I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 228 - 191: Void Sword Pill

Rewind to three months earlier, at the two thousandth step of Taiyue Divine Peak, Master Shi Fang’s footsteps finally came to a halt.

He propped his hands on his knees, gasping for breath, beads of sweat as big as beans rolling down his cheeks, hitting the greenish-black stone steps and instantly evaporating into white mist under the sword pressure.

His mana surged violently like boiling water, but still couldn’t resist the heavy pressure emanating from the stone steps.

That pressure, like a tangible mountain, pressed firmly on his shoulders, making every step he took feel like his bones were creaking.

Climbing these steps, cultivation was not the main factor. In fact, the higher the cultivation, the more disadvantageous it was, because the sword pressure would rise accordingly.

To stride up the steps briskly, insights into Sword Dao, Sword Heart, and Sword Intent were the key.

"I can’t go any further... Going up any more, I’m afraid the sword pressure will shatter my meridians."

Master Shi Fang chuckled bitterly, slowly straightened up, and wiped the sweat from his brow.

Just then, he suddenly felt a faint gleam emerging from within him. This gleam didn’t come from the outside world but emitted from the depths of his own divine soul, like a dormant seed finally breaking through the earth.

At the same time, his talismanic Daoist power intertwined with this gleam, seemingly promoting each other.

"This is... a sign right before Sword Heart Condensation!"

Chen Xihua recognized the familiar aura and immediately understood.

He didn’t expect that the sword pressure and Sword Dao insights on this path could allow Master Shi Fang, who hadn’t realized Sword Heart for hundreds of years, to almost step into the threshold this time.

Master Shi Fang laughed heartily, patting Chen Xihua on the shoulder, his eyes full of excitement:

"Xihua, it seems you are more suited for this path than I am! You continue to climb."

"I’ll head to the Sword Grinding Cliff to try my luck— with such a foundation, finding Sword Heart Bamboo and realizing Sword Heart, nurturing Sword Intent, is a certainty!"

As he spoke, he took out a talisman from his storage ring, stuck it on himself, and a faint spirit light emanated, barely withstanding the sword pressure. He turned and walked towards the fork leading to Sword Grinding Cliff, his figure quickly disappearing into the clouds and mist.

Chen Xihua watched his silhouette, took a deep breath, and turned to continue climbing.

The sword pressure from the stone steps grew heavier, each step felt like trudging through mud. His silver-white sword robe was already soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his body.

Meanwhile, a continuous stream of Sword Dao insights flowed into his mind like a stream, making the previously obscure sword techniques become clear and understandable. The Sword Intent he hadn’t fully mastered before was gradually condensed under the grinding of the sword pressure.

"This path to the peak might be the greatest opportunity of Taiyue Divine Peak."

He thought to himself, gritting his teeth, inching upwards, wanting to see where his limits lie.

He kept going for three months.

Every time he was about to give up, his vision darkening, a mysterious force would spontaneously burst from the Sword Pill within his dantian.

That force carried a faint aura of void, like a refreshing spring, instantly dispelling fatigue, allowing him to reopen his eyes and take a step forward.

The Sword Dao insights pouring into his head were quickly absorbed with the help of this force. His Sword Heart reached perfection, and his Sword Intent honed to its peak, even undergoing a qualitative transformation.

In a single thought, the Heaven and Earth Magical Power in his body circulated with his sword intent, forming an invisible Sword Intent Domain. Anything that stepped into this domain would be cut by the sharp Sword Qi— this was the "Sword Intent Formation"!

This was a technique that only a Nascent Soul Sword Monarch could use to dominate the same tier, but now it was mastered by a mid-stage Golden Core Cultivator!

Chen Xihua introspected his dantian, seeing an intertwining virtual and real sword pill slowly rotating, with a dark light at its center flickering like a star.

He murmured to himself: "It’s that Sword Pill again. I wonder what its origin truly is."

He had trained for decades, and with good fortune, encountered many small and large opportunities, the greatest among them undoubtedly being this Sword Pill.

The origin of this Sword Pill traced back to his training in the Western Wilderness years ago.

At that time, he discovered a stable space crack in the desert, which held an abandoned secret realm of the Sword Mansion.

In this secret realm, within a dilapidated Sword Tomb, Chen Xihua unexpectedly found this entirely jet-black, neither metal nor wood Sword Pill.

This Sword Pill did not belong to the Five Elements; it subtly emanated void fluctuations. Such attributes were incredibly precious, undoubtedly refined from a Tier Four or even Tier Five Spiritual Object.

Back then, Chen Xihua was ecstatic, thinking he had found a great opportunity, and immediately tried to refine it into his Lifebound Sword Pill.

But the quality of the Sword Pill far exceeded his expectations. Despite all his efforts, he couldn’t extract an ounce of its essence.

Left with no choice, he used his essence blood as a guide to temporarily nurture it deep in his dantian, hoping to wait until his cultivation improved.

What shocked him more was that as he left the Sword Tomb with the Sword Pill, the entire secret realm of the Sword Mansion began to tremble violently!

The originally solid stone walls began to crack, and the ground collapsed into a massive pit. The ancient restrictions supporting the secret realm shattered like glass, and after emitting a weak spirit light, completely dissipated.

He could even hear a cracking sound from the core of the secret realm, as if something was breaking.

Yellow sand surged in from the cracks, and space within the secret realm began to distort.

Chen Xihua only had time to summon his flying sword, flying towards the entrance of the secret realm in a panic, as the Sword Mansion behind him collapsed in a roar, turning into ruins buried completely by the yellow sand.