The Unparalleled Sword Emperor
Chapter 1439 - 1436: 110,000 Sword Marks!

Chapter 1439: Chapter 1436: 110,000 Sword Marks!

Xing Hai had just brought Lin Bai to his residence before leaving directly.

Xiang Yun emerged excitedly, "Junior Brother Dongfang, you didn’t die! Does that mean, in the Reincarnation Arena, you slayed your opponent?"

Lin Bai nodded slightly, "It was a narrow victory by half a move."

Xiang Yun spoke in disbelief, "How is that possible! Wasn’t your opponent at Perfect Yin Saint Realm?"

Lin Bai replied, "It was a demon of Great Perfection."

Xiang Yun was dumbfounded, staring at Lin Bai in shock.

Lin Bai asked curiously, "What’s wrong, Senior Brother Xiang Yun?"

Xiang Yun gave a wry smile, "Junior Brother Dongfang, you don’t know. When I and the other disciples of the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect first arrived at the Reincarnation Arena, I saw many disciples under the Perfect Yin Saint Realm walk past me, but none of them walked back!"

"And you are the first Warrior I saw returning!" said Xiang Yun.

Lin Bai listened and thought deeply for a moment. The fighters in the Reincarnation Arena were all of the Perfect Yin Saint Realm. Any warrior below that Realm would be facing certain death upon entering the arena!

No wonder, among the disciples of Heaven-reaching Sword Sect who came to the Reincarnation Arena, only Xiang Yun was the sole survivor.

Xiang Yun sat in Lin Bai’s room, chatting idly for a long time before he left.

Xiang Yun was also exceptionally happy, as it was indeed nice to have a fellow Sect disciple to talk with in this unfamiliar place.

After Xiang Yun left, Lin Bai sat down cross-legged, took out the Jade Bottle containing Enlightenment Liquid from his Storage Bag, and said lightly, "Begin to elevate the Realm of Comprehension in Cultivation."

"Today’s battle with Rong Mo, though a fluke victory, made me realize that every battle in this Reincarnation Arena seems to be this overbearing!"

"Rong Mo is just one of the weakest among the Demon Clan in this Reincarnation Arena!"

"If I want to stand my ground here, merely relying on my current strength is not enough!"

"And after absorbing Rong Mo’s vigor, I found that I still have a long way to go to break through to the Seventh Level of the Yin Saint Realm in a short time."

"The only way is for my Aurora Realm of Comprehension to break through to its Late Stage!"

"And the Enlightenment Liquid is also the best Cultivation Resource I have at hand right now!"

Lin Bai contemplated deeply, took out the Enlightenment Liquid, and began to drip it into his mouth, painstakingly honing his Realm of Comprehension in Cultivation.

With his current Cultivation, Lin Bai was very reluctant to enter the Reincarnation Arena for a duel.

After all, Lin Bai’s Cultivation was too weak. Should he truly encounter a formidable opponent, the odds would be grim.

Therefore, during this month, Lin Bai had been rigorously Cultivating!

One day, Lin Bai opened his Eyes, looked out the window at Dawn Moment, ready to continue contemplating the Aurora Realm.

But just then, Lin Bai suddenly discovered that the walls of the room he was in were covered with dense marks, complexly overlapping.

The first time Lin Bai had entered this room, he had noticed these marks, but he hadn’t paid much attention.

These marks, irregular in size and tangled together, seemed to be the result of someone venting frustration, leaving behind traces with Spiritual Power casually swung around.

But now Lin Bai looked closely, and those marks seemed to have some tricks to them!

After observing the Dawn Moment, Lin Bai’s gaze stayed on the walls and he said faintly, "These marks on the walls seem to be Sword Marks..."

"Sword Marks?"

"But why are these Sword Marks of different sizes, and moreover, they are not glossy?"

"Could it be that the person who left these Sword Marks was not using a sword... but something else?"

Lin Bai wore a strange expression.

