142: Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen: Great Breakthrough, Great Destruction, Departure!_2 142: Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen: Great Breakthrough, Great Destruction, Departure!_2 “Because your heartbeat had also completely stopped, I lost all reference and therefore had no idea how much time had actually passed in reality,” Yao Xing said.
“But no matter how much time has passed, what you need to do now is to learn the next four moves of the Calamity Nine Swords.”
If a lot of real time had already passed and he had missed the duel with Gui Qinshao, there would be no point in rushing over now.
And if there was still time, then he must master the next few moves of the Calamity Nine Swords to defeat Gui Qinshao in the duel.
Of course, there was another crucial issue: how to leave the Heavenly Tomb?
After all, no one could leave the Heavenly Tomb, not even the most formidable figures.
But now was not the time to consider this problem.
What he needed to do next was to practice his swordsmanship and comprehend the Sword Dao.
And within this Heavenly Tomb World, it was the most suitable place for practicing the sword, even more so than in meditation.
Because there was no concept of time here, and the perception of his body’s meridians, energy, and breath were still very sharp, identical to reality and not like in the Meditative World.
So, Suo Lun once again entered the extremely monotonous and painful environment of sword training.
The sixth move of the Calamity Nine Swords.
Once again, he experienced that agonizing sensation, that feeling of searching for the correct movement amongst countless mistakes.
Thousands, tens of thousands of repetitions were required to master the first technique of the sixth move.
Then, it took thousands and tens of thousands more repetitions to master the second technique.
And every practice session was a painful torment to all of his meridians.
That grasp of balance of the internal forces and perfect harmony with the sword intent and stance was damn difficult.
However, Suo Lun deeply felt the heaven-defying advantage of his spiritual talent being increased to 8.7.
Previously, in the Meditative World, it had taken seven or eight months to master the fifth move.
But now, the sixth move took just under three months.
Of course, that was three months within the Heavenly Tomb.
As for how long it actually was in reality, that was truly unknown.
Then came the seventh move, where the difficulty multiplied exponentially once again.
After a full five months, Suo Lun had finally mastered the seventh move of the Calamity Nine Swords.
By now, he had surpassed eighty percent of Swordsmen in the world, at least in the Calamity Nine Swords technique.
Gui Qinshao’s training progress was the fifth technique of the eighth move of the Calamity Nine Swords.
To defeat Gui Qinshao, Suo Lun had to complete the entire eighth move at the very least.
And the difficulty of this eighth move was utterly infuriating.
Previously, while grasping the balance of internal forces, there would be one correct instance among hundreds of mistakes.
But with the practice of the eighth move, one might not find a single correct instance in thousands of mistakes, let alone achieving a perfect match between the force field’s balance and sword intent.
After a whole year of tens of thousands of attempts, sensations, and trials.
Near the brink of collapse, Suo Lun finally completed the study of the eighth sword of the Calamity Nine Swords.
Leave directly, or continue practicing the ninth sword?
Suo Lun hesitated, for the bitter training was terrifying, and he had developed a complete psychological shadow over it.
It would be fair to say that if it weren’t for his mind being tormented madly by the priestess, he would have almost collapsed while practicing the eighth sword.
In the end, Suo Lun decided to continue his training, even if it meant just mastering the first technique of the ninth move.
Through gritted teeth, Suo Lun began learning the ninth move of the Calamity Nine Swords.
However, as if the heavens could no longer bear to watch him suffer, suddenly the world shook violently.
The world of nothingness within the Heavenly Tomb underwent a violent upheaval.
Then, a terrifying brightness tore through the Heavenly Tomb World.
After the brightness tore through the void of the Heavenly Tomb, it fiercely pierced into Suo Lun’s eyes and into his mental world.
Immediately after, his body gradually regained sensation.
It was as if waking up layer by layer from the deepest of dreams.
Waking up again and again, one awakening after another.
At the same time, in the real world, the energy sarcophagus inside the Heavenly Tomb disintegrated bit by bit.
In only a moment, the entire illusion realm of the Heavenly Tomb void was utterly destroyed and collapsed.
And Suo Lun, not knowing from which layer of dreams he had awoken, suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and returned to the real world.
What is this?” Suo Lun exclaimed in astonishment.
The energy sarcophagus within the Heavenly Tomb had completely turned to dust by now.
Beneath him floated a beautiful priestess.
Her face was extremely exquisite and lovely, but her hair had turned completely white.
Her entire body was unadorned, her stunning celestial form sacred and moving.
This was the Sky Burier priestess who passed down the secrets of the Dragon Temple.
In the mental world, she had tormented Suo Lun countless times, nearly destroyed him completely, and finally died from Suo Lun’s fatal counterattack.
However, Suo Lun bore no grudges against her.
Because this was her Heavenly Tomb, the most secret place of inheritance for the Dragon Temple.
As a Sky Burier priestess, she would instinctively attack any intruder, defending the ultimate secrets of the Dragon Temple.
After countless fierce battles, Suo Lun finally saw her true form now.
But he only glanced at her once.
Afterward, the body of this beautiful priestess also began to disintegrate, inch by inch turning to ash, scattering with the wind, and eventually vanishing completely.