, conflicting with the Immortal Sword Intent.

However, the immortality of wind was pervasive and inexhaustible. In just an instant, all the fist shadows were cut down, and the iron tower-like body turned into a sieve, with blood flowing profusely.

Among the three Memory Compasses, the White-clothed Swordsman in the third compass had the deepest understanding of the Sword Dao. Even Chu Ming felt inferior, and it was precisely because of this that Chu Ming could truly learn from it.

For five consecutive days, Chu Ming stayed in his room, carefully comprehending the remnants of the Sword Dao in the three Memory Compasses, significantly deepening his understanding of the Sword Dao. He felt as if there was a thin membrane before him, hindering his progress.

At this time, Zhu Qianqiu and Xu Yibai returned.

"Prepare yourselves. The assessment of the Celestial Travel Sect will start tomorrow. Rest well today. We set off tomorrow!"

In the main hall, Zhu Qianqiu solemnly addressed the numerous young talents.

"Yes!"

At this moment, the young people were all sharpening their knives, eager to try. Since they had the courage to participate in the Inner Sect assessment of the Celestial Travel Sect, they naturally had extreme confidence in their abilities. Otherwise, they would only be asking for ridicule!

In the evening, back in his room, Chu Ming did not sleep. Instead, he held a Middle Grade Spirit Stone and entered a cultivation state. Regardless of what he did, strength was always the most important. Only strength guaranteed his survival!

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