Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 688: Existence Beyond Common Sense

This is an existence beyond common sense!

When Xingluo opened his eyes, the entire Danjie Altar was quiet.

His eyes flickered with a faint, colorful light, and his sword intent was condensed into a solid form. The seven-colored golden elixir in his body was running steadily, and spiritual energy was surging endlessly.

The elders were discussing this.

"If this child continues to grow, he will surely surpass all the previous geniuses of the sect."

"But the seven-colored golden elixir may not necessarily be a blessing."

"He is too conspicuous and may attract external enemies and jealousy."

The headmaster pondered for a moment and said, "This boy must not let these scoundrels ruin his future. From today on, the seventh floor of the Sword Pavilion will be opened, allowing Xingluo to enter and comprehend the Sword Monument."

The entire sect was shocked by these words. The seventh floor of the Sword Pavilion had only been accessible to a select few geniuses throughout the ages, and now it had been opened just for him.

From then on, the name "Seven-Colored Exiled Immortal" spread beyond the sect and resounded throughout the outside world.

After achieving the Golden Elixir, Xingluo's swordsmanship also transformed.

He practiced sword in the bamboo forest. The seven-colored sword lights gathered together and gradually formed a light curtain, as if separating heaven and earth.

Atlantis exclaimed, "This is... the prototype of the Sword Domain!"

"Sword Domain?" Xingluo's heart moved.

"That's right. Only those who have reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core can condense the prototype of the Sword Domain. Once the Sword Domain is complete, it can suppress those of the same realm and sweep through the enemy formation."

Xingluo quietly felt the curtain of sword light, and an unprecedented clarity surged in his heart.

"The sword is me, and I am the sword."

Xingluo's breakthrough also inspired his companions.

Mo advanced steadily and had already reached the late stage of foundation building, with his sword power as heavy as a mountain.

With his amazing calculation ability and ingenious swordsmanship, Atlantis can often deduce the loopholes in Xingluo's swordsmanship, making Xingluo's swordsmanship more perfect.

Erwin is gifted, his golden elixir has just been formed, and the sword light is as bright as the stars.

Pandora also took a solid step forward in the Golden Core Realm. Her ice sword became sharper and more powerful, like frost in the cold winter.

Everyone stood side by side, sparring with each other, their sword intentions intertwined, like the prototype of a small sword alliance.

One night, Xingluo and Pandora were fighting with swords in a bamboo forest. Their swords collided and sparks flew.

When she put away her sword, Pandora suddenly asked, "What will happen if one day you reach the end?"

Xingluo was silent for a moment, then replied, "As long as the sword is there, I am here. If the sword perishes, I will perish too."

Pandora's eyes flickered slightly, and she turned and left.

Outside the mountain gate, an old man in a gray robe stood under a locust tree, his eyes reflecting seven-colored light.

"Seven-Colored Ninth-Rank Pill... His rapid growth rate is an achievement not seen in a thousand years." He murmured softly, "Perhaps, this time, he can truly forge a new path."

However, there was still worry in the depths of the old man's eyes.

"Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spiritual Transformation... Mahayana, these are the limits. Can you break through this limit?"

Finally he sighed and turned away.

The name Xingluo gradually spread beyond the Luoshen Sect. The legend of the Seven-Colored Exiled Immortal quickly spread throughout the world of cultivation.

"Seven-colored spiritual roots, ninth-grade golden elixir, this is a talent that can only be seen in ancient books!"

"If he grows up, he will dominate the world."

"Will such a person attract the attention of the gods?"

The outside world was buzzing with rumors, and even within the Luoshen Sect, there was a sense of impending turmoil.

But Xingluo was still quietly practicing sword in the bamboo forest.

He knew that the journey had just begun.

Deep within the Luoshen Sect's Sword Pavilion, lights burned brightly. The broken stele on the seventh floor was crisscrossed with sword scars, revealing an ancient and profound sword spirit. Ever since the advent of the ninth-grade Golden Elixir, Xingluo had been allowed to ascend to this level, where he spent his days meditating.

Outside the bamboo forest, the disciples whispered, "The Seven-Colored Exiled Immortal has been in seclusion recently. I'm afraid he's already reaching the Nascent Soul stage."

"He's only in his twenties, and he's already reaching Infant Condensation? Isn't this defying the will of Heaven?"

