“Burial of the Void Sword Art!”
Ji Die’s eyes widened in shock. Her clear eyes, like a serene deep spring, could not suppress their astonishment. Her cold and elegant pale face revealed pure disbelief, her entire delicate body tensing up, her long legs stretched taut.
The Burial of the Void Sword Art, the supreme secret art of the Ye family ancestor. Back then, it was precisely because of this sword art that he caught the eye of a Supreme Venerable and was taken as a follower. It was also with this sword art that he carved out a fearsome reputation. This was an unparalleled secret art. After the Ye family ancestor vanished, the Ye family had lost this sword art entirely.
Yet now the apparition had actually executed it. Though it was merely the opening stance, Ji Die recognised it at once. She stared blankly at the apparition ahead, unable to tear her eyes away.
This was a heaven-shaking opportunity, the secret art of an absolute powerhouse. If they could obtain it, this sword art could reappear in the world and shake the ages once more.
Ye Chu was equally shaken. He had also heard legends about the Burial of the Void Sword Art. Rumour said that the Ye family ancestor had relied on this sword art to dominate an entire region. When he had unleashed it back then, the sword intent had blanketed the sky above, completely enveloping it. That was why people had named this sword art the Burial of the Void Sword Art, signifying that it could bury the very heavens.
Of course, to Ye Chu in the past, it had been nothing more than a legend. He had never imagined he would truly have the chance to witness this sword art.
Ye Chu took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on the apparition without blinking. The Ye family ancestor’s apparition moved in a dance. The movements were not fast. In his hand, light from the patterns coalesced into a sword that followed the motions of his body.
As the Ye family ancestor’s apparition danced, patterns appeared one after another. The patterns were profoundly mysterious, shaking the space. A sword intent surged from him. The sword intent was not overwhelmingly powerful, just strong enough for Ye Chu and Ji Die to sense it.
Ji Die stared at the apparition with burning eyes, committing every pattern it displayed and every step of its dance to memory. This was an enormous opportunity. No one could remain unmoved in the face of such a secret art.
But this secret art was far too profound. Ye Chu and Ji Die both found it difficult to remember everything completely. Ji Die grew anxious because of this. Her blood qi surged, drawing towards those patterns.
Perhaps because of the mutual attraction of bloodlines, when Ji Die’s bloodline trembled, the apparition’s sharp, gleaming eyes shot towards her. As the light enveloped Ji Die, the patterns surrounding the apparition all flew towards her and merged into her bloodline.
Receiving these patterns, Ji Die felt her primal spirit instantly become clear. She could grasp the trajectory of the apparition’s dance, and waves of insight surged in her heart.
Ye Chu did not notice any of this. He was focused entirely on the apparition’s movements, desperately trying to comprehend even a fraction of it! This was the secret art of the Ye family ancestor. If he could obtain it, it would be an immense fortune.
But Ye Chu’s primal spirit was limited. He could not capture the traces at all, which left him feeling deep regret.
The black iron’s light continued to vibrate, resonating and intertwining with the patterns. As it resonated, even more brilliant light erupted from Ye Chu’s body. The light blanketed the void. The apparition and the light reflected each other, dazzling to behold.
With the black iron resonating, strands of cosmic principles actually flowed along the light and merged into Ye Chu’s primal spirit. With these principles entering his primal spirit, Ye Chu found it suddenly much easier to observe the apparition. Insights poured into his mind without cease as he sensed the transformations within the sword art.
The apparition danced on. The principles of heaven and earth, the intent of the Dao, the profound patterns of mysteries and laws flickered endlessly. The Ye family ancestor repeated the Burial of the Void Sword Art over and over in the void. There was no terrifying, world-shaking power, only a gentle harmony that followed the momentum of heaven and earth, completely different from the domineering and sharp ferocity described in legends!
The Burial of the Void Sword Art carried its own intent, an intent that could stir Ye Chu and Ji Die’s primal spirits. Ye Chu relied on the black iron, Ji Die on her bloodline. Both of them comprehended this sword art. As insights arose within them, they even felt their primal spirits growing stronger.
This was only natural. As the secret art of an absolute powerhouse, the Burial of the Void Sword Art inherently contained the Dao, principles, mysteries, and laws of heaven and earth. Such things were beyond what the current Ye Chu and Ji Die could cultivate on their own. Yet now the principles, mysteries, and laws of heaven and earth were merging into their primal spirits. How could their primal spirits not grow stronger?
The apparition continued to dance. As it moved, sword shadows enveloped the entire space. Within the space, there was nothing but sword intent.
The sword art executed by the apparition carried only sword intent, without any power. But this was enough. If it had carried power, Ye Chu and Ji Die would not have dared to comprehend it here. A Burial of the Void Sword Art surging with power could easily shred them to pieces.
With only sword intent present, Ye Chu and Ji Die could comprehend it without worry.
Such a secret art was originally beyond their wildest hopes. Yet each relying on their own fortune, the two sat cross-legged, closed their eyes, and used their primal spirits to sense the apparition’s dance.
The apparition’s dance continued without pause. In the end the entire space held only its apparition. Sword intent filled every corner. The black iron in Ye Chu trembled fiercely. Ji Die’s blood surged relentlessly. Because of the blood’s rushing flow, a flush of red spread across Ji Die’s stunning face. The blush was beautiful and enchanting, carrying an alluring charm as though a celestial maiden from the heavenly palace had been moved by mortal desires. That fleeting allure, if any man were to witness it, would be enough to leave him utterly captivated and disoriented.
Several hours passed before the apparition finally began to fade slowly. Yet Ye Chu and Ji Die remained in a state of deep meditation, seated cross-legged in the space, comprehending this sword art.
Patterns continued to flicker across their bodies. With each flicker, sword intent identical to that of the apparition surged from Ye Chu and Ji Die. Of course, the sword intent they emanated was far weaker than the apparition’s.
But this was not surprising. Who were the two of them? Even with the aid of bloodline and black iron, they could not fully grasp the secret art. To obtain more than half and comprehend a small portion was already an enormous stroke of fortune.
As for how far they could eventually bring this sword art in the future, that would depend on their talent and achievements. The sword art would need them to slowly refine and deepen their insights until they could perfect it themselves.
At this moment the inheritance from the apparition was merely imprinting a shadow upon them. Whether they could later draw out that shadow and turn it into something substantial would depend on their future capabilities.
Ji Die was the first to awaken from her meditation. She opened her eyes and saw Ye Chu still seated cross-legged, faint sword intent flickering across his body. Ji Die stared at Ye Chu because of this. She could comprehend some of it because of her bloodline. But Ye Chu’s Ye family bloodline was thin. How could he possibly comprehend it?
If that were all, it would be one thing. But why did Ji Die feel that Ye Chu’s comprehension was actually a fraction stronger than hers? To say that Ye Chu’s talent surpassed hers was something Ji Die would never believe.
Ye Chu’s talent had been assessed long ago. Though it was not particularly poor, it was only slightly better than an ordinary person’s. Compared to hers, it was worlds apart.
Of course Ji Die did not know that comprehending this sword art relied most heavily on insight. Ye Chu’s talent was indeed mediocre. His qi sea was far inferior to others’. Even with the black iron opening it up, the gap remained vast.
But when it came to insight, Ji Die was not necessarily stronger than Ye Chu. The current Ye Chu was another soul entirely. His insight had never been displayed before. Even the old madman had assumed Ye Chu’s insight matched his talent. After all, in the eyes of cultivators, insight and qi sea capacity were considered one and the same.