Chapter 1102: Creating Law

Most members of the Immortal Lineage and the Great Bean Dynasty had gathered on Tianmen Peak, enjoying a warm and harmonious time. Tianmen Peak, once deserted, had now become the Immortal Lineage's secret base.

The Dragon Ancestor and Phoenix Ancestor were using a chessboard to represent the world, with black and white pieces symbolizing their respective factions, competing for dominance. The three leaders of the Immortal Lineage watched intently, while the Great Bean Dynasty's chronicler meticulously recorded the events. Only Jin Caiwei, despite being one of the three great generals, remained detached from the courtly struggles, choosing instead to focus intently on researching new uses for the Memory Orb.

"A piece for Heaven and Earth!" Jiang Lianyi carefully placed a white piece, and as it landed, it transformed into a soaring beam of light.

"Separate Black and White!" Ao Ling, unwilling to be outdone, intercepted the white piece's path. She erupted with dazzling light, fiercely contending with it.

"Grand Dao Blooms!"

"Lotus Steps!"

On the chessboard, soaring beams of light mingled with blooming dual-colored lotus flowers. The entire board resembled a square pond, playing out countless possibilities, shining so brilliantly that Lu Yang could barely open his eyes.

Finally, Jiang Lianyi seized Ao Ling's weakness. With her final move, five white pieces connected in a line, forming a pristine white phoenix that soared through the heavens, declaring her victory.

"Another round?" Ao Ling, unconvinced, wanted to regroup and resume the game.

"Come on!" Jiang Lianyi, riding high on her momentum, was brimming with confidence.

"Wait, the new pieces are baked, and the old ones are ready to eat," Yun Mengmeng suddenly announced, scurrying to a nearby oven. This oven, recently constructed by Yun Mengmeng, contained the Samadhi True Fire. She brought out a baking tray filled with round black and white cookies—the same pieces Ao Ling and Jiang Lianyi had just been using for their game. The cookies contained mint, giving them a distinct, refreshing aroma.

The cookies from the previous game had been shared among everyone. The freshly baked ones were quickly arranged on the chessboard for the next intense match.

"This Five-in-a-Row game is quite enjoyable," Yun Mengmeng remarked, noting that she hadn't grown tired of watching it for so long.

"Of course," the Immortal Fairy said, "this was painstakingly invented by the Ninefold Immortal, based on the principles of Yin and Yang. It gained widespread acclaim upon its creation, earning the nickname 'Nine-Five Sovereign'."

Even Lu Yang was hearing about the Ninefold Immortal having this nickname for the first time.

Just as Lu Yang was observing the game, hands clasped behind his back like a retired elder, Meng Jingzhou ascended Tianmen Peak and eagerly approached him.

"Old Lu, let's have a duel!"

"Oh? So confident? Have you learned new moves?" Lu Yang raised an eyebrow. If Old Meng dared to issue a challenge, there was no way he wouldn't accept.

"You'll know if you try!"

"Then let's try!" Lu Yang stopped watching the game; a duel with Old Meng was far more engaging than observing the chess match. Coincidentally, everyone else had the same thought. All the Half-Immortals put down their tasks and gathered to watch the two Soul Transformation stage experts battle.

The two took their stances. Without a formal announcement, they simultaneously launched their attacks by unspoken agreement.

"Samadhi True Fire, Golden Bird True Flame!"

"Nirvana True Fire, Pure Yang True Flame!"

The clash of the four true flames was merely a prelude. Neither feared the other's fire, and they began to fight in the center of the blazing arena. Through the fiery veil, two figures collided and intertwined. The flames surged in intensity with the increasing force of their clashes, creating a rhythmic display.

Lu Yang anticipated that Old Meng must have learned some new skill. Knowing he couldn't match his physical strength, he held nothing back, drawing his Azure Edge Sword and unleashing a burst of sword light with a single strike.

"Hah!"

Facing the sword light, Meng Jingzhou neither dodged nor flinched. With focused eyes, he clenched his fist at his waist and punched out violently, directly shattering the sword light.

"Well fought!"