Lin Bai slowly approached the wall, his gaze focused intently on a Sword Mark, his mind inadvertently converging, resting on the Sword Mark.

Hum—

At that moment, the Sword Mark seemed to come alive, breaking away from the wall and slashing towards Lin Bai in front!

Lin Bai panicked, his complexion turned pale, and he quickly used a movement technique to retreat to the corner of the room.

It was only then that the Sword Intention dissipated, as if it never existed.

"These seemingly disordered traces actually contain Sword Intention!"

"How is that possible!"

"As a Sword Cultivator, if there were Sword Intention on these markings, then I should have sensed it on my very first day upon entering this room!"

Lin Bai was startled.

Lin Bai was a Sword Cultivator, possessing an extremely strong perception of Sword Marks and Sword Intention.

Yet, Lin Bai had been in this room for nearly twenty days now, and had he not chanced upon these marks with extra attention due to idleness, he would probably still be unaware of the Sword Intention on these Sword Marks!

"Such a powerful Sword Intention!"

"The surge of Sword Intention from the stone wall just now was suffused with a breath-halting power!"

"In that Sword Intention, there were elements of anger, destruction, dominance, and oppression..."

Lin Bai’s eyes narrowed, and he stabilized his mind before sitting cross-legged in the exact center of the room, turning his gaze once again towards the myriad of Sword Marks and Sword Intention on the stone wall!

"There are a total of nine hundred Sword Marks here!"

Lin Bai sat down cross-legged and silently counted the Sword Marks.

But just as Lin Bai finished counting, another question arose in his mind, "If these are Sword Marks, then the speed and power of the sword strikes should make all the marks the same size, right?"

"Why are some of the Sword Marks still crooked?"

Lin Bai was somewhat perplexed.

"No, these are not nine hundred Sword Marks!"

"These are one thousand eight hundred Sword Marks!"

Lin Bai’s eyes narrowed again, and he was inwardly shocked: "These one thousand eight hundred Sword Marks have all been slashed onto the same spot, so if an ordinary Sword Cultivator came here, they would only see nine hundred Sword Marks!"

"But in reality, there are one thousand eight hundred Sword Marks!"

"It’s just that they are overlapped, so very few people can understand the mystery within!"

"The Sword Cultivator who left these one thousand eight hundred Sword Marks must have an extremely profound mastery in Sword Art!"

"Such mastery of the Sword Art is simply terrifying!"

Lin Bai silently thought.

Afterwards, Lin Bai carefully examined these Sword Marks again, and after a long while, his eyes showed a hint of confusion as he muttered to himself, "No, not one thousand eight hundred Sword Marks!"

"There are three thousand six hundred Sword Marks!"

"There are seven thousand two hundred Sword Marks!"

"There are fourteen thousand four hundred Sword Marks!"

"It’s..."

"It’s..."

"It’s one hundred and ten thousand Sword Marks!"

As Lin Bai sincerely looked at these Sword Marks, he increasingly felt chills running down his spine.

Lin Bai discovered that the Sword Marks visible to the naked eye on the stone wall were only nine hundred!

But in fact, the number of Sword Marks left by this Sword Cultivator was an astonishing one hundred and ten thousand, because many of the Sword Marks overlapped!

"It’s astounding! These overlapping Sword Marks, whether it’s the trajectory of the Sword Skill or the size deep within the marks, are almost exactly the same, if it were not for me, other Sword Cultivators might at most only be able to discern one thousand six hundred Sword Marks, and that’s already the limit!"

"And I, have seen as many as one hundred and ten thousand Sword Marks here!"

Lin Bai’s eyes stared intently at the Sword Marks on the stone wall, gradually turning blood-red, as if he were on the verge of going mad!

"Kill!"

An angry male’s voice came through, permeating Lin Bai’s ears, shaking his spirit!

"Who? Who is it?" Hearing the shout, Lin Bai’s scalp tingled, and he leapt up from the ground, like facing a great enemy, drawing a Demonic Sword from his Storage Bag, looking vigilantly around!