Chapter 1746: Half a Month Can Offset Thirty Years, Suddenly Enlightened and See the Flower God

"Sword Dao Disk.""Sword Dao Disk."

While on the Sacred God Continent, Xu Xiaoshou's consciousness connected with the God's Legacy.

With the strong support of the Four Ancestor Trees, the "Guide" became a medium, transforming Xu Xiaoshou into an invisible giant.

He stood in the Dead Sea, yet the Dao he comprehended reached the hyper-Dao Transformation level, the highest attainable in the God's Legacy, up to 90!

"Master Shou, he's comprehended again..."

From the perspective of the people in the Five Regions, Xu Xiaoshou ascended to the Grand-Void after passing the Nine Deaths Thunder Tribulation, and it took him very little time to stabilize his cultivation.

After this, minor cultivation bottlenecks were non-existent for him; he surged forward, quickly reaching the peak of Grand-Void.

But it wasn't over yet!

After his cultivation stopped increasing, he opened his eyes, sword intent swirling within them, and surprisingly began to comprehend the Dao once more.

This time, his comprehension wasn't a half-day tribulation.

This time, once his eyes opened, they remained open for a full ten days, flickering with various sword shadows and images, astonishing all who witnessed it.

"Ancient Sword Dao..."

Drunken in the Wind watched Master Shou's eyes from up close for ten days, yet he learned nothing!

Clearly, within those pupils, there seemed to be a small black figure practicing ancient sword techniques, performing usable moves and arts, but Drunken in the Wind couldn't understand a single one.

Was this ancient sword art?

At the very least, it wasn't the ancient sword art passed down on the Sacred God Continent!

Or rather, the ancient sword art Master Shou comprehended this time definitely surpassed the highest level within the entire ancient sword cultivator circle.

Perhaps only those few could compare if they were here.

"Breaking through to Grand-Void was just a bonus; Master Shou actually had insights reaching the Eighth Sword Immortal's level in ancient sword arts?"

"He must have surpassed him. Baxun An hasn't drawn his sword in thirty years; he must be rusty by now. Master Shou is now the First Sword Immortal!"

"I think he's already surpassed Old Man You. Although I haven't seen what the Seven Swords of Heavenly Movement truly look like, my intuition is always accurate."

"Mine too! I think Master Shou is the reincarnation of the Sword Ancestor, and he's about to meet his past self!"

Ten days passed in a flash.

The ancient sword cultivators of the Five Regions watched Master Shou, seeming to gain something, yet also nothing at all.

What was astonishing was that Emperor Cangsheng genuinely held his temper, simply sitting and watching Master Shou rapidly improve.

Perhaps, in his world, no matter what level Master Shou ultimately reached, he wouldn't be a match for the Evil Sin Bow once its seal was fully unleashed?

Half a month!

A full fifteen days!

When the last Dao Seed embedded itself, Xu Xiaoshou trembled, as if waking from a dream.

He had never imagined that reaching nine-tenths of the hyper-Dao Transformation level on the grand Sword Dao Disk would take so long.

One might not have noticed that the Reckless Body, Spirit, and Intent Dao Disks in the God's Legacy, when hyper-Dao transformed, only took seven days combined.

"Ancient sword arts are too profound!"

The insights in his mind settled.

After half a month, observing himself from a perceptual perspective, Xu Xiaoshou found that he had reverted to resembling an unpolished jade.

No sharp edges were visible around him anymore.

Even the entire sharpness of his passive skill "Sharpness" was retracted beneath his skin, like a sheathed sword.

Like...

Baxun An!

Baxun An, who had hidden his sword for thirty years!

"Sword Dao Disk."

"I've done it!"

When cultivating the sword, comparison is the most frightening thing.

When he realized that his half-month of arduous cultivation might be equivalent to Baxun An's thirty years of suffering, Xu Xiaoshou was amused.

