King of Creation
Chapter 232 - 229: The Sword Divided into Six Colors

Chapter 232: Chapter 229: The Sword Divided into Six Colors

The Henghai moved incredibly fast, covering 200 miles in just half an hour. However, since the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain spanned a vast area of fifty to sixty miles, coupled with the meandering path of the Fuhong River, it only amounted to leaving by a hundred miles or so.

An hour later, Ye Zhen, along with the Cloud Winged Tiger Cub, set foot at the base of Spirit Sword Grave Mountain.

No sooner had he taken a few steps than the Cloud Winged Tiger Cub arched its back, bristling its fur like a porcupine, displaying its utter panic.

In terms of sensing danger, demon beasts often have a keener perception than martial artists.

The closer they got to the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain, the more terrifying and astonishing the sword momentum that burst forth. Yet, Ye Zhen grew more excited and eager.

No other reason - whenever sword light burst from within Spirit Sword Grave Mountain, the First Sword Vein within his body would uncontrollably tremble violently, as if responding in kind.

After flying low and circling around Spirit Sword Grave Mountain, Ye Zhen noticed that there was indeed no shortage of martial artists gathering around the area. Within a fifty-mile radius of Spirit Sword Grave Mountain, there was hardly any large expanse of open ground.

Moreover, like Ye Zhen who was flying around seeking a place to land, there were many martial artists doing the same, including some who had just arrived at Spirit Sword Grave Mountain and were scouting in mid-air for a spot to land.

After circling around for one and a half turns, Ye Zhen found his spot.

One deep ravine on the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain, presumably due to its perilous terrain, had not attracted many martial artists.

Once he had pinpointed his landing spot, Ye Zhen did not descend immediately. Utilizing the opportunity provided by their flight, he allowed the Cloud Winged Tiger Cub to crawl into his arms.

The Cloud Winged Tiger Cub, whose cultivation had broken through to the middle-grade Earth Level and had drunk much Ning Shen Liquid, could now reduce its size to that of a palm due to the Universe Wishful Secret Technique.

Crawling into Ye Zhen’s chest, it was inconspicuous.

Thus, the most pressing issue of the Cloud Winged Tiger Cub’s significant weight was resolved.

As the Cloud Winged Tiger Cub approached adulthood, its frightening size of three meters tall and ten meters long, and weighing around four to five thousand kilograms, posed no issue when its size was reduced through the Universe Wishful Secret Technique, but the hefty weight remained a challenge.

If Ye Zhen were to carry around a trinket weighing five thousand kilograms inside his chest, it wouldn’t impede his movement yet would certainly be a significant burden.

However, as the Cloud Winged Tiger Cub matured, its innate talent for controlling the wind grew even more astonishing. A small clump of wind could lighten it as easily as a swallow.

"Little Cat, stay put and don’t come out without my order!"

Ye Zhen was very cautious - after all, he was now within the territory of the Sword Origin Empire.

Moreover, according to Boss Ma, everyone in the Sword Origin Empire strived to cultivate the Sword Dao, which meant that over fifty percent of the martial artists near Spirit Sword Grave Mountain were from the Sword Origin Empire, seeking enlightenment on the Sword Dao.

As Ye Zhen’s figure landed in the large ravine of Spirit Sword Grave Mountain, his expression changed.

The fewer martial artists in this ravine weren’t due to the dangerous terrain—after all, what sort of impact could perilous terrain have on martial artists?

It was because a very fierce sword momentum dominated the ravine.

The deeper he ventured, the more terrifying the sword momentum became.

Having advanced merely a mile, the intensity of the sword momentum stimulated the spiritual power within Ye Zhen to start boiling.

The further he moved, the stronger the sensation became. If one’s Sword Dao cultivation was slightly inferior, they wouldn’t last long before collapsing under this fearsome sword momentum.

Upon closer examination, Ye Zhen realized that this large ravine was in fact a terrifying sword mark!

However, it was precisely because of this fearsome sword momentum that there were the fewest martial artists here.

