Told You I Can Turn Back Time
Chapter 271 - 208: Picture Becomes Reality

Chapter 271: Chapter 208: Picture Becomes Reality

Lin Xing stared at the scroll that appeared in his mind, sensing a sky full of sword light, flickering like a multitude of stars.

The next moment, sword intent surged wildly from within his body.

Countless sword marks appeared on the ground, radiating outwards in all directions with Lin Xing at the center.

His spiritual perception expanded along with the sword marks, reflecting all things between heaven and earth within his mind.

But Lin Xing had no time to care about these things.

On the painting born in his sea of consciousness, the sword light flickered and struggled, like lively, agile fish, trying to break free from his control.

Lin Xing, fully concentrated, exhausted all his mental strength to suppress each strand of sword light within the painting and tried to arrange the sword light in specific positions.

However, it wasn’t long before some sword light broke free from his mental sea uncontrollably, slashing deep, ten-meter-long sword marks into the ground around him.

In the blink of an eye, the sword light on the painting had dissipated, and even the painting itself gradually crumbled, transforming back into glows representing four different techniques.

Feeling the spiritual thoughts in his mind that had also been exhausted, Lin Xing pondered in his heart, "Did I fail?"

"If it were someone else, after a failed attempt to construct the painting, they would probably have to wait until their spiritual thoughts were restored before they could start again."

"But I have a simpler way..."

Moments later, Lin Xing was enveloped in an explosion of fiery light.

Time after time reversed, Lin Xing began trying to complete the painting repeatedly.

At first, the sword light always shot out from the painting.

After repeated attempts, the sword light began to stay within the painting for longer.

Then, with Lin Xing’s efforts, the sword light gradually formed a scene like a sea of stars.

During this process, Lin Xing persisted for longer and longer periods, getting closer and closer to fully completing the painting.

This time, just as Lin Xing was nearing completion of most of the painting, a figure suddenly appeared on a cliff more than five hundred meters away.

A middle-aged man in a white warrior’s attire, carrying a sword box on his back, frowned and extended his spiritual perception around him.

"Where did that demon monk go?"

"Within the range of my spiritual perception, I can’t even find his figure anymore?"

"He really ran off quickly."

Suddenly, his eyes flashed with sword light, and as he looked at Lin Xing, who was on the verge of a breakthrough, his brows knit together deeply, "Someone is breaking through?"

Looking at the sword marks on the ground and the sharp Sword Intent erupting from Lin Xing, the man snorted coldly, "Who is this person who has dared to steal my Emei Swordsmanship? And is now starting to challenge the painting?"

The man immediately recognized that the Sword Intent Lin Xing displayed contained the secret refinement of Emei.

Even the phenomena emanating from his attempt to complete the painting resembled several secret paintings of Emei.

And when he saw Lin Xing’s young face, a strong surge of jealousy rose in his heart.

He, Luo Haoran, with exceptional talent, had diligently cultivated swordsmanship for fifty years to complete a painting, yet this young man had reached this stage so young, by mere theft.

Watching the other party still attempting the painting, Luo Haoran’s heart gradually filled with the intent to kill, already planning to nip this genius in the bud so that he would not surpass him in the future.

Luo Haoran patiently waited for the other to exhaust his spiritual engine, watching as his Sword Intent and momentum gradually subsided.

Then, at a moment he felt utterly confident, his entire person shot out like a bolt of lightning.

At the same time, with a pinch of a Sword technique, a light whistle came from his sword box on his back, and fifteen flying swords, like lightning, tore through the sky in a Sword Array toward Lin Xing.

Amidst the thunderous noise, Lin Xing immediately perceived the fifteen flying swords that were rapidly encircling him for the kill.

"Am I being stabbed with flying swords?"

Lin Xing’s mind stirred slightly, "This is much quicker than Master Bai, and certainly more comfortable than being blown up."

The thought of catching a murderer afterward made Lin Xing even more eager.

And Luo Haoran, watching the other struggle a few times before being pierced through the heart and brain by his flying swords, felt a satisfactory smile cross his face as he sensed the other’s life force slowly dissipate from his body.

Then Luo Haoran turned toward the Puppet Girl, who had just been practicing martial arts: "Worthless scum from a legacy."

In a moment of thought, fifteen strands of sword light had already rolled towards the Puppet Girl.

After experiencing time reversal again, Lin Xing continued to assault the painting in an unhurried manner.

Throughout the process of cultivation and being killed, Lin Xing gained greater understanding of Luo Haoran.

Whether it was the location of the other’s strikes, the flying swords used, or the swordsmanship he was adept at, all were gradually remembered in Lin Xing’s mind.

Meanwhile, his movements to construct the painting became more and more adept, his speed faster and faster, and the time spent became less and less.

Until after another time reversal, Lin Xing had full confidence in completing the painting within his sea of consciousness.

Moments later, a blinding sword light burst forth from the center of his forehead.

Streams of sword light forming a galaxy emerged behind him.

At the same time, on another cliff.

