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In the heart filled with Zen Chuan and Xuanchi, there is a strong desire for the way of the sword. After receiving guidance from Fu Ton, they were still not satisfied. However, true masters of the way of the sword are always able to find their own true understanding of the way of the sword in various situations. So, they decided to go to the Heavenly Sword Palace to seek a higher realm of the way of the sword.
Heavenly Sword Palace, a mysterious sword sect that has shaken the martial arts world, is also the hometown of Xuanchi. It is rumored that the Heavenly Sword Palace holds the supreme swordsmanship left by ancient sword immortals, and every generation of the Heavenly Sword Palace sword masters are experts in the way of the sword. However, Xuanchi's past is a pain he is unwilling to revisit. His experience of being sealed has left unhealable scars in his heart.
Heavenly Sword Palace is located on a frozen mountain peak, with towering mountains, and snow covering the land for miles. They struggled through numerous hardships, challenges, and finally arrived at the gate of Heavenly Sword Palace. Although it was early spring, the mountain was still bitterly cold, with white snow covering the peaks, and snowflakes drifting in the sky, like a frozen scroll.
They pushed open the heavy door and entered Heavenly Sword Palace. In the palace square, a figure danced in the air with a sword, the sword energy was fierce, and the Fu Ton and snow parted for her. That was Huo Feng, her swordsmanship had reached a very high level, and her eyes were full of longing and anticipation for Xuanchi.
Upon seeing Xuanchi, the Huo Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of shock and joy. She lowered the sword in her hand and walked towards Xuanchi with tears in her eyes. She seemed very excited, her lips trembling slightly, as if she had a thousand words to express.
The Huo Feng's eyes held a look of vicissitudes and reluctance as she said, " Xuanchi, you have finally returned. This place has been waiting for your return at every moment. You have no idea how many storms the Heavenly Sword Palace has weathered over the years. Your absence has made us all feel immense pressure and loneliness."
Xuanchi took a deep look at Huo Feng and nodded silently. There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but he didn't say much.
Huo Feng turned to Zen Chuan with a flash of assessment and hostility in his eyes, as if inquiring about her relationship with Xuanchi. She calmed her emotions and smiled, saying, "This is..."
"I am the new leader of the Demon Sect, Zen Chuan," Zen Chuan responded lightly. She could feel the hostility from Huo Feng, but she knew it was not the time to explain.
Huo Feng's eyes narrowed, the smile disappearing from her lips. She was clearly shocked and displeased by Zen Chuan's identity. She widened her eyes, staring at Xuanchi, as if trying to find the answer from his gaze.
She struggled to suppress the turmoil in her heart and said slowly, " Xuanchi, why are you associating with the people of the demonic sect? Aren't you worried..."
" Xuanchi " coldly interrupted her, " Huo Feng, you don't need to worry. Zen Chuan is my ally, her identity will not affect our cooperation. You better not have any thoughts about her, otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless with my sword."
Huo Feng was frightened by Xuanchi's indifference and warning, feeling it for the first time. She was somewhat heartbroken but dared not say more. She could only suppress her doubts and dissatisfaction, continuing to introduce the situation of the Heavenly Sword Palace to them. In her heart, the longing and worry for Xuanchi intertwined, making her feel waves of heartache and helplessness.
Tears filled Huo Feng's eyes once again. However, she knew that it was not the time to act on impulse. She wiped away her tears and told them about the current situation of the Heavenly Sword Palace. With Huo Feng's introduction, they gradually understood the current plight of the Heavenly Sword Palace and the mysteries of swordsmanship cultivation. In this secluded martial arts sanctuary, everyone sought the true meaning of swordsmanship, pursuing the highest realm of martial arts. And Huo Feng also waited for Xuanchi's return, hoping that he could resolve the current plight of the Heavenly Sword Palace and lead them to new glory.
They walked into the sword tomb of the Heavenly Sword Palace with the Huo Feng, where the secret sword techniques of ancient swordsmen were hidden. Inside the tomb, the sword energy was rampant, the sword intent was profound, making people marvel at the Xuanchi and subtlety of the swordsmanship. Xuanchi walked alone to an ancient sword platform, where the true meaning of the ancient swordsman's sword technique was engraved. He meditated quietly, as if he had seen another realm of swordsmanship.