"Seven-colored spiritual roots, the phenomenon is unpredictable, it may succeed, or it may be destroyed."

Everyone was talking about it, with complicated looks.

On the night of the winter solstice, Xingluo finally chose to go into seclusion in the bamboo forest to strive for the Nascent Soul stage.

He sat cross-legged in meditation, seven-colored spiritual energy swirling above the ninth-grade golden elixir in his dantian, roaring like thunder.

"The sword is me, and I am the sword." He murmured, forming seals with his hands and sinking his mind into his dantian.

boom!

The golden elixir suddenly cracked, and seven-colored light burst out, turning into a huge torrent that almost shattered the meridians.

Pandora stood outside the bamboo forest, holding the ice sword across her chest, staring coldly, ready to strike at any time.

"If you can't hold on, I will use the extreme coldness to seal your spiritual veins and save your life." She whispered.

Deep in the bamboo forest, Xingluo's face was pale, but his eyes were firm.

The golden elixir shattered with a roar, and seven-colored light points condensed, gradually transforming into a small infant figure. Unlike ordinary people, this Yuanying was surrounded by seven-colored sword light and held a miniature sword embryo in its hand!

"Sword energy..." A sudden realization surged in Xingluo's heart.

The Nascent Soul transforms into a human form, with the sword as its true form!

He roared, his sword intent soaring into the sky, and the entire bamboo forest shook suddenly. Disciples in the distance looked up in horror, only to see a colorful beam of light piercing the clouds above the night sky, and the sword's chant echoed through the nine peaks!

The elders of Luoshen Sect came out of retreat one after another and looked towards the bamboo forest with horrified expressions.

"The Seven-Colored Exiled Immortal has successfully condensed his infant!"

"Moreover, it is the sword essence taking shape. Such a phenomenon is not recorded in ancient books!"

"Whether it's a blessing or a curse, we still don't know."

The headmaster stared at the night sky with a complicated look in his eyes: "This boy is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

The Nascent Soul is just formed, and the aura of Xingluo is completely new.

He gently shook the long sword in his hand, and a seven-colored light surrounded it, and the sword's will was as solid as a mountain. As he swung the sword, a faint crack appeared in the void, and the sword energy penetrated the bamboo forest like thunder.

Mo came over, his eyes full of admiration: "You can probably kill me with one sword now."

"Not necessarily." Xingluo smiled faintly, "The sword heart is different, so I may not be able to win."

Atlantis observed carefully and whispered, "Your sword essence is already capable of mobilizing the sword will of heaven and earth. This is a rare phenomenon even for the Nascent Soul stage."

Erwin flipped open the bamboo slips, his eyes sparkling. "This is your unique path. You will surely become a great swordsman in the future!"

Pandora just looked at him and said two words in a cold voice: "Be careful."

Xingluo smiled and didn't answer.

Just days after the Nascent Soul breakthrough, the Luoshen Sect received urgent news. The Tianlang Sect in the eastern region had joined forces with the Wolf Tribe of the Demon Clan to seize the Luoshen Sect's spiritual vein.

The headmaster was furious and ordered his disciples to go into battle to defend the mountain gate!

This battle concerns the life and death of the sect, and Xingluo and his companions are pushed as vanguards.

"Seven-Colored Exiled Immortal, you will lead the team in this battle." The elder said in a deep voice.

Xingluo stood holding the sword, the sword flashed, and replied: "As you command."

Five people walked side by side in the bamboo forest, each with a different aura.

The ink is like a mountain, and the sword is powerful;

Atlantis is like water, and his swordsmanship is exquisite;

Erwin is like a star, his sword shining brightly;

Pandora is like ice, and the sword's edge is cold and fierce;

The star fell in the center, the sword energy was like a rainbow, and the seven-colored light shone in all directions.

The five of them stepped onto the battlefield, like a small sword alliance, showing their sharp edge.

As the enemy forces approached, the wolf demon howled with overwhelming force. The Heavenly Wolf Sect cultivators manipulated a large formation to trap the Falling God Sect disciples.

With a wave of his Xingluo sword, the sword energy took shape, and the seven-colored light gathered into a huge sword shadow, slashing across the sky!

Boom!

The great formation collapsed, the wolf demon howled miserably, and the seven-colored sword light pierced through the sky, blood filling the sky.

The enemy was horrified: "What kind of sword intent is this!?"