Lu Yang laughed heartily, striding forward. As bursts of sword light struck towards Meng Jingzhou, the latter responded to each with a punch, exuding an aura of unmatched dominance.

Soon, Lu Yang noticed something amiss. As his sword light continued, he narrowed his eyes. He recognized elements of many different fist techniques in Meng Jingzhou's movements, yet none of them fully matched. "What kind of fist technique is this?" he asked.

Seeing Lu Yang finally discover his masterpiece, Meng Jingzhou laughed excitedly, his fist technique growing even fiercer. "Didn't expect this, Old Lu? This is a fist technique I created during my isolated cultivation, the 'Sole Hegemon Fist'! It's perfect for testing on you!"

"You've been remarkably quiet about this, Old Meng, that's impressive! Let me see if your fist technique can withstand my sword strike!"

With a thought, Lu Yang unfurled the nascent form of his sword dao domain. Countless sword energies transformed into the shape of the Azure Edge Sword, then merged with the Azure Edge Sword in his hand.

"Myriad Swords Return to Origin!" Lu Yang roared, bringing his sword down with full force toward Meng Jingzhou.

"Sole Hegemon Fist!"

Meng Jingzhou's black hair flew wildly as his fists turned golden and rained down like a torrent, striking the Azure Edge Sword with an invincible aura. The immense energy generated by their clash was enough to astound any Soul Transformation stage cultivator.

Crack!

The golden fist's outer shell cracked, and Meng Jingzhou stumbled back two steps before steadying himself.

"Hmph, don't get cocky. My Sole Hegemon Fist has a total of eleven stages, and what I just demonstrated was only the first stage, the Ten-Day Realm!"

"Wait until I've created the next ten stages, then I'll challenge you again!" With those words, Meng Jingzhou turned and left. He figured he had only sought out Old Lu this time to test his fist technique's power, so a loss didn't matter.

Although Lu Yang had won, he felt no joy. He had only won by relying on the power of techniques from previous generations, whereas Old Meng had used his own uniquely created fist technique.

"Who can't create techniques? I'll do it too!"

Lu Yang held his breath, determined that only by defeating Old Meng with his own self-created technique would it truly count as a win. Lu Yang munched on two cookies and began his secluded cultivation.

In terms of swordsmanship, Lu Yang's mastery of the sword dao was unparalleled. Even among Integration stage sword cultivators, only grandmasters like the Sword Tower Lord were slightly stronger than him. However, whether it was "One Sword Transforms into Ten Thousand Swords" or "Myriad Swords Return to Origin," the sword techniques Lu Yang had learned were all from previous generations. Without his own unique elements, something always felt missing.

He became a crucible of the sword dao. Basic sword techniques, "One Sword Transforms into Ten Thousand Swords," "Myriad Swords Return to Origin," and all the powerful enemies he had encountered until then flashed through his mind.

As Lu Yang cultivated in seclusion within his cave, Ao Ling and the others played their chess game much more quietly, fearing they might disturb his thoughts. In fact, their worries were unfounded. At that moment, Lu Yang was completely focused, undisturbed by external factors, dedicating himself entirely to the sword dao. He was like someone swimming in an ocean of the sword dao, searching for a sword technique unique to himself.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck, and Lu Yang seized it, immediately gaining a breakthrough. This flash of inspiration was like a seed, taking root and sprouting in Lu Yang's heart. He nourished this seed with all his lifelong learning in the sword dao, allowing it to continuously grow stronger.

After an unknown period, Lu Yang opened his eyes, which seemed to conceal two immortal swords, impossible to look directly at. "It's complete!" he exclaimed.

"Old Meng, don't think you're the only one who can create techniques!"

"Fairy, what do you think would be a good name for this sword technique I've developed?" Lu Yang, not skilled at naming things, sought the Immortal Fairy's opinion.

"Hmm, since this is the first sword technique created in our dynasty, let's call it the 'Great Bean Sword Technique'!"

"Alright, I'll take the Fairy's advice. It shall be called the 'Immortal Sword Art'!" Although he wasn't skilled at naming things himself, he reasoned that if the Immortal Fairy suggested a name first, whatever name he chose afterward would inherently be a good one.