Li Mo suddenly realized something.
When the number of lifebound flying swords reaches a certain point, the strength of the individual is no longer important; rather, the various strange abilities are the key.
If one can release a deluge of flying swords with a wave of the hand.
Flying swords containing deadly poison, cancer, plague, thunder, burning...
What means can defend against them?
A single lifebound flying sword is easily exploited for weaknesses by others.
"Have the Heavenly Sword Sect ever witnessed a scene where a Ten Thousand Transformation Sword Cultivator controls ten thousand lifebound flying swords after reaching the Divine Separation Stage?"
After sorting out his thoughts, Li Mo instantly felt incredibly clear-headed, directly communicating with the Sword Palace to randomly nurture lifebound flying swords.
At the same time, he began connecting the rest of the acquired spirit roots to the sword pouch.
The Red Fox’s Fire Attribute Spirit Root, Ghost Tiger’s Ghost Attribute Spiritual Root, Kun Whale’s Water Attribute Spirit Root, Salamander’s Wood Attribute Spirit Root, Candle Dragon’s Yin Yang Attribute Spirit Root.
The procedure was not complicated, and with the cooperation of the Tattooed Beast, it took only half a day.
As all kinds of spiritual energy poured into the sword pouch, the Sword Palace gradually approached the Core Formation Stage, with cultivation progress even the Ground Lying Demon Infant could only dream of.
Unfortunately, the Tattooed Beast’s spirit root had not yet been imprinted, so the corresponding flying sword was slightly inferior to those of the Blood Attribute.
If the spirit root could mutate from acquired to innate, Li Mo could not imagine the advancement in cultivation.
In some sense, perfecting sword cultivation to rival Demon Sect Skills shows that Li Mo’s own cultivation system is already skewed to an extreme.
Li Mo focused on the Ten Thousand Transformation Sword Scripture’s cultivation, drawing spiritual energy directly from the Corpse Mountain Mini World.
Occasionally, he could hear dull sounds coming from the Three Suns Sword Tomb, as if Luo Yang was secretly searching for the Cocoon Sword’s trail.
Li Mo naturally reached Weak Crown Stage Perfection, and ten strange swords appeared in the sword pouch.
The Corrosive Blood Cancer Sword composed of pouches; the Cold Flame Bone Sword with a faint blue fire; the Three Wood Blood Sword wrapped in vines; the Glazed Glass Brain Sword made of crystal...
Each flying sword had slightly different abilities, which gave Li Mo a bit of a headache.
"If the Spiritual Power is pure, it doesn’t seem to matter much, does it?"
Li Mo looked at the colorful vortexes of spiritual power in the sword pouch, his eye twitching unconsciously, the types of spiritual power already exceeding ten thousand.
The randomness of the flying swords was self-evident.
He focused on nourishing the Sword Palace, with the Divine Power Internal Organs Blood Axis continuously flushing the sword pouch, striving to bring the Sword Palace to the peak of the Weak Crown Stage.
Occasionally, he also used innate essence, as accumulating the foundation was of utmost importance.
Until even the innate essence could no longer shake the Sword Palace in the slightest, and there was even a sense of imminent explosion, he then operated the Ten Thousand Transformation Sword Scripture.
The spiritual power expanded the space of the sword pouch, and the Sword Palace transmitted sounds of flesh and blood growth.
Li Mo remained expressionless.
At his current level, advancing to the Core Formation Stage was as simple as eating and drinking water.
The structure of the Sword Palace became orderly, and at the moment of breaking through the bottleneck, ten flying swords in the sword pouch began to revolve around the Sword Palace in an orderly manner.
Li Mo exhaled a long breath.
When he looked at the sword pouch again, the Sword Palace had transformed into a Golden Core resembling a hive.
Because it was not a conventional Golden Core, its quality was indiscernible, but given Li Mo’s substantial foundation, it was certainly no less than flawless.
The Sword Palace nurtured flying swords at an obviously faster speed.
The original ten flying swords thrived under the nourishment of the Sword Palace Golden Core, and it didn’t seem like it would take long to reach the Core Formation Stage.
"Ten years at the most, and the Ten Thousand Transformation Sword Scripture will be sufficient to break the core to become a Nascent Soul."
