What in the blazes is going on?
No idea.
Da Xing the Mad Monk was completely stunned by the scene unfolding before his eyes.
The Sky-Supporting Colossal Sword at the center was like a chaotic blade piercing through heaven and earth, radiating boundless light and containing endless sword intent. The countless Flying Swords soaring toward the sky seemed to have received a summons, swirling around the colossal sword.
That man in white, Gu Qingfeng, still stood atop the Sky-Supporting Colossal Sword at this moment, hands clasped behind his back, eyes closed and silent. Only his ink-black hair danced wildly in the wind, and only his snow-white robes fluttered freely.
This scene was nothing short of insane.
The swirling mass of Flying Swords in the sky resembled the turbulent vortex within the Desolate Ancient Black Hole.
All manner of sword light flickered.
All manner of sword intent boiled.
All manner of sword cries roared.
Swords!
Only swords.
There was nothing else besides swords.
Nor could there be room for anything else.
Another unknown length of time passed. Da Xing the Mad Monk felt the endless Flying Swords swirling around the colossal blade begin to blur one by one, then distort, flicker in and out of sight, and finally start to vanish.
As the rotation speed increased, more and more Flying Swords disappeared.
Not only that, but the radiance of the Sky-Supporting Colossal Sword at the center also grew increasingly dim, its sword intent and cries becoming more and more indistinct.
Gradually.
The sky-full Flying Sword vanished, and the Sky-Supporting Colossal Sword at the center vanished too.
Everything, everything disappeared, as if it had never existed. Only Gu Qingfeng remained, standing in the void.
Silence.
A deathly silence.
Da Xing the Mad Monk looked around in astonishment, not finding a single Flying Sword. He then stared wide-eyed at Gu Qingfeng in the sky, opening his mouth but unable to utter a single word.
Where are the swords?
Where did they go?
Why did the lifeless Flying Swords suddenly revive, and why did they vanish again after reviving?
What in the blazes is going on?
Da Xing the Mad Monk's mind was filled with wonder. He knew that if anyone could answer his inner doubts, it would be Gu Qingfeng.
But right now, he had no idea what was happening and didn't dare to approach and ask lightly.
"The Dao begets One, One begets Two, Two begets Three, Three begets all things."
Gu Qingfeng opened his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips as he murmured, "The Taixu Nine Swords, Nine Nines Return to One, layers upon layers of sword intent, infinite variations."
"The heart contains Taixu, heaven and earth are boundless!"
"With a sword in the heart, all thoughts become swords."
"One thought transforms into ten thousand swords, ten thousand swords all return to the ancestor!"
"Marvelous!
Truly marvelous!"
Watching Gu Qingfeng slowly descend to the ground, Da Xing the Mad Monk could no longer contain himself. He rushed over and asked, "Kid Gu, you... what's going on? How did those Flying Swords suddenly revive for no reason just now, and why did they vanish again? Where are those swords? Where did they go? And the nine sword peaks? That Sky-Supporting Colossal Sword?"
Da Xing the Mad Monk blurted out all the questions in his heart in one breath, then stared eagerly, waiting for Gu Qingfeng to enlighten him.
As for Gu Qingfeng, he seemed in no hurry. He just casually sat on the ground, first pulling out a jar of fine wine, taking a couple of sips, and then continued, "Truly, there are heavens beyond heavens, and people beyond people. I've lived for so many years and never admired anyone, but this Taixu Sword Saint is truly incredible. To be able to wield the sword to such a transcendent, divine level—impressed! I'm truly impressed!"
Gulping down a few more mouthfuls of wine, he sighed, "Compared to him, I can only be considered as playing house at best, not even in the same league."
Da Xing the Mad Monk was pacing anxiously in circles. "Kid Gu! Just tell me! What exactly happened?"
"What do you mean what happened?"
"Just now! What in the blazes did you comprehend? Just say it!"
"Oh, didn't really comprehend much. Just played around with a little trick, that's all."
"A little trick? That's all? I say, Kid Gu, have you gotten all high and mighty now? Putting on airs, are you? Don't know your place anymore, is that it?"
"Hahaha!" Gu Qingfeng patted Da Xing the Mad Monk's shoulder, gesturing for him to sit down. "Actually, I really didn't comprehend much. I just took a little Spirit Wander through Taixu earlier and grasped a bit of the sword Dao."
"What? You took a Spirit Wander through Taixu just now?" Da Xing the Mad Monk was utterly shocked. Although he didn't know the specifics of what had happened, he had some understanding of the term 'Taixu'.
Taixu is the Great Dao.
Though not entirely the Great Dao itself, but rather a world of the Great Dao.
Spirit Wander through Taixu is a very mysterious and miraculous concept. It's said that when one's opportunity Fortune arrives, if one achieves sudden enlightenment in a single moment, they can Spirit Wander through Taixu, entering an profoundly mysterious and wondrous world of the Great Dao. At that time, one isn't just close to the Great Dao—they are within the Great Dao itself.
If one's opportunity is good enough and Fortune deep enough, attaining the Dao in a single instant is not impossible.
However.
Spirit Wander through Taixu is, after all, something of legend. Forget ordinary people; even an old-timer like Da Xing the Mad Monk, who has lived who knows how many years, has never experienced a Spirit Wander through Taixu in this lifetime.
Hearing now that Gu Qingfeng had just experienced it, Da Xing the Mad Monk's heart was filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.
And for Gu Qingfeng, this was also his first time—like a maiden getting on the wedding sedan. He had heard of so-called Spirit Wander through Taixu before but had never encountered it.
Within these ruins, he happened to discern the profound mysteries of the nine sword peaks and tried to ponder them. Unexpectedly, by sheer luck, he stumbled upon the Spirit Wander through Taixu.
That feeling was simply indescribable.
The moment he Spirit Wandered through Taixu, he felt as if his soul had fallen into a strange place, inexplicable and ineffable, feeling both illusory yet physically present within it.
No wonder people always said Taixu was like an illusion; it truly was dreamlike and illusory.
"You grasped a bit of the sword Dao during your Spirit Wander through Taixu just now?"
Gu Qingfeng nodded. "That's right, that's what happened."
"What kind of sword Dao?"
"The Taixu Sword Dao, of course."
"So you mean... you, kid, also comprehended the Taixu Nine Swords left behind by the Taixu Sword Saint?"
"More or less, I guess."
"Damn it all! Your fortune is just too good!" Da Xing the Mad Monk swallowed hard, his heart filled with immense envy. While envious, he also felt the heavens were unfair. He came to these Desolate Ancient Era ruins with Gu Qingfeng. Why could Gu Qingfeng see the profound mysteries of the nine sword peaks? Why could he Spirit Wander through Taixu? Why was he, himself, left like a fool with nothing to show for it?
Both of them are just two shoulders carrying one head. Why does Gu Qingfeng have better fortune than him?
Comparing people really makes you want to die of anger!
Da Xing the Mad Monk was extremely frustrated. Fortunately, his mental state was fairly good, so he didn't dwell on it too much. He asked again, "What about those swords just now? How did they all disappear?"
"Disappear? When did they disappear? You old bald donkey, are you blind or something?"
"Bullshit! There were Flying Swords all over the world just now, and now there's not even a hair left. You..." Da Xing the Mad Monk was in the middle of speaking when his words trailed off. Because as he spoke, he saw Gu Qingfeng flick his wrist. Light flashed, and countless Flying Sword began dancing in the void.