Gathering his resolve and focusing his spirit, Ye Zhen, bearing the almost tangible sword momentum overhead, traveled another four to five miles and encountered the first martial artist, a middle-aged man in green clothes.

Just two to three hundred meters away from the martial artist, Ye Zhen planned to rest for a bit before proceeding. Moving forward under that sword momentum was tremendously taxing.

"Get lost, stay away from me!"

Ye Zhen’s pause made the middle-aged man in green clothes think that Ye Zhen couldn’t proceed further and was also waiting there to compete with him for the fragmented swords flung out from Spirit Sword Grave Mountain. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he shouted furiously.

"What if I don’t leave?" Responding to the inexplicable scolding, Ye Zhen sneered.

"Not leaving? Then you’re asking for death...."

"Eh, which sect are you from in Gu’an Kingdom? I don’t think I’ve seen you before?"

Ye Zhen’s accent caught the attention of a young martial artist in white clothes about a mile above the middle-aged man.

Since Ye Zhen’s first destination on this journey was Gu’an Kingdom, he had been using a very typical Gu’an Kingdom accent, thanks to Liu Datong’s thorough coaching.

"Who are you? I’m Zheng Ye from the Golden Rainbow Sect of Gu’an Kingdom!"

This Golden Rainbow Sect from Gu’an Kingdom actually did exist, albeit being a very small sect in the kingdom.

Hearing the youth in white clothes interject, knowing that it was a fellow countryman, the middle-aged man in green clothes dared not speak further and even displayed a cautious demeanor.

The sword momentum in the ravine grew fiercer the deeper one went.

The fact that the young man in white clothes could stay above him by a mile indicated that he was much stronger than the middle-aged man, who naturally didn’t dare to be brash in front of Ye Zhen.

"Golden Rainbow Sect? Is it from that small sect at Golden Rainbow Mountain in the south?" the young man in white asked.

Hearing this, Ye Zhen nodded.

"I am Ren Yinghua from the Wind-Thunder Sect. Brother Zheng, do you still have the strength to move forward a few more steps?" Ren Yinghua asked loudly.

"Of course you can!"

Ye Zhen laughed heartily as he strode towards Ren Yinghua, treating the terrifying sword momentum as if it were nothing. As for the Wind-Thunder Sect, it was ranked second in the Gu’an Kingdom. Although ranked second, its power was far inferior to that of the Gu Xuan Sect.

When passing by the middle-aged martial artist in blue clothing, Ye Zhen glanced sideways, immediately making the martial artist extremely nervous.

In this canyon, the distance a martial artist traverses often represents their true strength. The middle-aged martial artist in blue clothing had thought that Ye Zhen could only walk two or three hundred meters ahead of him before exhausting his strength, but unexpectedly, Ye Zhen seemed to walk effortlessly.

In the span of a hundred breaths, Ye Zhen had arrived by Ren Yinghua’s side.

This display of strength startled the middle-aged martial artist in blue clothing, who felt fortunate that he had not initiated a confrontation. Had he done so, he would have suffered.

At this moment, Ren Yinghua felt somewhat like a fellow countryman meeting another fellow countryman.

According to Ren Yinghua, he had been in the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain, meditating on the Sword Dao for three years, and was pleasantly surprised to suddenly hear a familiar dialect today.

Of course, Ren Yinghua’s warm reception was also related to the fact that Ye Zhen had easily reached his position in the canyon and seemed to still have energy to spare.

This indicated that Ye Zhen’s strength was comparable to his own, or even slightly stronger. Naturally, he wanted to make an acquaintance.

Having finally encountered someone who could engage in conversation and who regarded him as a fellow countryman, Ye Zhen naturally wanted to inquire more about the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain. Although Boss Ma on the Henghai had spoken a lot, his information was general, and he provided very few details.

Firstly as fellow countrymen, secondly with the intention to make acquaintances, and thirdly because Ye Zhen asked no secret matters, Ren Yinghua was frank and exhaustive, and quickly explained almost everything about the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain to Ye Zhen.

