Chapter 983 – Sword Domain
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Several hundred renowned swords floated in the air, imbued with the boundless pressure of a storm.
This sight and the awe-inspiring sword intent being released caused the crowd around the observation platform to subconsciously back away.
They had finally seen the legendary sword style. The crowd felt shock, then reverence, and finally, confusion.
Because of the Demon Lord's question: "And what sword style is this?"
Had Chen Changsheng not used his legendary sword style? But there was not a single difference between it and the legend.
Only true demi-human experts like the Xiang clan leader could vaguely sense that the several hundred swords floating in the air were somewhat different from the sword style of rumor.
The Demon Lord knew that Chen Changsheng had the ability to hack down the sky of pear blossoms, and this had been exactly what he wanted to see.
Because his true move, his killing blow, was hidden behind the pear blossoms.
The simultaneous strike of a thousand swords was Chen Changsheng's strongest move.
Having different swords exhibit different sword techniques was an extremely absurd matter.
One required a monstrously powerful and stable spiritual sense, required a mastery over countless sword techniques.
In every aspect, this sword style was at the peak of the path of the sword.
No matter how shocking Chen Changsheng's talent in the sword was, there was no conceivable way he could advance any further.
Because those swords were all independent beings. Whether it was in terms of sword intent, shape, or sword techniques, they all had large discrepancies.
No one could truly fuse these swords into one, transforming them into a truly perfect sword style.
Not even if Chen Xuanba reincarnated or Su Li began to relearn the sword could they manage to resolve this problem.
In the past, Chen Changsheng had also found it impossible to resolve.
Whenever he attacked with these swords in the past, it was tantamount to several hundred Star Condensation swordsmen attacking at the same time.
This sort of sword style was naturally incredibly powerful, a point proved in the alley of the Northern Military Department, on the battlefields of the snowy plains, and on that night in the snowy mountains. It had rendered Xiaode and those assassins from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets incapable of approaching him, allowed him to kill several hundred wolf cavalry in a few seconds, and let him preserve his life in front of the Demon Lord for a few moments.
But this sword style had a fatal flaw. Each sword had its own battle to fight, and when the momentum of the swords slackened, a gap would inevitably appear.
Those swords, those sword techniques, those swordsmen all called Chen Changsheng, could not become one sword, one sword technique, one Chen Changsheng.
This was the gap that the Demon Lord wanted to use, the moment of death he had prepared for Chen Changsheng.
But he had not expected that after hacking down the pear blossoms, the several hundred swords did not slacken in the slightest, much less grow disorderly.
Those several hundred swords remained composed from start to finish, exuding an aura of invincibility.
So the Demon Lord did not strike.
He could clearly tell that Chen Changsheng had not yet managed to make these several hundred swords into one.
If Chen Changsheng's cultivation of the sword had reached such a formidable level, he would assuredly be able to step into the Divine Domain at any time and the Demon Lord would already be dead.
Even with Madam Mu present.
Chen Changsheng had most likely found some method to resolve this problem.
Whenever he had used these swords in the past, their positions had not been definite, and he had allowed the sword intents to act on their own volition.
But today, whether they were speedily cutting down the pear blossoms or quietly floating around him, each of those several hundred swords had their own definite position from which they did not move.
Positions were relative, and this sort of surety was a connection.
Both distance and angle were a type of connection.
The connection between two swords was a line.
The connection between three swords was a wall.
The connection between several hundred swords was a world.
A world was a domain.
The domain of an expert at the Star Condensation Realm was called a Star Domain, so a domain formed from swords could be called a Sword Domain.
Chen Changsheng and Luoluo stood in this storm of swords.
Countless specks of star radiance seeped out from the depths of his clothes and illuminated those swords.
A perfect Star Domain layered itself over a perfect Sword Domain.
Those swords trembled in the wind, their bright edges beginning to twinkle as if they were real stars.
This was his world of stars, and no one could enter.
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When those swords left the sheath, they had not parted. Instead, they had formed an even tighter connection, as if they had become comrades.
Chen Changsheng's sword style had undergone an intrinsic transformation.
It was essentially the first time witnessing Chen Changsheng's sword style for the demi-human personages, so they did not sense anything strange.
The Demon Lord had fought Chen Changsheng before, and he was the closest to these swords today, so he had the clearest perception, was the first to discover the problem.
His contemplations had not produced an answer, so he had voiced his question.
"And what sword style is this?"
The observation platform was very quiet.
More and more demi-human experts began to discover this problem, began to sense the existence of the Sword Domain. As a result, they looked with even more shock at those several hundred swords in the air.
Madam Mu's gaze also grew graver.
Several years ago, in the capital, although she had not truly met Chen Changsheng, she had observed those famous battles of his.
The Chen Changsheng of then was already exhibiting a cultivation in the sword far above what was expected of his age, making her somewhat wary.
She had not expected that in just a few years, Chen Changsheng's cultivation in the sword would have taken another giant step forward.
When the star radiance illuminated the Sword Domain, she even felt that Chen Changsheng had the aura of someone who was only half a step from the Divine.
It was no wonder that he only needed the Orthodoxy's Divine Staff to punch a hole through the seal over the Red River.
But what was this Sword Domain? Could it be that sword style? Impossible, he was just one person…
Madam Mu's brow furrowed as she found it hard to believe her own conclusion.
At this point, the Demon Lord spoke once more. "Please grant me your instruction."
His expression was grave and serious.
The chilly wind stirred the dust on the observation platform. There were no more white flowers left to tremble.
By now, the sun had silently climbed up to its zenith, but it was obscured by the clouds drifting in from the Western Sea.
In this absolute silence, countless gazes watched Chen Changsheng, waiting to hear his answer.
Chen Changsheng said nothing.
Luoluo once more stuck her head out from behind him and gave the Demon Lord a sweet smile. "He won't tell you so he can worry you to death."
The Demon Lord ignored her. Looking at Chen Changsheng, he said, "I didn't expect that in a few weeks, you've advanced your cultivation in the sword so much. However, this so-called Sword Domain of yours uses the Star Domain as its basis. Only in defense is it perfect. The moment you attack, hundreds of gaps will appear. You want to use this move to kill me? That's nothing more than wishful thinking."
Chen Changsheng still said nothing. He slowly took out the Stainless Sword and then placed its hilt into the Vault Sheath.
The atmosphere over the observation platform was now even more fraught with tension. Although none of the crowd had personally witnessed it, many people had heard about the way the Pope fought.
Luoluo quietly took two steps back, her hands on the stone pearl.
Chen Changsheng's expression was calm, but everyone could detect that murderous intent.
He yearned to kill the Demon Lord.
After Zhou Tong, this was the person that he had an explicit desire, even craving, to kill.
Even if it was wishful thinking, he still had to think it.
And besides, he was extremely confident.
As long as Madam Mu and the demi-human experts did not interfere…
He had a seventy percent chance.