Unrivaled Comprehension: From Mortal to Immortal King

After the transmission of teachings in his dreams, Liufeng's days resumed as usual. However, the three children had undergone significant changes.

Wen Xingyun, while contemplating the Grasswood Sword Technique, saw her sword qi grow stronger and stronger. Under Liufeng's guidance, she had reached a state of perfection in her practice.

Zhou Tianzi became even more imposing, having suppressed the Ten Yama Kings within himself, now commanding their power.

Yue Dashan's aura had grown as solid as a mountain, deep and weighty. He no longer conversed with others but practiced his punches among the vast rivers and mountains, seeking enlightenment, and consolidating his Dragon-Elephant Power.

Both Zhou Tianzi and Yue Dashan were nearing the Seventh Barrier in their cultivation.

Bai Yunfei, watching the three of them, felt an immense sense of pride.

After the dream transmission, Liufeng began to seriously compile the martial arts, sword techniques, and Taoist systems he had comprehended over the years. He meticulously wrote down each technique, accompanied by his insights and reflections, leaving no detail hidden.

The methods included the Feather Ascension Sutra, Endless Life, Dragon-Elephant Power, Primordial Spirit Liberation Technique, and The Ten Yama Kings; as well as unique techniques like Rain Word Formula, Moon Rising over the Sea, Golden Lotus from the Bitter Sea, The Fish Leaps from the Sea, Flowers Bloom on the Other Shore, Tao's Natural Way, and The Floating Picture of the World.

There was also the Grasswood Sword Technique, Heaven-Splitting Sword Art, Great River Sword Technique, and One Sword to Exterminate Immortals.

Once these teachings were completed, Liufeng placed them on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion, prominently displayed for all to see. He hoped the disciples of Feather Ascension Gate would help spread and develop these teachings.

"A single flower does not make spring; it is when all flowers bloom together that spring truly comes." Liufeng murmured softly. He paved a path for those who came after him; how far they would go depended entirely on their abilities.

Upon completing this task, Liufeng felt a surge of clarity within. Suddenly, a line of text appeared before him:

"You have selflessly passed on your teachings, your heart filled with great love, activating an extraordinary comprehension. You have now understood the Tao of the Mortal Realm!"

Liufeng gazed at the text, confused. "What is the Tao of the Mortal Realm?" he wondered.

As soon as the text appeared, it flowed into Liufeng's consciousness like a stream of light. Within the next moment, he understood what it was.

The Tao of the Mortal Realm was the essence of the mortal world: the myriad lives, the cycle of birth, aging, illness, and death. It was akin to the Floating Picture of the World Liufeng had previously comprehended, yet the Tao of the Mortal Realm was far more intricate, vast, and precise.

Liufeng immediately began to delve into it.

For him, the Tao of the Mortal Realm was the perfect nourishment. To break through to the later stages of the Ninth Barrier, he needed a powerful Tao like this.

It was a perfect match at just the right moment.

Liufeng returned to his study, ready to absorb and contemplate this newfound understanding.

Feather Ascension Gate had now become the most visited "scenic spot" in the cultivation world.

Every day, people came in droves, presenting their official letters and greetings. Wealthy families needed proper hospitality, while wandering cultivators desired to join the Feather Ascension Gate. Bai Yunfei and the disciples were kept busy receiving countless visitors.

Most of these people came for the legendary Sea of Swords, drawn by Liufeng's fame. However, despite their curiosity, no one dared approach the Scripture Pavilion.

From various points at the gate of Feather Ascension Mountain, one could see the highest peak, where a pagoda stood tall. Everyone knew this was the residence of Bai Yunfei's master, Liufeng, the unmatched sword immortal.

No one dared come too close. Without permission, anyone who approached would risk the wrath of the master, and with a single sword strike, who would dare challenge its might?

Outside the Scripture Pavilion, the winds were wild and turbulent. Inside, time seemed to slow, tranquil and peaceful. Only Bai Hu and Liufeng were present. Bai Hu diligently practiced, and Liufeng immersed himself in his contemplation of the Tao of the Mortal Realm.

In the study, Liufeng sat cross-legged, eyes shut, perfectly still. But surrounding him were various Taoist rhythms, and behind him, a book painted in black and white slowly opened. Streams of Taoist energy flowed from its pages.

It was the Chronicle of Time!

This miraculous scroll recorded all the Tao Liufeng had comprehended, growing alongside him as he advanced in his cultivation. At this moment, the Chronicle of Time was absorbing Liufeng's understanding of the Tao of the Mortal Realm.

Liufeng immersed himself deeply in the Tao of the Mortal Realm. It was vast and profound, requiring time to fully grasp. But Liufeng was not in a rush; he had all the time in the world.

As the years passed, he sank deeper into his understanding, unable to pull himself out. Gradually, the Tao of the Mortal Realm was inscribed into the Chronicle of Time.

Liufeng's cultivation also fluctuated, moving from the mid-Ninth Barrier to the late-Ninth Barrier.

However, even after breaking through to the later stage of the Ninth Barrier, Liufeng did not emerge from his seclusion. Instead, he found himself confronted with another dilemma.

"All this time, I have been practicing the sword techniques of others—whether it's the Grasswood Sword Technique, Heaven-Splitting Sword Art, Great River Sword Technique, or One Sword to Exterminate Immortals. These are powerful techniques, but they are not of my own creation. They contain the wisdom of those who came before me, and I am merely a learner."

Liufeng did not see anything wrong with learning. Everyone starts as a student, growing step by step.

But to spend a lifetime learning without creating anything of your own... that was terrifying to him.

Learning the wisdom of past masters was essential to finding his own way, but Liufeng now felt that the time had come for him to forge his own path.

With his cultivation at the late-Ninth Barrier and his recent understanding of the Tao of the Mortal Realm, Liufeng had the strength and foundation to do so. He decided to merge all the sword techniques he had learned, adding his own insights, and create a sword technique that belonged entirely to him.

This new sword technique would combine the Grasswood Sword Technique, Great River Sword Technique, Heaven-Splitting Sword Art, and One Sword to Exterminate Immortals, forming Liufeng's own unique way of the sword.

Building upon the foundations of others, he sought his own path.

Liufeng's body became a furnace, refining all these techniques as the sword qi began to whirl around him. Each sword qi that passed through him transformed and evolved, endlessly changing.

Liufeng was like an ocean, vast enough to absorb it all.

"The sea can contain all rivers, it is vast enough to hold all."

A series of sword qis surrounded Liufeng, exuding an unmatched aura, captivating anyone who might witness it. But unfortunately, no one could see this grand spectacle.

Soon after, images of human life began to appear behind Liufeng.

There were elderly people, sick and weak, whispering in pain. Scholars were tirelessly studying, enduring the years in search of wisdom. Couples shared deep affection, promising eternal union. Young men set out to wander the world, swords in hand. Newlywed brides and grooms adjusted their attire in joy.

In Taoist temples, monks meditated for eighty years, crossing the Ninth Barrier.

Snowflakes danced in the air, rain poured heavily, and human joys and sorrows played out in an endless cycle.

All of this, Liufeng observed.

He understood.

The forge of the sword had to walk through the hustle and bustle of the mortal world, experiencing both its splendor and its decay.

This sword was called The Sword of the Mortal Realm.

The Sword of the Mortal Realm must search for its meaning in the mortal world.

The Sword of the Mortal Realm must be tempered in the mortal world.

Liufeng gripped his sword qi, his gaze far-reaching. Within him, an immense energy stirred, like a dragon lying in wait, ready to erupt and destroy all in its path.