Over the years, the frequency of the fragmented swords erupting from the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain had increased, erupting every ten days or half a month. Each eruption yielded dozens to hundreds of fragments, their possession dependent on individual strength and luck.

The fragments erupted from the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain were divided into six levels, distinguished by color.

They were respectively white, gray, green, red, gold, and purple!

Among them, the white fragmented swords were useless, only worth melting down for materials, containing not even a trace of the Sword Dao’s aura. Half of the fragmented swords from the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain were white fragmented swords.

The gray fragmented swords were slightly stronger, containing a trace of Sword Dao aura, which could help martial artists in understanding the Sword Dao. However, due to the minimal aura contained, the effect of understanding was weak.

The green fragmented swords contained over ten times the Sword Dao aura of the gray ones and were highly sought after, as they significantly enhanced understanding. Sometimes, a single green fragmented sword could provoke skirmishes among nearby martial artists.

As for the red fragmented swords, they were extremely precious.

Whenever a red fragmented sword appeared, martial artists in the Spirit Transformation Realm guarding mid-mountain would compete for it.

However, in one eruption from the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain, there would be at most one or two pieces of red fragmented swords.

As for the golden fragmented swords, they were very rare, usually appearing only during the massive eruptions that occurred every several months. It was said that someone had once derived an Earth Rank sword technique from a golden fragmented sword.

Every time a golden fragmented sword appeared, it would result in a bloodbath, with nearly every martial artist in the Spirit Transformation Realm around the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain competing for it.

For martial artists like Ren Yinghua, at the peak of Spirit Summoning Realm, they could generally only snatch gray and green fragmented swords. As for competing for red fragmented swords, that would be courting disaster.

Golden fragmented swords, forget about it. Even thinking about such a disaster, there wouldn’t be even a chance to try.

As for the sixth level, the purple fragmented swords, they only existed in legends.

A thousand years ago, during the first eruption of the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain, the half piece of the Spirit Sword that Yuan Shan, the founding ancestor of Sword Origin Sect, managed to snatch—it helped Yuan Shan understand half of the Sect Guardian Sword Technique, Four Symbols Sword Technique—which was purple.

In the thousand years since, aside from the first eruption of the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain that produced half of a purple Spirit Sword, it had never appeared again.

And the canyon where Ye Zhen was currently located was created by the sword light the only time the half piece of purple Spirit Sword had erupted!

"Brother Ren, looking at the scene in front of us, how long until the next eruption?" Ye Zhen asked.

"Soon, the last eruption was ten days ago, so it should be within this day and a half!"

"Oh, I see. I’d better find a place quickly, then I won’t bother Brother Ren," Ye Zhen said.

Seeing Ye Zhen start to ascend, Ren Yinghua was stunned, somewhat surprised, "What, can Brother Zheng still go further up?"

"I should be able to walk a bit further!" Ye Zhen said, quite modestly.

"Eh....then Brother Zheng, take care! Especially about five miles ahead, where the one-armed martial artist is meditating on the rock. Be very cautious, Brother Zheng. Although he is also at the peak of Spirit Summoning Realm, in the six months he’s been here, five martial artists in the late or peak stages of Spirit Summoning Realm have died by his hand!"

"Thank you!"

After thanking Ren Yinghua, Ye Zhen strode deeper into the canyon. According to Ren Yinghua, the deeper one ventured into the canyon, the closer one got to the eruption site of the Spirit Sword Grave Mountain. There, one could not only snatch slightly more swords but also had a higher chance of obtaining higher-grade fragmented swords.

Ren Yinghua continued to watch as Ye Zhen ventured deeper into the canyon.

One mile!

Two miles!

Three miles!

Four miles!

Ren Yinghua’s eyes grew larger and larger, his expression becoming increasingly astonished.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged martial artist in blue clothing below Ren Yinghua, seeing Ye Zhen continuing to delve into the canyon, suddenly shuddered with a chilling fear!

A chill rushed to his forehead! (To be continued. If you like this novel, you are welcome to vote for it on qidian.com. Your support is the greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to continue reading.)