Luo Haoran, who was using his spiritual senses to feel his surroundings, thought to himself, "Where has that demon monk gone?"

The next moment, an incredibly powerful and sharp Sword Intent appeared within his perception, and Luo Haoran exclaimed in surprise, "Dongya Prefecture has such an expert?"

He opened his eyes and saw that the individual emitting the astonishing Sword Intent was actually walking towards him step by step.

With each step that the individual took, the ground beneath his feet undulated accordingly.

Moreover, torrents of spiritual energy consistently swirled around him, like being drawn into a giant funnel, causing various strange phenomena in the environment around him.

At the same time, fluctuating sword lights gradually appeared around the individual.

The number of sword lights was increasing at an unimaginable speed.

"What a young expert."

Seeing Lin Xing’s appearance, Luo Haoran felt a hint of jealousy, but sensing the other’s current strength, that jealousy was soon suppressed.

He called out, "I am Luo Haoran from Emei Sect. May I ask your distinguished name? Have you learned the secret techniques of our Emei Sect?"

Lin Xing said nothing, but with a flick of his sword finger, instantly sent one hundred and one sword lights to encircle and attack Luo Haoran.

Feeling the intense murderous intent radiating from Lin Xing, as well as the majestic sword force formed by the one hundred and one sword lights, Luo Haoran was a mix of shock and anger.

"How dare you!"

Amidst his roar, fifteen swords from his Sword Box shot up into the sky to intercept the sword lights slashing towards him.

The flying swords and sword lights clashed in an instant, and amidst their mutual assault, Luo Haoran immediately felt the formidable nature of Lin Xing’s sword lights.

A few sword lights moved incredibly fast, flashing like lightning, and almost instantly reached three inches in front of Luo Haoran’s brow.

The bone-chilling Sword Intent seemed to leave a trace of coldness on his forehead.

Although Luo Haoran managed to block them with his flying swords at the last moment several times, he was still startled into a cold sweat.

"What kind of sword technique is this?"

He felt that the powerful sword lights not only had an astonishing speed but also contained many secrets of Emei swordsmanship, displaying them in innovative ways, unleashing incredible powers.

Seeing his fifteen flying swords becoming increasingly constrained and precarious under the relentless attack and pressure of the sword lights, Luo Haoran exclaimed angrily,

"Who exactly are you? I have had no past grudges nor recent disputes with you, so why harbor such a murderous intent towards me?"

Lin Xing responded indifferently, "If you wish to kill me, then I will kill you. It is only just and natural."

Luo Haoran was surprised, "I want to kill you?"

At this moment, Luo Haoran felt an unprecedented sense of being wronged. Throughout his years of cultivation, he had killed numerous people and done plenty of bad deeds. Still, he insisted that he truly had no intention of harming Lin Xing and hadn’t even contemplated it.

Luo Haoran couldn’t help but shout, "Are you mistaken? We are meeting for the first time today, with no enmity between us prior to this. Why would I want to kill you? I don’t even know who you are; this is a misunderstanding!"

Lin Xing replied, "How would I know why you want to kill me?"

"But I’ve seen plenty of criminals like you, who will never admit their guilt until the very end."

In his life, Luo Haoran had never before felt such frustration from being wrongfully accused. The fifteen flying swords under his command screeched in response.

"You thief, do you truly believe I am no match for you?"

Luo Haoran formed a Sword technique with his hands, and a scroll imbued with a mystical sword array appeared behind him.

At the same time, the fifteen flying swords transformed like a shift in shadows, forming a sword array around him, emanating an earth-shattering, awe-inspiring Sword Intent.

"You thief, do you recognize this array?"

Lin Xing observed the sword array set up by the other party and, with a single thought, one hundred and two sword lights had already slashed towards Luo Haoran.

After mastering the Heavenly Divine Light Sword, Lin Xing was not only capable of Sword Control over all things but could now also condense sword lights to slay enemies.

Sword light and Sword Control each had their advantages.

Although the lethal power was not as strong as using solid matter for Sword Control, the sword lights were extremely fast, far exceeding ordinary flying swords, making them very difficult to defend against during an attack.

Furthermore, after mastering the Heavenly Divine Light Sword, Lin Xing even felt that the sword lights and Sword Intent he wielded were imbued with a simple intelligence.

If in the past his Spiritual Manipulation over flying swords allowed automatic combat within the domain, now he could not only let flying swords, sword lights, and Sword Intent fight on their own but could also issue simple commands.

For instance, at this moment, he commanded an attack on Luo Haoran, thus, even if Bai Yiyi or someone else charged into the sword array, the sword lights would not attack on their own.

He could also send different sword lights to perform varying tasks, such as allocating fifty sword lights to attack the opponent, thirty to protect himself, and twenty to stand by and await orders.

Lin Xing even believed he could direct the one hundred and two sword lights to face one hundred and two different opponents individually.

This was something Lin Xing could never do before.

It also gave Lin Xing more nuanced and effortless control over the battlefield.