Chapter Fifty: A Moment of Insight

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Behold Ming Liang, the cultivator of the first tier of the lightning attribute. His figure flashed forth suddenly, swift as lightning! In the blink of an eye, he seemed to transform into a thunderbolt, carrying boundless might and power.

His hands wove rapidly like phantoms, forming various mystical and complex hand seals. Every movement was flawless, precise, and naturally fluid.

Simultaneously, a low and melodious chant of ancient lightning spells issued from his lips, seemingly resonating with the thunder and lightning of the heavens and earth.

Accompanied by his movements, dazzling arcs of lightning began to leap and flicker across his hands, emitting crackling sounds. These lightning arcs intertwined like agile little serpents, emanating a terrifying aura that made one's heart palpitate.

"Junior brother, forgive me. I must win this match, and you must step down," Ming Liang said just as his voice fell.

With astonishing speed, Ming Liang dashed toward his opponent, his figure as fast as lightning! In the blink of an eye, he reached right before his opponent.

Immediately afterward, he unleashed a fierce palm strike, his palm imbued with a violently surging force of thunder and lightning.

In an instant, an incomparably powerful torrent of energy surged forth, striking straight toward his opponent.

With a deafening bang, the opponent had no time to make any reaction before being struck by this immense force. As if hit by lightning, his body instantly lost all control, and he collapsed limply to the ground, falling directly unconscious.

The other victor was Xu Jing, a cultivator of the first tier of the fire attribute.

She stood lightly in the arena, resembling an agile fire sprite.

Her fiery-red dress fluttered in the wind, as though blazing with raging flames, and every sway of her movement kicked up a train of brilliant sparks.

"A sword cultivator—very impressive, but what a pity you met me. Hehe," she uttered with a voice like silver bells.

In her hand, she tightly gripped a ball of intensely blazing fire. The flame leaped joyfully as if it possessed a life of its own, transforming at times into a fire dragon that lunged menacingly at the enemy, and at other times condensing into a gigantic fireosphere that roared forth with the momentum to destroy heaven and earth.

At this moment, the one confronting Xu Jing was a sword cultivator. Dressed in a cyan robe and wielding a long sword radiating cold light, he exuded an unyielding and razor-sharp aura.

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Facing Xu Jing's surging and overwhelming fire attacks, the sword cultivator showed not the slightest fear. With a flash of his figure, he instantly evaded the incoming fire dragon and fire spheres.

Immediately following, with a flick of his wrist, his long sword traced a graceful arc in the air, piercing toward Xu Jing with a piercing whistle that rent the air.

"Rainbow Pierces the Sun!" The sword cultivator's figure shifted rapidly, his sword techniques fierce and sharp.

For a time, the battle between the two entered a white-hot phase.

Sword lights flashed and flames soared to the heavens; the entire battlefield was turned upside down by the powerful forces unleashed by the two of them.

Xu Jing continuously unleashed various exquisite fire-attribute spells, attempting to suppress her opponent, while the sword cultivator relied on his superb swordsmanship and agile footwork to cleverly neutralize Xu Jing's attacks time and again, watching for an opportunity to launch a counterattack.

This thrilling battle attracted the gazes of numerous onlookers around them, who marveled at the magnificent and peerless duel between the two young practitioners.

After fierce competition and rigorous screening, the lucky individuals who successfully advanced and earned the qualification to comprehend the secret realm were: Liu An, Lin Luomei, Ming Liang, Xu Jing, and the mysterious and formidable saber cultivator, Fang Yuan. Filled with anticipation and excitement, they stepped together into this secret realm full of unknowns and miracles.

As an elder spoke, "The candidates for this secret realm have been decided. Please prepare yourselves, as I am about to open the entrance to the secret realm. Remember, once inside the realm, quickly find the cultivation comprehension suited to you. You will be automatically ejected from the realm after three days."

The figures all bowed and acknowledged the command.

The moment they stepped into the secret realm, the sight before them left everyone utterly astounded.

Innumerable colorful orbs of light of varying sizes floated leisurely throughout this boundless space like twinkling stars in the night sky.

These orbs of light emitted a soft and alluring radiance, seeming to possess lives of their own as they drew the gazes of everyone present.

Without a doubt, every orb of light represented the precious comprehension left behind here by a senior master. They might contain unfathomable cultivation methods and exclusive secret manuals, or perhaps unique insights and realizations regarding all things in the world.

These crystallizations of ancient wisdom were like treasures hidden in the darkness, waiting for those destined to discover and explore them.

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The first to find a cultivation method suited to him was Ming Liang. A blue orb of light was seen actively darting into Ming Liang's mind.

Ming Liang immediately felt himself standing upon a high platform surrounded by thunder, with electric arcs flashing all around his body, echoing the ancient thunder diagrams faintly manifesting in the sky, as if he could command the lightning of the nine heavens.

Not long after, the second to attain comprehension was the fire-attribute cultivator, Xu Jing. She stepped into a scorching domain where flames surged, casting her silhouette like the descent of a fire god. The fire spirit sword dancing in her hand left points where the air itself seemed ignited, transforming into gorgeous fire lotuses that merged seamlessly with the boiling sea of fire all around.

Immediately following was Lin Luomei, who sat with eyes closed, immersed in the icy inheritance. The ice lotuses circling her body gradually merged into her, and her eyes snapped open, her pupils flashing with an icy blue light that seemed capable of freezing all things.

Now only Liu An and the saber cultivator Fang Yuan remained.

Liu An walked slowly amidst a brilliant cluster of light when suddenly, a dazzling golden orb flew toward him of its own accord, gently touching his forehead.

In an instant, Liu An felt himself sucked into a world overflowing with sword intent. Sword qi crisscrossed all around, and every strand of sword qi carried the weight of rivers and mountains while remaining as light and nimble as the wind. Standing amidst ten thousand swords, a golden ancient sword hovered above his head, its blade covered in flowing ancient runes that connected directly to Liu An's mind and soul.

He closed his eyes to comprehend as sword intent flowed within him; every breath he took seemed to be a dance with the sword. Amidst the flashing sword light, his aura rose steadily, as if a single sword strike from him could sweep away all injustice in the world.

The saber cultivator Fang Yuan scanned the bizarre orbs of light with piercing eyes. Suddenly, an inconspicuous gray orb hovered quietly, as if waiting for something. Sensing something within his heart, Fang Yuan strode forward, and that gray orb actually wrapped itself around his arm of its own accord, instantly sinking into his body.

In a split second, the aura around Fang Yuan transformed drastically, as though he had merged completely with this space.

He closed his eyes and concentrated as a gray and hazy world unfolded in his heart. An unadorned, primitive saber was faintly visible, its blade covered with the traces left by the passage of time.

Fang Yuan immersed his mind and soul; the long sword seemed to gain life, dancing wildly within the sea of his mind. Every stroke of the saber carried boundless desolation and sorrow, as though it could sever all worldly troubles and shackles. His aura swelled, and an indescribable saber intent condensed around his body, shooting straight up into the clouds.

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