Li Mo stretched lazily.
He routinely checked the room, and the Illusion Fish Sword emitted seven-colored light.
Perhaps the convergence between the Fake Buddha and Sunlight Bodhisattva was increasing, and the power of the Universal Illumination Sword Intent surged, invisibly carrying the scorching of the blazing sun.
The light dispelled the darkness, leaving no corner unchecked, yet still found nothing, prompting Li Mo to retract the Universal Illumination Sword Intent.
The sudden knocking sound broke the silence.
Li Mo grasped the Illusion Fish Sword with his right hand again, and the lifebound flying sword became restless.
Another clear knocking sound, but it came from the side of the bookshelf.
At the same time, the temperature inside Li Mo’s skull started rising continuously, causing his hair to spontaneously ignite, an anomaly that occurred without warning.
In the blink of an eye, his brain seemed on the verge of dissolving.
A trace of murderous intent flashed in Li Mo’s eyes.
For an ordinary cultivator, consciousness would already be blurred when the temperature inside the skull spiked.
But he was different; the Cave God’s Eye at his brow center spewed billowing smoke, sharply reducing the skull’s temperature, while his White Bone Treasure Body protected his skull.
Even if the brain tissue was entirely burned, the Four Nascent Souls could replace the brain to maintain thoughts.
"I must see what is so special about this so-called Cocoon Sword."
Li Mo activated his Taoist Body, with Great Sun Spiritual Power pervading his flesh and bones, raising his physical strength to the point of resisting flying swords with his body.
Knock, knock, knock...
He took a step forward, instantly arriving next to the source of the sound.
At the corner of the bookshelf, an unknown wooden door had appeared at some point, crookedly embedded in the ground, also engraved with the characters A, C, 5.
Knock, knock, knock...
The knocking grew increasingly heavy.
Then, the wooden door opened a crack, and an unpleasant smell of wax oil pervaded the air.
Behind the door was an eye filled with hopeless malice, the pupil trembling irregularly, the eyeball seemingly about to break free from its socket’s restraint.
"How did I trigger a taboo?"
Li Mo cursed silently, and after infusing the Illusion Fish Sword with Great Sun Spiritual Power, the sword blade transformed into seven colors, slashing at the wooden door from an obscure angle.
The wooden door shattered into fragments, but from another corner, the knocking resumed.
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"Come on, if you can succeed, I’ll take my head off and use it as a ball."
Without turning back, Li Mo spat out ten lifebound flying swords.
His control over flying swords was somewhat crude, but it didn’t hinder the overwhelming force as he slashed them all at the doorframe.
Waves of sword light surged within the room.
The phenomenon of mountains, rivers, flesh, and bones flickered away in an instant.
The bookshelf turned to splinters, damaged books scattered everywhere, and the sword light chased each other, resembling a scene of a demon sword immortal.
Li Mo subconsciously imitated the sword intent with the Illusion Fish Sword while controlling the lifebound flying swords.
Though the sword intent formed by the Illusion Fish Sword was not even one-tenth of the original, it was undeniably impressive.
After ten minutes of detachment, the lifebound flying swords were destroyed one by one.
Li Mo cautiously gazed around, searching for the inadvertently triggered taboo.
If he couldn’t determine what taboo it was, continuing to close in would be too risky; who knew when the Cocoon Sword might sneak attack again.
After a long inspection, Li Mo barely found the pattern.
The extinguished lamps on the walls matched the number of manifested wooden doors, indicating that a taboo for the Cocoon Sword involved the lamps not being extinguished?
It was the result of Universal Illumination Sword Qi causing the lamp oil to run out.
"Good grief, using my brain as candle wax to burn."
Li Mo recalled the corpses of several sword ghosts.
He had thought they died from beheading, but now it seemed they burned like candles, until the sword ghosts walked into a room and died.
"It was taken for granted; now and ancient Heavenly Sword Sect are different."
"Sword intent can be in any form."
Li Mo tidied the messy room, simply storing everything into the Corpse Mountain Mini World.
Due to the Mountain Protection Array, the Heavenly Sword Sect couldn’t use convenient message transmission, so he wrote his conjecture on a Spirit Talisman and sent it out from A, C, 5.
