Sword light shimmered across the sky, resembling a dazzling world of myriad colors, so blinding it was impossible to keep one's eyes open.
Sword radiance crisscrossed through the air like a torrential rain of pear blossoms, or a sudden downpour of meteors.
Sword intent boiled everywhere—this intent contained yin and yang, the five elements, celestial forces, earthly evils, light and also darkness, good and evil, and so on, encompassing all things, leaving nothing unaccounted for.
Sword roars howled across the heavens, like dragon chants, phoenix cries, tiger roars, and wolf howls, unceasing to the ear.
Sword Spirits raged wildly, like ghostly wails, demonic laughter, immortal melodies, and Buddhist chants!
Witnessing this scene, Da Xing the Mad Monk was utterly stunned, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
To be honest.
He wasn't unfamiliar with skies filled with sword rain; perhaps not in such numbers, but he had seen plenty. He had also witnessed various powerful divine sword techniques, profound sword intents, and the like.
Not only had he seen them—if Da Xing the Mad Monk wished, he could also wave his hand and manifest all sorts of Flying Swords.
But they would only be manifested Flying Swords.
They might have the form of swords, sword might, sword techniques, sword roars, and various Profound Mysteries.
But to say that every single manifested Flying Sword contained sword intent, Sword Spirit, and sword heart…
He didn't possess that ability.
There had always been a saying: a sword is like a person.
A sword without sword intent is like a person without consciousness.
A sword without a Sword Spirit is like a person without a soul.
However, what he found most unbelievable was that the myriad Flying Swords Gu Qingfeng casually manifested contained all sorts of sword intents and Sword Spirits. Some of these sword intents and Sword Spirits, Da Xing the Mad Monk had never even seen before, nor had he ever heard of them.
This could no longer be described as terrifying or dreadful; it was simply beyond imagination.
At this moment, Da Xing the Mad Monk truly realized how extraordinary the Taixu Sword Path was. No wonder his master had spoken so highly of the Taixu Sword Saint back then. This Taixu Sword Path was truly profoundly mysterious, unimaginable.
Da Xing the Mad Monk muttered to himself, "Is this the true Taixu Sword Path?"
"This is just the beginning."
Gu Qingfeng leaned casually against a large rock, sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, sipping his wine, a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Let me show you another trick to broaden your horizons and expand your knowledge."
As his words fell, Gu Qingfeng casually snapped his fingers.
With a snap, the myriad Flying Swords in the sky seemed to receive a summons, all rushing toward the sky at once before plunging down like countless sword dragons!
Thud!
One Flying Sword stabbed fiercely into the ground, followed by two, ten, a hundred, a thousand…
All the Flying Swords stabbed into the earth.
Just like the scene Da Xing the Mad Monk had witnessed when he first arrived at these ruins, with one difference: the Flying Swords he saw before were all decayed and devoid of vitality, while every single Flying Sword now embedded in the ground across the mountains and plains shimmered with sword light and flowed with sword radiance.
If those lifeless swords before were like weeds covering the hills, then all the swords embedded in the ground now were like countless divine weapons.
That was truly the feeling. When the myriad Flying Swords pierced the earth, Da Xing the Mad Monk clearly felt an infinite, oppressive might envelop him. This might pressed down on him, causing sweat to pour from his head and his legs to tremble uncontrollably. Even though he immediately invoked his Immovable Golden Body, he still couldn't withstand that terrifying pressure.
In that instant, Da Xing the Mad Monk felt as if he had fallen into a world of swords.
No!
To be precise, he felt as if he had been firmly nailed in place by countless Flying Swords, unable to move at all.
Well-traveled and knowledgeable, Da Xing the Mad Monk recognized at a glance that this was a Sword Array. But what kind of Sword Array it was, he couldn't tell. He only knew this array contained an extremely dreadful might, and within it, every single Flying Sword stared at him like a grim reaper, as if moving even a muscle would result in being pierced by ten thousand swords.
"What…
What Sword Array is this?"
Da Xing the Mad Monk took a deep breath, still unable to calm the shock in his heart, exclaiming in horror, "Could it be… the Taixu Nine Swords?"
Compared to Da Xing the Mad Monk, whose face was pale under the pressure of the Sword Array, Gu Qingfeng appeared much more relaxed—or rather, leisurely. He simply lay back, drinking his wine, the very picture of a carefree sword-drinking immortal, and replied with a faint smile, "It is indeed a Sword Array, but it's not the Taixu Nine Swords."
"Then what the hell…
What Sword Array is this?
This pressure…
It's just too damn terrifying!"
"Hmm…
What Sword Array?"
Gu Qingfeng scratched his head, thought for a moment, and said, "If you ask me to name it, I really can't say. This thing was just something I tinkered with on a sudden whim. As for what to call it…
How about 'Every Blade a Soldier'?"
Hearing this, Da Xing the Mad Monk finally realized—this so-called Sword Array was actually something Gu Qingfeng had just comprehended? And it was something he tinkered with on a sudden whim?
Too hateful!
Too infuriating!
Da Xing the Mad Monk was once again filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment, saying with great displeasure, "Alright, hurry up and dispel it! This old monk is being pressed so hard by this array that my whole body feels awful!"
"What's the rush? I've finally comprehended the Taixu Sword Path; I should at least try it out."
"What do you mean, kid? Damn it, are you planning to use me as a practice dummy?"
"Obviously!
What else did you think?"
Gu Qingfeng laughed heartily. "Is there anyone in this world more suitable for practice than you, you old bald donkey?"
"Gu!"
Da Xing the Mad Monk felt deeply humiliated and instantly flew into a rage. He turned around and shouted, "Do you really think this old monk is easy to bully?
If I don't teach you a lesson today, will you damn well try to shit and piss on my head next?"
Da Xing the Mad Monk's Immovable Golden Body shone with brilliant light as vast power erupted from him. The moment he moved, he immediately sensed something was wrong. Sure enough, just as the power within him burst forth, all the Flying Swords embedded in the ground whooshed out, attacking Da Xing the Mad Monk in perfect unison.
I've been tricked!
That was Da Xing the Mad Monk's first thought. Especially when he saw the playful smile at the corner of Gu Qingfeng's mouth, he realized Gu Qingfeng had been deliberately provoking him from the start, all to make him angry and thus activate his Sword Array!
"Gu!
May you die a horrible death!"
Da Xing the Mad Monk's heart was filled with hatred!
But no matter how much he hated it, he had no time to curse Gu Qingfeng, because the myriad Flying Swords were already swarming toward him.
Every Flying Sword shimmered with sword light, flowed with sword radiance, emitted piercing sword roars, raged with Sword Spirits, and unleashed ferocious sword intent!
Da Xing the Mad Monk was, after all, a master of the Buddhist path, the only Living Buddha between heaven and earth. His Buddhist power was boundless, and his strength was unfathomable. Yet even so, facing the endless onslaught of Flying Swords, he felt a chilling dread that made his scalp tingle and his bladder weak.
He might be able to withstand one, two, a hundred, a thousand, or even more swords. But one must know that the swords besieging him now were not in the hundreds or thousands, but endless.