The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 304 - 270: The Origin of the Dao Scripture

Chapter 304: Chapter 270: The Origin of the Dao Scripture

Chu Huaixu looked at the scene before him, feeling a bit puzzled inside.

In the current picture, the world seemed to have been put on pause.

Only the Dao Ancestor was continuously practicing swordsmanship.

Chu Huaixu wasn’t in a hurry at all, he carefully observed from the side.

Then, he discovered something quite interesting.

"Actually, is he just repeating?"

"Or rather, am I just watching a replay right now?"

At first, he thought everything around him was frozen, with only the Dao Ancestor tirelessly practicing swordplay.

But he later found that after completing an entire set of swordsmanship, each subsequent move was identical to the previous, with no difference whatsoever.

This wasn’t the point, after all, if one possesses incredibly precise control over their body, it is achievable.

Even the way the hem of the robe fluttered was unchanged.

Even each strand of hair swayed in exactly the same way.

This means that Chu Huaixu was actually watching a "replay" of the scene all along.

"So, what is the purpose of this?"

After watching for a while, Chu Huaixu’s heart thought moved, and he began to attempt to practice along.

The swordsmanship taught by the Observatory Master was overly simple.

Its nature was almost identical to those elderly men and women practicing swordplay in the park.

Chu Huaixu learned it with great ease.

Before long, he could gracefully complete the entire set.

As soon as he finished the last move, a sudden gust of wind rose.

This wind blew from afar, scattering every scene in front of him.

Soon, everything around quickly dispersed with the wind.

Chu Huaixu was once again plunged into darkness.

For this journey, he began to have some faint guesses in his heart.

Meanwhile, Han Shuangjiang’s progress was similar to his.

She quickly realized that the scene before her was constantly repeating.

After she mimicked by using her finger as a sword and practiced here, she also fell into endless darkness once again.

....

....

About half an incense stick’s time later, the scene of dawn breaking and the sun rising appeared before the two once more.

The darkness began to be dispelled, except the scene before them was no longer inside Junzi Temple.

This was a cave, or rather, it was an Inheritance Secret Realm.

A young Daoist dressed in a Daoist robe was sitting cross-legged.

Beside him lay the standard Black Wood Sword from Junzi Temple.

Except the sword scabbard was intact, but the sword had broken into two pieces.

Chu Huaixu had heard from Li Chunsong that the Dao Ancestor had always carried only the sword scabbard after the wooden sword broke.

A common sword scabbard accompanied him for decades, and it was nurtured into a Super Grade Spiritual Artifact.

"So it seems, the wooden sword broke in this cave?"

In front of the young Daoist, a bamboo scroll was unfurled, and there was also a secret manual beside it.

Chu Huaixu went over to take a look.

The cover of the secret manual had four large characters: "Wind-Chasing Swordsmanship."

But he couldn’t look into its content, because he couldn’t touch the manual; everything was just an illusory image.

The bamboo scroll at this moment was spread on the ground, so he squatted down to read its content.

As a result, the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed.

"Isn’t this the first volume of the Dao Scripture?"

"But it’s not the same."

"Precisely speaking, it’s only a prototype, a half-finished product."

Chu Huaixu had already thoroughly studied the Dao Scripture volumes 1-3, so he could recognize it at a glance.

He looked at the young Daoist who was meditating and cultivating, and couldn’t help but mutter, "Is he trying to complete it himself?"

He remembered clearly that the records in the Daoist Sect described how the Dao Ancestor had accidentally obtained a Nameless Technique during his youth.

The elder had never named it, but later generations respectfully called it the Dao Scripture.

"So the Dao Ancestor actually obtained a half-finished technique and then started practicing blindly on his own?" He speculated.

Because Chu Huaixu glanced at the content on the bamboo scroll, it definitely couldn’t produce Spiritual Power.

He directly sat cross-legged beside the young Daoist, observing him closely.

He could tell that the body beneath this Daoist robe seemed quite solid.

After a while, the young Daoist suddenly let out a miserable scream.

The heartrending scream echoed throughout the cave.

If others heard it, they would probably think he made a mistake while completing the technique, falling into demonhood.

But standing here was Chu Huaixu.

Listening to the scream, he immediately understood:

"It’s done!"

Because he was too familiar with such screams.

When he first embarked on the path of cultivation, he often made such sounds. Xiaoxu, whom he took along to cultivate the Supreme Divine Skill, was the same.

—There’s no body refining without shouting.

Just thinking that this person later became the Dao Ancestor, he suddenly felt that the scream was so charming, so pleasant.

"It seems that the Dao Ancestor also screamed in pain while cultivating."

Chu Huaixu laughed heartily from the side, lasting for a while, and he even laughed out loud.

After a while, the young Daoist calmed down, gasping for air.

As the pain subsided, he uttered with a voice tinged with joy and excitement, "Did I succeed?"

"This senior had the wrong approach from the start," the young Daoist said aloud.

"Only with Inner and Outer Cultivation can one succeed."

Chu Huaixu listened to these words from the side, then lowered his head to glance at the content on the bamboo scroll.

"The bamboo scroll is only a half-finished version of the first volume of the Dao Scripture."

"So, the subsequent realms’ techniques... were all deduced and self-created by the Dao Ancestor?"

The young Daoist stood up from the ground, began to stretch his muscles, adapting to the enhanced physique.

Chu Huaixu glanced at his waist.

The Black Bead pendant was no longer hanging from his waist but had already been attached to the sword scabbard. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

After a while, the young Daoist picked up the manual and started flipping through it standing.

Chu Huaixu walked directly behind him, leaned forward to look, and followed along.

He watched while commenting out loud, "This only has the level of a Yellow Level Technique, and it’s among the worse ones too."

But the Daoist was focused and attentive in his reading.

From time to time, he would even raise his left hand slightly gesturing in the air.

After reading it once, he couldn’t help but speak, "It’s really simple."

Judging by his posture, he seems to have learned it?

The young Daoist put the secret manual on the ground, then picked up the broken Black Wood Sword and began practicing in the cave.

"Really, did he just learn it directly?" Chu Huaixu wondered to himself while watching from the side.

Then, everything around froze again.

Originally, Chu Huaixu could still hear a bit of wind, but even that stopped.

Only the Dao Ancestor continued to practice swordsmanship.

The first time is unfamiliar, the second time is easier.

"Let’s learn along." Chu Huaixu said to himself.

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