Zen Chuan stood aside, quietly watching Xuanchi. This moment was so important to Xuanchi. She looked at Xuanchi's back with deep respect. She knew well that Xuanchi was seeking the true meaning of his swordsmanship and was also striving to face his past.
Xuanchi Sitting in front of the sword platform, hands clasped together, eyes closed in contemplation. The ancient and profound inscriptions on the sword platform seem to contain endless wisdom of the way of the sword in each character. His heart resonates with the sword intent of the sword immortal, feeling the boundless and vastness of the way of the sword.
Suddenly, Xuanchi seems to sense something. His eyes open abruptly, and a flash of sword light crosses his pupils. He stands up, slowly draws out Cold Star, and sword intent overflows with it.
He dances with the sword in the sword mound, the sword energy is rampant, the sword intent is dripping, making the Zen Chuan and Huo Feng unable to help but be moved. With each swing of the sword, it seems to carry a mysterious understanding and realization of the way of the sword.
In his sword dance, there seems to be a shadowy sword immortal conversing with him. His sword, and the sword intent of the sword immortal, echo each other, weaving into a wonderful swordsmanship diagram.
Xuanchi Suddenly stopped and gazed at the inscription of the sword immortal, murmuring, "The sword, formless and shapeless, sword intent, without beginning or end. It turns out that the true essence of the sword path lies in creating something out of nothing, infinitely approaching infinity."
Zen Chuan walked to the side of Xuanchi: "You have finally understood."
Xuanchi nodded and smiled slightly, "Yes, thanks to this sword mound, I have the opportunity to face myself and understand the true meaning of the way of the sword. From now on, my sword will no longer be bound by anything."
Huo Feng looked at Xuanchi with an expression of admiration and affection. She knew that Xuanchi had found the answers he was looking for in this sword mound, and had laid a solid foundation for the future revival of the Heavenly Sword Palace.
And Zen Chuan is quietly pondering. The Xuanchi of this moment is the true Sword Master, the true heir of the Heavenly Sword Palace.
As time passes, the sword mound of the Heavenly Sword Palace has become a sacred place for their spiritual and sword cultivation. Every day, Xuanchi and Zen Chuan will practice swordsmanship here, exploring the infinite mysteries of the sword. Huo Feng also often joins them in their practice, and the sparring between the three of them has rapidly improved their swordsmanship.
The palace master of the Heavenly Sword Palace learned of the return of " Xuanchi " and specially visited them, expressing that the Heavenly Sword Palace will always be their home. A warm wave arose in " Xuanchi's" heart, as they were no longer the sealed young man of the past, but now filled with a firm determination for the way of the sword.
During these days at the Heavenly Sword Palace, " Zen Chuan " also learned more about " Xuanchi's" past. She saw a portrait of him in his youth, full of innocence and curiosity. She also saw a picture book of " Xuanchi " and " Huo Feng " in their youth, their eyes filled with lofty aspirations.
One day, Zen Chuan was walking alone in the ancient stone corridor of the Heavenly Sword Palace, and every step seemed to evoke echoes of a thousand years, making her mood even heavier. The simplicity and tranquility of the stone corridor made her fall into deep contemplation. The past of Xuanchi and Huo Feng was a forbidden place for her, one she couldn't step into and didn't want to disturb. However, as time passed, she experienced a subtle change in her feelings towards Xuanchi, surpassing ordinary friendship and becoming deeper and more intense. She gazed at the distant sky, feeling a hint of tenderness in her heart, like distant clouds, coming and going gently.
Not far away, in the sword mound, Xuanchi was quietly contemplating the mysteries of the way of the sword. The practice of the sword path gave him a deeper understanding of life, death, and emotions. He knew that the path of martial arts was full of thorns, and their mission with Zen Chuan was not yet complete, but he had a clear answer in his heart. He was willing to walk this difficult journey with Zen Chuan and spend eternity with her. In his heart, there was no longer any hesitation or struggle.
Heavenly Sword Palace days allowed them to have the most sincere communication and understanding. In the practice of swordsmanship, their hearts were purified, and their swordsmanship reached an unprecedented level.
On the day they left Heavenly Sword Palace, snowflakes drifted down from the sky, covering the entire Heavenly Sword Palace in white, giving it an especially tranquil and sacred appearance. As they looked in the direction of Heavenly Sword Palace, their hearts were filled with gratitude and reluctance. Heavenly Sword Palace was not only Xuanchi's home, but also the starting point of their swordsmanship practice and a witness to their spiritual communication.
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