The Spirit Talisman, made from the Hide of the Hidden Wood Lizard, merged with the attached object upon activation, detectable only by divine sense at a high level.
Li Mo didn’t think Luo Yang had already figured out the Cocoon Sword’s taboos.
After all, the Cocoon Sword had rudimentary spiritual wisdom; if it intentionally skirted around Luo Yang, even Land Immortals couldn’t detect the clues.
The Spirit Talisman was placed at the entrance of A, C, 5, where Luo Yang would surely see it when passing by.
Even though the forging room was less than a hundred meters away, Luo Yang was likely not in it, and the Cocoon Sword’s taboos were multiple and intertwined.
Lamplight was just one of them.
In the room, there was room to maneuver; if Li Mo rashly drew his sword outside.
The commotion might trigger a chain reaction, attracting a swarm of flying swords to attack.
"Senior Luo Yang, you had better resolve this trouble quickly; I only want to find a place for secluded cultivation."
Li Mo showed a wry smile.
Once the lifebound flying swords in the sword pouch recovered to ten, he continued operating the Ten Thousand Transformation Sword Scripture.
With the abundant spiritual energy support from the Corpse Mountain Mini World, the path forward for the Ten Thousand Transformation Sword Scripture was smooth, absorbing the spiritual energy again and again.
Meanwhile, he imprinted the last blank page onto the Sword Palace Golden Core.
The divine skill it nurtured was named [Sword Head].
Every hundred days, the Sword Palace Golden Core spontaneously generated a Sword Grinding Blade, prompting a swarm of lifebound flying swords to massacre.
The lifebound flying swords, after being refined by the Sword Grinding Blade, experienced power growth.
It’s like feeding live prey to lions and tigers in a zoo to maintain their wild nature.
"By the way, will Cocoon Swords or Pupa Swords emerge among the flying swords? Even if the probability is not high, the number of flying swords after the Nascent Soul Stage is still substantial."
Li Mo shook his head slightly; advancing the Sword Palace Golden Core to the Nascent Soul Stage was the top priority.
Supporting with vast resources, breaking through to the Condensation Stage took only two years, during which Luo Yang took the Spirit Talisman from the door and hurriedly disappeared.
In the fifth year, the Dan Formation Stage progressed smoothly.
The Sword Palace Golden Core didn’t require a replacement for the soul, and even the Five Decaying Souls were repelled, demonstrating the sword pouch’s ultimate purity.
The Nascent Crying Stage didn’t become a stumbling block for the Sword Palace Golden Core, achieving a successful breakthrough in the eighth year.
But the Three Suns Sword Tomb had not calmed down at all.
Luo Yang fit Li Mo’s inherent impression of a Sword Cultivator, choosing to use the sword over the brain at every opportunity, with constant vibrations coming from the ground.
Li Mo hastened his breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Stage, spiritual energy madly rushing into the sword pouch.
While he cultivated, the sword pouch nurtured a hundred lifebound flying swords of various shapes; it was hard to imagine such a chaotic jumble being flying swords.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
Some buildings collapsed, and the structure of A, C, 5, where Li Mo resided, inevitably suffered effects, wall cracks spreading like a spider’s web.
Li Mo felt Luo Yang intended to demolish the building directly, yet he didn’t exert full effort.
Dance on the edge of danger back and forth.
In Li Mo’s startled and cautious seclusion, the final cultivation of the Core Formation Stage finally concluded, and the Sword Palace Golden Core naturally broke through to the Nascent Soul Stage.
The hive-shaped Golden Core grew larger yet didn’t take on a humanoid shape.
A wisp of Nascent Soul aura emitted.
Li Mo frowned slightly; the soon-to-be accomplished Sword Cultivating Nascent Soul reminded him of the Sword Tomb; perhaps the Sword Dao is indeed different paths leading to the same goal?
The lifebound flying swords boiled, revealing their true name upon completing the Nascent Soul Stage promotion.
[Ten Thousand Transformation Sword Infant]
Li Mo was overjoyed, but then he noticed something unexpected: seven Tattooed Beasts wanted to crawl into the sword pouch.