He was the kind of person who enjoyed building his happiness on others' suffering, and at this moment, he really wanted to see how Baxun An would react upon seeing his current, unadorned state.

Perhaps it still couldn't compare.

Perhaps that fellow had already gone much further on the path of hyper-Dao transformation.

But at the very least, the gap had definitely narrowed, and by a significant margin, there was no doubt about that!

"Whatever is seen, is controlled."

"Whatever is observed, is comprehended."

Xu Xiaoshou was even too lazy to deduce his own Lord of Fengdu from Liu Fuyu's Sword of Fengdu.

Following his sword sense, he directly fixed his gaze on Baxun An, who was remotely located in the south of the Central Region, thousands of miles away.

Yes, now, relying solely on his sword sense and the Intent Dao Disk, without needing everyone to revive, he could already cross the Dead Sea and locate Baxun An's whereabouts.

He instantly saw the difference between Baxun An now and Baxun An before his tribulation.

He was like a sword piercing the heavens!

That sword pierced through the clouds to the sky, reached down to the Nine Netherworlds, walked among the mortal realm, and all Daos submitted to it.

The absolute imperial rule of the Ten Thousand Sword Art needed to be unleashed to suppress people's hearts.

Baxun An merely passed through the Central Region; ordinary people were unaware and saw nothing. But at Xu Xiaoshou's level, a single glance made his eyes ache.

"This fellow..."

Xu Xiaoshou's face showed shock.

This fellow might not have surpassed him by many points in ancient sword arts, but in terms of "reputation," he was terrifying!

His sword sense, nurtured by thirty years of fame and his early mastery of its use, had now expanded to almost encompass an entire era.

The crucial point was that before this, before the Sword Dao Disk's hyper-Dao transformation, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't discern it at all.

His method of employing his thorough Divine Sense was the complete opposite of Kuilei Han's manifestation!

But...

"Baxun An can."

"Why can't I, in my current state?"

His reputation was indeed lacking.

However, the First Sword Immortal was not an undeserved title.

As his eyes opened and closed, sword sense surged forth, and the Dao Propagation Mirror suddenly trembled, startling the Dead Sea.

Everyone in the Five Regions saw Master Shou's entire body erupt with sword intent, coalescing into a translucent, ethereal sword.

That sword emerged from the first layer of the Dead Sea, pierced down through its eighteen layers, bypassed the Dead Sea's restrictions, disregarded the Sacred Emperor's golden edicts, and was like an unrestrained sword transcending all things!

"Break!"

At this instant, Xu Xiaoshou even felt that with a gentle twist of this "Intent Sword," he could directly shred the channels of the Dead Sea's eighteen layers, top to bottom, turning them into chaos.

And if he imbued it with sword sense, splitting this place in two with a single strike would also be entirely possible!

"It's done..."

Beneath the Dao Propagation Mirror, as the heaven-piercing Intent Sword emerged, everyone watched with tingling scalps, utterly speechless.

At this moment, everyone knew.

If Emperor Cangsheng lost the upcoming battle, then it was likely that no one else in the world could stop Master Shou's surging momentum.

In the Southern Region, Ai Cangsheng gazed with focused eyes, his face showing no emotion.

The scene before him was still strange, divided into two halves, but for the first time, he no longer stared solely at Little Tear, but instead looked towards a man.

He looked at Xu Xiaoshou as if he saw his younger self.

He looked back at his own legs, and as he looked at himself, it was as if he saw the death and life of that time, when he was powerless to turn the tide.

"Young man, is this all you've got?"

The Intent Sword solidified, having just pierced through the Dead Sea.

Xu Xiaoshou found that his consciousness was still within his body, yet his thoughts trembled, as if connected to an unknown place.

The void was chaotic, ethereal.

But that low, calling voice resonated within his consciousness, incredibly clear.

Who?!

Xu Xiaoshou looked left and right.

