Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 122, Immortal

A streak of white light flashed, and Chu Ming’s figure appeared at the grand, resplendent entrance of a majestic hall!

The hall’s doors were open, but for some unknown reason, the interior of the hall could not be seen from the outside. Above the hall hung a large plaque inscribed with the words: Inheritance Divine Hall!

Chu Ming looked to his side but did not see the figures of Liu Lin and Zhuang Qing. He wondered where they were.

Entering the hall, what caught his eye were towering stone tablets, each ten meters high, thirty-six of them standing on the sides of the hall. The stone tablets were ancient and weathered, some even bearing marks of swords and blades, yet they exuded a vast and overwhelming aura.

Gazing at the thirty-six giant stone tablets within the hall, a thought sprung in Chu Ming’s mind, "Are these thirty-six tablets perhaps thirty-six types of inheritance?"

Chu Ming immediately stepped towards one of the stone tablets and silently observed it.

The thirty-six tablets were ten meters tall, but the hall itself was extraordinarily magnificent; thus, even with thirty-six stone tablets, it still appeared spacious inside.

"Hmm, is this a Palm Technique inheritance?"

Chu Ming stared at the stone tablet in front of him. Engraved on it were nine intricate patterns, each one different from the other.

Chu Ming connected the nine patterns together in his observation. Suddenly, a grand, overwhelming aura surged towards him, enveloping him instantly. Under this aura, Chu Ming’s face changed dramatically; he found it immensely difficult to move, cold sweat streaming from his forehead.

"What a formidable Palm Technique inheritance!"

Although the tablet only had nine patterns and not the presence of a true master, the mere aura alone made Chu Ming feel as if he was ruling over the world. He believed that the master who left this inheritance was not merely a Life and Death Realm King, but a far more terrifying expert to possess such a powerful aura.

If anyone mastered this aura, there would be no need for combat; a mere glance from the opponent might be enough to kill Chu Ming!

Moments later, the immense aura of the stone tablet gradually receded. It was then Chu Ming realized his entire body was drenched in cold sweat, his heart pounding.

"I cultivate Swordsmanship; Palm Technique does not suit me!"

Chu Ming pondered for a moment and slowly walked away. The aura of the Palm Technique inheritance on the stone tablet easily suppressed him. If he successfully cultivated it, his abilities would undoubtedly improve significantly, though he also practiced Gale Palm, it was clear that swordsmanship was of greater importance.

Of course, even though these inheritances did not align with his swordsmanship cultivation, observing them brought Chu Ming great benefits. So, he did not rush and watched slowly.

Each stone tablet documented an inheritance, some even recorded a major inheritance, which then branched into several, sometimes tens of sub-inheritances.

For example, Chu Ming saw a sword technique inheritance that included Extreme Breaking Inheritance, Despair Inheritance, Void Inheritance...

In the blink of an eye, half a day passed. Chu Ming’s pace in observing the tablets was neither fast nor slow. By the end of the day, he had observed thirty of the tablets, gaining significant insights into the concept of aura.

Especially one inheritance that recorded the Wind Realm; comparing it to his current understanding, Chu Ming’s grasp of Wind Realm was but a tiny fraction.

The stone tablet depicted a middle-aged man in white unleashing the Wind Realm, filled with killing intent, stepping forward with each kill. His movements were so swift that the enemy would often be dead before realizing he had struck, which left Chu Ming in awe.

Merely observing it once, Chu Ming felt his understanding of Wind Realm deepened significantly.

However, compared to swordsmanship, Wind Realm was secondary.

An hour later, Chu Ming suddenly stopped before a stone tablet.

"Sword Dao inheritance!"

Seeing the patterns on the Sword Dao tablet, Chu Ming was overjoyed. The inheritance most suitable for him was undoubtedly the Sword Dao inheritance.

The Sword Dao tablet had six intricate patterns.

Each pattern depicted a person holding a sword in their right hand, standing on the peak of a majestic mountain. The sky in the pattern was drizzling, but not a single raindrop touched the person’s clothing.

At first glance, the painting was remarkably clear, showing every detail of the raindrops and trees. However, what puzzled Chu Ming was that no matter how he looked, he couldn’t see the face of the person standing on the mountain peak, as if a layer of white veil covered it, revealing only a middle-aged man in white from his silhouette.

"The sword-wielder must be an unparalleled expert, such that even a mere depiction can affect others, obscuring his face!"

Chu Ming speculated, yet he did not dwell too much on it despite not seeing the figure’s face clearly.

He understood that the inability to see the figure’s face was due to his low realm. Once his understanding of Sword Dao reached a certain level, he would naturally see it. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Suppressing his excitement, Chu Ming calmed his mind and slowly integrated his consciousness into the first pattern on the stone tablet.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The surroundings shifted; Chu Ming felt himself merge into the tablet’s pattern.

In the sky, fine rain poured endlessly, and the world was devoid of light. On a distant majestic mountain, the middle-aged man in white stood quietly with his sword.

Crack!

An arc of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the surroundings of the middle-aged man in white. Yet, even so, Chu Ming still couldn’t see his face.

As the lightning flashed across the sky, the middle-aged man in white suddenly moved. His right hand held the sword and lightly slashed forward. The world seemed to follow a peculiar rhythm, the sword technique was simple and ordinary, nothing remarkable.

Puff puff puff...

As the sword of the middle-aged man in white sliced through the sky, everything in the world seemed to freeze. Time appeared to halt, becoming eternal; everything seemed immortal, the world immortal, the sun and moon immortal, humanity immortal.

Boom!

Everything around the middle-aged man in white suddenly shattered—mountains, grass, rocks, even space! Everything turned into a blank void.

Chu Ming’s face instantly turned pale!

When the sword struck, the whole space in front suddenly formed a black crack. In Chu Ming’s eyes, the crack expanded continuously, gradually engulfing him entirely.

His consciousness went blank. When everything settled, and the surroundings shifted, Chu Ming found himself back in the Inheritance Divine Hall.

However, compared to earlier, Chu Ming’s face was pallid, cold sweat streaming down.

"What a terrifying sword!"

Recalling the middle-aged man in white’s sword, Chu Ming felt a surge of fear. Though the sword appeared simple and unremarkable, it could destroy entire spaces. Compared to that, Chu Ming’s own swordsmanship seemed miles behind.

Nevertheless, Chu Ming did not belittle himself, knowing that the opponent must be an unmatched expert, far beyond his current realm.