Chapter 702 - 514: Heaven and Earth Sword Mountain
Eight Treasures Palace.
The palace gates slowly opened wide.
"Creak—!"
A clear sound echoed through the palace corridors.
Chen Sheng stepped upon the Dao Cloud, his figure slightly moving, and walked out of the palace, his aura concealed, hidden and unexpressed, with only the Dao Seal on his forehead shining brightly.
Before his eyes lay an endless and boundless celestial realm.
In the sky above, colorful clouds swirled, immortal light flowed, and the sun, moon, and stars hung above the clouds.
Everywhere he looked, palaces and pavilions stood in serried ranks, too numerous to count, with Dao Rhyme flowing and immortal aura suffusing.
Moreover, many of the palaces and pavilions were not revealed to the world, instead hidden within the stacking folds of time and space.
Each formed its own universe, with an intricate interplay of space and time within.
Amidst the ethereal clouds, the vague outlines of palaces faintly appeared!
Chen Sheng gazed into the distance, activating his Dao Eye to try to penetrate the overwhelming immortal light and clouds, seeking to unveil the truth of the palaces.
However, no matter how he channeled his Dao Power, he could not pierce through that layer of temporal and spatial barriers, not even to clearly see a corner of the palaces.
He treaded upon the Dao Cloud, walking slowly across the celestial realm, surveying the surrounding scenery, pondering to himself:
"Now I can only walk freely in the public areas of the celestial realm, but these areas are just the surface of the celestial realm."
Reaching a place rich in cloud vapor, he looked at the palaces hidden in time and space in the distance:
"Those palaces and pavilions hold deep foundations and endless opportunities, yet I cannot approach them or even see them clearly."
"Ultimately, being a Named Disciple comes with limited privileges, making it difficult to touch the core fortunes of the celestial realm."
This walk around took several hours, yet Chen Sheng felt a sense of awareness.
"Celestial realm? Sword Domain?"
"In this celestial realm, whether it be colorful clouds, immortal springs, mountain rocks, or even the dust within temporal folds, all are imbued with Sword Rhyme."
"It is omnipresent, reaching everywhere.
"It seems..."
Chen Sheng’s heart stirred, his eyes flashing with brilliance, as a bold hypothesis quietly emerged.
He immediately collected his thoughts, activated the Law, infusing it into his eyes, fully exerting his power to observe the subtle details within the celestial realm’s void.
He saw a tiny, scarcely discernible light and shadow, suddenly magnify in his eyes, and amid billions of magnifications, the microstructure of the void gradually presented itself to him.
Amidst the haze, a faint Sword Pattern vaguely appeared, circulating with Innate Dao Rhyme, interwoven with myriad laws, seeming to convey endless mystery.
"So it is!"
Chen Sheng’s thoughts surged like rivers and seas, and in an instant, he remembered the scene when he entered the celestial realm.
The long-bearded Daoist riding a white deer, opening the universe with a sword, merging the entirety of the Grand Thousand into the palm-length Immortal Sword, refining it into the magnificent scene of Heavenly Sword Mountain.
"That’s it! This celestial realm may be transformed by that Immortal Sword, or perhaps it is the inner world of the Immortal Sword!"
"If my guess is correct, this celestial realm contains the mystique of the Immortal Sword itself, it is a colossal fortune in itself!"
Thinking of this, Chen Sheng grew increasingly excited, once more activating the Law, desiring to further magnify that microstructure, to see the complete picture of the Sword Pattern, and to glimpse the supreme fortune within the Immortal Sword.
"Buzz—!"
Laws circulated wildly, the spirit light in his eyes surged, and the void in his vision continued to expand.
But no matter how he exerted himself, the Sword Pattern before him remained indistinct, like the moon in water, flowers in a mirror, an illusion, elusive and erratic!
He could only vaguely perceive a few incomplete patterns, unable to penetrate their essence, let alone capture the Dao Rhyme mysteries within.
...
Meanwhile, in the core region of the celestial realm.
In an expanse of vast distant fields, the fragrant grass lush, the immortal dew sparkling, the Spiritual Mist swirling, the scenery tranquil and serene.
A white deer, with a luminous white body, was leisurely grazing.
Its form agile, surrounded by a faint Innate Spiritual Qi, with eyes that reflected the clarity of Dao.
Suddenly, the white deer seemed to sense something, lifting its head, its eyes flashing with a glint, gazing in the direction of Chen Sheng’s location.
"Here he comes again!"
The spirit light around the white deer surged, Innate Dao Rhyme circulated, and its form gradually transformed into a youth clad in white, exuding an ethereal grace, with a handsome face and a touch of nonchalance in his expression.
The youth stood with hands behind his back, his gaze penetrating endless void, looking towards Chen Sheng’s figure, a playful smile at the corner of his lips:
"These cultivators indeed aim for the heavens three feet high."
...
Elsewhere, in the sky above the celestial realm.
Chen Sheng finally slowly retracted his aura, giving up on comprehending the micro Sword Pattern.
"My realm is still too low."
He raised his eyes to the Sword Rhyme faintly circulating in the void, mentally noting:
"Perhaps only achieving the realm of Mahayana Loose Immortal can reveal the mysteries within."
"Well, cultivation comes first!"
Chen Sheng lightly shook his head, dispelling all distracting thoughts, his heart stirred, and spirit light suddenly emanated from his palm.
"Clang—!"
A resonant sword cry sounded, an ancient Sword Seal abruptly appeared.
On the Sword Seal, precious light circulated, faintly resonating with the celestial realm’s time-space.
"Go!"
Chen Sheng raised his hand, tossing it into the air, the Sword Seal hovered, its light surged, transforming into a golden beam, piercing through the sky, tearing apart layers of temporal barriers, revealing a distinct time-space coordinate.
Within the coordinate, Dao Rhyme swirled, Sword Power rich, it was the location of Heavenly Sword Mountain, a treasure land for Named Disciples to comprehend.
Chen Sheng stepped on the Dao Cloud, his figure flickered, and with a step forward.
The scenery around him suddenly twisted, the boundless void transformed, immeasurable time-space washed over him.
He concealed his breath and focused, crossing myriad voids, traversing layers of temporal folds, the Dao Sound faintly in his ears.
In an instant, a point of brilliant light suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Chen Sheng’s heart stirred slightly "This is Heavenly Sword Mountain!"