He discovered that he still possessed "perception," and he could also control his head, seeing Drunken in the Wind, Fang Wenxin, Sunflower, and other people or non-humans with his physical eyes.

Yet he had indeed arrived in another world, and judging by the reactions of those around him, this voice here...

They couldn't hear it, nor did they know!

"Sword Ancestor?"

"Sword God?"

"Are you the one called Gu Louying?"

Xu Xiaoshou knew something.

His sudden inspirations had never been wrong.

The hyper-Dao transformed Intent Dao Disk was now so strong that it was almost evolving a "premonition" function.

Since he had previously guessed that the 90 Intent Dao Disk could see the Sword Ancestor, it meant that the world he was now connected to could truly be the Sword Ancestor's... Divine Court!

Along with another soft call.

Xu Xiaoshou was about to get angry and call out the one who was pretending to be a god... or rather, perhaps not pretending, but a true god, the Sword God.

But then the surrounding chaos shifted, and before him, a Violet Spirit Flower Eye of eerie purple slowly bloomed.

"A flower?"

It was only the first, not the only one.

With the appearance of the first flower, life seemed to be brought into the chaotic world, followed by a hundred flowers blooming simultaneously, competing in beauty.

Soon, the entire world was dyed into a world of flowers.

Heaven, Earth, left, right, near, far...

All flowers!

As far as the eye could see, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, flower after flower, swaying and fading with vibrant life.

Some bloomed, some withered.

Some flew away, some arrived.

A single instant felt like a thousand years; the vast ocean transformed into mulberry fields. Only these illusory yet vibrant flowers came and went ceaselessly, swiftly appearing and disappearing, yet existing eternally!

"What is this?"

Xu Xiaoshou was greatly alarmed.

When he awoke from the life and death, reincarnation, and temporal shifts of the blooming and withering flowers, he was drenched in a cold sweat.

He was already a being of hyper-Dao transformed Sword Dao Disk!

This meant that in ancient sword arts, he had reached nine-tenths, lacking only one-tenth compared to the so-called Sword God Gu Louying.

One-tenth!

Just this one-tenth.

Merely this world of flowers before his eyes.

Xu Xiaoshou felt as if he had witnessed the ultimate essence of Illusionary Sword Art; it was true temporal leaping, a Second World, a world of flowers that, despite being known as an illusion, he was willing to sink into!

"Sword God?"

The unruly Xu Xiaoshou, after witnessing the evolving Great Dao of the Second World, the World of Flowers, adopted an extremely humble demeanor:

"You are, Senior Sword God, aren't you?"

He licked his lips, and seeing no response, he chuckled:

"Perhaps you don't know, but I've worshipped you, Senior Sword God, my entire life."

"Even the imagery of my Heart Sword Art was sculpted according to the tall, grand, and supreme image of... you, in my mind."

"You might also not know, even though you might have passed away early... I don't know if saying this is offensive, but the image of Sword God Gu Louying you left behind truly inspired us ancient sword cultivators..."

He raised his head, glanced furtively at all corners of the World of Flowers, then hesitated, asking suspiciously, "...for a long time?"

Are you there?

Xu Xiaoshou frowned, frowned, and frowned again inwardly.

I don't butter up just anyone; if you hadn't shown such a hand just now, I truly wouldn't be praising you.

But I've praised you so much, and you're still playing mysterious and not showing yourself...

Don't let me find you!

You'd better not be like Chongyin, but rather in your peak condition!

Otherwise, if you dare to show your face, I'll knock your teeth out, dig up your Ancestor God's destiny, and let Elder Sang seal an Ancestor God for fun too!

"I'm here!" When the low voice reappeared, Xu Xiaoshou replied extremely quickly, his face radiating enthusiasm.

The entire World of Flowers pulsed with his response.

Yet countless flowers tilted outwards simultaneously, and not a single person was seen. Xu Xiaoshou, standing in this world, actually felt "disdain."

Oh? Does he dislike this kind of fawning and flattery?

