Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood
Chapter 1352 - 663 Nan Ming Departs_2

Chapter 1352: Chapter 663 Nan Ming Departs_2

He felt as if his body was floating lightly, merging with the heavens and earth.

He knew he had broken through the bottleneck and reached a new realm in the Sword Dao.

He couldn’t help but laugh out loud, his laughter echoing through the Buried Sword Valley, lingering for a long time.

Luo Yao looked at Nan Ming, his eyes flashing with admiration.

He knew that Nan Ming had successfully comprehended his own Sword Dao, and his path would become broader.

He walked to Nan Ming’s side, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Congratulations, you have successfully broken through the bottleneck and reached a new realm in the Sword Dao."

Nan Ming looked at Luo Yao gratefully, knowing that without Luo Yao’s guidance and help, he would never have come this far.

He bowed deeply to Luo Yao and continued, "Senior Luo, I will continue to strive in the cultivation of Sword Dao, aiming to reach the pinnacle as soon as possible."

Luo Yao nodded slightly, his eyes filled with gratification.

He knew that although Nan Ming was young, he had a firm belief and endless potential. As long as he persevered in his practice, his future achievements would be limitless.

In the days that followed, Luo Yao and Nan Ming continued their training in the Buried Sword Valley, jointly facing the stronger challenges of Sword Qi in the valley.

Luo Yao imparted his rich experience and insights to Nan Ming, guiding him to gradually comprehend the deeper essence of Sword Dao.

When night fell, they would sit on a giant rock in the valley, gaze at the starry sky, and exchange their insights on Sword Dao.

Luo Yao recounted amusing stories of his youth during his training and the mysteries of Sword Dao, while Nan Ming shared his growth and insights during his trials.

Their relationship grew closer, almost like a friendship transcending ages.

As time went by, Nan Ming’s realm in Sword Dao steadily improved, and his Sword Intent became sharper and deeper.

Under Luo Yao’s guidance, he continually challenged himself, pushing his limits, gradually understanding the true essence of Sword Dao.

However, just as Nan Ming was about to break through to the pinnacle of Sword Dao, a mysterious power suddenly descended upon the Buried Sword Valley.

This power was strong and strange, seemingly capable of devouring all Sword Intent, causing the Sword Qi in the entire valley to become restless and uneasy.

Luo Yao sensed the presence of this power, and his expression immediately became serious.

He knew that this power was not ordinary, and it could significantly affect Nan Ming’s cultivation.

Therefore, he immediately took Nan Ming away from the Buried Sword Valley to a safe place.

Here, Luo Yao explained in detail to Nan Ming the origin and nature of this mysterious power.

It turned out that this power originated from an ancient Sword Dao inheritance, which was once the treasured relic of a powerful sword sect, but was lost during a great war and drifted onto this continent.

This sword sect was once extraordinarily glorious, and their Sword Dao inheritance was renowned as the best in the world.

However, as time passed and the inheritance was cut off, this sword sect gradually disappeared in the river of history.

And this mysterious power was a part of their Sword Dao inheritance, containing endless Sword Intent and power, but also extremely dangerous.

Luo Yao told Nan Ming that if he wanted to continue cultivating Sword Dao and breakthrough to the pinnacle, he must face this mysterious power.

However, he also warned Nan Ming to be cautious, for if he couldn’t control this power, he could be devoured by it, doomed to eternal darkness.

Upon hearing Luo Yao’s explanation, Nan Ming’s eyes flashed with determination.

He knew he had reached a critical moment in his Sword Dao journey, and if he couldn’t surmount this barrier, he would never reach its peak.

Thus, he resolutely decided to confront this mysterious power.

Under Luo Yao’s guidance, he arrived at the source of this power—a mysterious and ancient Sword Tomb.

This Sword Tomb was buried with the Longswords of countless masters of Sword Dao from past generations, radiating sharp and profound Sword Intent, as if narrating past grandeur and glory.

Standing before the Sword Tomb, Nan Ming felt the powerful Sword Intent, filled with awe and anticipation.

He took a deep breath, then slowly closed his eyes, gathering his Sword Intent onto the tip of his sword, and challenged the Sword Tomb.

In an instant, the entire Sword Tomb seemed to come alive, countless Longswords humming and trembling, as if responding to Nan Ming’s challenge.

Nan Ming felt a surge of powerful energy emanating from the Sword Tomb, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

But he did not retreat; he gritted his teeth, continuing to swing his sword, striking at the Sword Tomb again and again.

Finally, after countless efforts, he felt his Sword Intent resonate with that within the Sword Tomb.

He opened his eyes to see the Longswords within the Sword Tomb seemingly come to life, soaring and spiraling in the air, emitting thundering sword cries.

Nan Ming knew he had successfully activated the power within the Sword Tomb.

He took a deep breath, then suddenly swung his sword towards the Sword Tomb.

A matchless Sword Light erupted from the sword tip, instantly shattering the Longswords within the Sword Tomb into pieces.

At the same time, a powerful force surged from the Sword Tomb into Nan Ming’s body, elevating his Sword Intent to a new height.

He felt as if his body was completely enveloped by this force, merging with the heavens and earth.

As the Sword Light dissipated, Nan Ming stood quietly before the shattered Sword Tomb, his garments torn to shreds by the Sword Qi, yet his eyes were brighter than ever, a light from within as if his soul had been elevated by this force.

Luo Yao looked at Nan Ming, eyes filled with admiration.

He knew that after this challenge, Nan Ming’s Sword Dao had entered an altogether new realm.

He was no longer that fledgling youth but was now a true powerhouse at the pinnacle of Sword Dao.

Nan Ming felt the surging energy within him; he knew he had acquired the lost Sword Dao inheritance.

This inheritance was not just a power, but a spiritual legacy, an endless pursuit and dedication to Sword Dao.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes shining with determination.

He knew there was a long path ahead in his Sword Dao journey, but he believed that with unrelenting effort, one day he could stand at the highest point of Sword Dao, overlooking the entire continent.

Luo Yao walked up beside Nan Ming, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You have received the inheritance; from now on, the path is yours to walk."

"Remember, no matter the hardship, never abandon the pursuit of Sword Dao."

Nan Ming nodded, taking a deep look at Luo Yao.

He knew that Luo Yao was not just a guide in Sword Dao but also a mentor and friend in life.

He gratefully bowed to Luo Yao, then turned and left the Buried Sword Valley.

Luo Yao stood at the valley’s edge, watching Nan Ming’s figure disappear into the distance.

In his heart, there was both comfort and a hint of reluctance.

Years of companionship and teaching had forged a deep bond of mentorship between him and Nan Ming.

Now, Nan Ming had embarked on his own path of Sword Dao, and he himself was about to embark on a new journey.

Luo Yao turned to look into the depths of the Buried Sword Valley, the place where he and Nan Ming trained together, his eternal home in his heart.

He took a deep breath, feeling the Sword Qi and Spiritual Energy permeating this land, his heart welling with an indescribable emotion.

He knew he would forever cherish everything here, including those Sword Cultivators who fought alongside him and the Secret Realms and relics they explored together.

However, he understood he could not remain here forever.

His Sword Dao journey was still long, with more challenges and opportunities awaiting him to pursue.

Thus, he withdrew his gaze, deeply burying his emotions, and quietly left the place.

Where to go next, even Luo Yao himself was not entirely sure.

But he knew that if he wanted to enhance his cultivation and ascend to higher realms.

He needed to experience more, undergo more trials,

and more baptisms.

Only then would he have a slight chance to quietly climb to higher heights.