Xu Xiaoshou pondered, recalling how Baxun An had brazenly claimed when he first joined the Holy Slaves that those below might not recognize him, but the higher up one went, the more respect he received.

So he called out, "Do you know Baxun An? He's my friend. Give him some face and come out."

The "young man's" voice was not heard in the void; instead, other content actually emerged:

"I know Baxun An..."

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils suddenly dilated.

For a moment, he suspected he had entered Baxun An's Second World and was being controlled by that guy with his Illusionary Sword Art.

No way, Old Eight, even the Sword Ancestor gives you face?

Your face is way too big then, even bigger than the pie I drew for everyone in the First Heaven Pavilion!

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

He knows me too?

When the calling voice emerged again, Xu Xiaoshou had already calmed down, discarding all his previous deductions, and raised his voice:

"Senior, I think I know who you are."

"Oh?" No figure appeared, only the voice, which conveyed a hint of interest.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't give him another chance to speak.

He also cultivated ancient sword arts, and after calming down, he could see that maintaining this world of flowers must consume an extremely terrifying amount of energy.

But this person made such a grand move right from the start, completely unafraid of the consumption?

Ancient sword cultivators, apart from himself, were all stamina failures; this had been a truth since ancient times.

He likely could only do this!

Or he was trapped, unable to control his power, and could only act in this manner—which perfectly matched his consistent reclusive behavior.

Or he used this method to block others' prying eyes, desiring a private meeting—calling them "others" might not even be accurate, it should be "other gods."

Xu Xiaoshou had largely understood.

This person spent such a huge cost to manifest the World of Flowers, likely to shield himself from other potential Ancestor Gods, and to meet with him as quickly as possible before discussing anything else.

Because the premonition that "hyper-Dao transformation can see Ancestor Gods" had basically been confirmed, meaning that if he recklessly advanced other Grand Dao Disks next, he would encounter more "unknowns," if they were still alive.

To see them meant to be polluted?

For most people, that should be the case.

Therefore, at this moment, the order of meetings became incredibly important.

This eccentric fellow in the World of Flowers might not know who he would meet next, but intercepting him before he met other Ancestor Gods, and having the ability to do so, it seemed he also had something to say...

Then he couldn't be allowed to speak.

I'll speak!

Xu Xiaoshou had already sensed this person's goodwill.

Although he couldn't verify its authenticity, he chose to trust it for now.

His goodwill was evident from how he never disturbed Xu Xiaoshou, from Xu Xiaoshou's ability to still control his physical self in the Dead Sea, and from the deliberate demonstration of the World of Flowers' cyclical transformation.

Of course, the possibility that it was all an act wasn't excluded... Xu Xiaoshou dismissed that thought and spoke eloquently:

"You're not the Sword Ancestor, are you?"

"I initially thought you were the Sword Ancestor, but I figured the Sword Ancestor might have met with some accident, and perhaps I wouldn't even be able to see him."

"And the flowers..."

He looked at the surrounding flowers, and with a thought of his Heart Sword Art, the image of Sword God Gu Louying appeared behind him.

"It's different."

"The Sword God gives me a feeling of aloofness and cold pride."

"But you give off a feeling of humility, of being subtly alluring... Uh, no, anyway, I know who you are now."

"The one who uses flowers, uses Illusionary Sword Art, has summoned Baxun An, perhaps the only one who can surpass Baxun An in this path, and who also knows me... that must be the one!"

The voice in the void seemed to be chuckling, not responding, so Xu Xiaoshou continued:

"I feel your goodwill."

"I also know that you've stopped and intercepted me at this moment, likely to warn me about something—my intuition is always spot on."

"I'm grateful, but I don't like talking to thin air. Please show yourself!"

In the World of Flowers, the blossoms swayed.

The voice still carried a faint smile, not yet forming a physical shape, but it asked:

"Who am I?"

Who else could you be?