Immortality Cultivation

The light-shadow Cultivator thrust its sword, and Fang Hao felt as if his skin were about to be scraped away by that fierce Sword Intent!

This thing was even more terrifying than the iron lumps, ice lumps, and fire lumps from the previous floors combined!

Sword Intent—this thing was intangible, yet it was truly lethal!

"Damn it!" Fang Hao cursed inwardly, instinctively activating Divine Spirit Steps.

He threw his body backward, sliding out while barely grazing the tip of the blade!

The cold sword edge swept past the tip of his nose, and the resulting wind pressure stung his eyes.

Before he could steady himself, the light-shadow Cultivator flicked its wrist.

The sword light, like a viper flicking its tongue, instantly transformed into dozens of sword shadows that were hard to distinguish as real or fake, enveloping all his vital points!

Each sword shadow carried that heart-palpitating Sword Intent!

"Dividing Light Sword Shadow? I can do that too!" Fang Hao gritted his teeth, his yitian sword dancing wildly as he unleashed his own Dividing Light Sword Shadow, dozens of solid sword lights meeting the attack!

He wanted to test just how large the gap was between his sword technique and that of the light-shadow.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The rapid sounds of collision rang out like popping beans! Sparks flew in all directions!

The moment they made contact, Fang Hao’s heart sank! This was bad!

The moment his sword light touched the opponent’s sword shadow, it was like paper, instantly shredded by the condensed, sharp Sword Intent contained within the opponent’s attack!

They weren’t even on the same level!

The opponent’s Sword Intent was like a chisel made of hundred-refined steel, while his own Sword Intent was still just a rough lump of iron!

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Several stray sword shadows pierced through his defense.

Although he narrowly avoided his vital points, they still carved several wounds deep enough to see bone into his arms and legs!

A strange, lingering Sword Intent at the wounds crazily ravaged his flesh, causing him to grimace in pain!

"Damn it! The difference in Sword Intent is too great!" Cold sweat broke out on Fang Hao’s forehead.

This fight was impossible!

The opponent’s Sword Intent was solid, crushing him in every aspect—attack power, speed, and defense!

His own budding Sword Intent, which he had only just begun to grasp, was like a joke in front of it!

He dared not clash head-on again, instead fully utilizing Divine Spirit Steps and Shrinking the Ground to an Inch to dodge frantically around the stone hall, like a rabbit being chased by a hound.

The light-shadow Cultivator’s movement technique was also ridiculously fast, its continuous sword attacks forcing Fang Hao to scramble about in constant peril, nearly being gutted several times!

"This won’t do! If I keep dodging, I’ll surely die!" Fang Hao’s mind raced.

He couldn’t run; the stone hall was only so big.

He had to find a way to improve his Sword Intent! Otherwise, he would be worn down until he died!

How could he improve it? Sharpening his spear right before the battle? Easier said than done!

While desperately dodging, he kept his eyes locked on every movement of the light-shadow Cultivator, sensing the Concept of unwavering determination and absolute destruction within its Sword Intent.

At the same time, he pushed his own faint, budding Sword Intent to the limit, attaching it to the yitian sword as he attempted to parry and clash!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Every time their weapons clashed, Fang Hao felt as if he had been struck on the Soul by a giant hammer!

The opponent’s Sword Intent was like a violent flood, battering his fragile consciousness!

It caused his blood and Qi to churn and his Divine Sense to sting!

Yet with every collision, he also gained a clearer understanding of how the opponent’s Sword Intent operated and where its "Spirit" lay!

"Not enough! Still not enough!" Fang Hao’s eyes were bloodshot.

He felt like a rough lump of iron placed on an anvil, being frantically hammered by the opponent’s Sword Intent!

He would either be smashed to pieces or... forged into shape!

He no longer blindly dodged, but began consciously using his most familiar Starfall Sword Art to meet the attacks!

Meteor Stab! Meteor Strike!

He poured all his insights into the falling of stars and the spirit of advancing without retreat into his sword moves, guiding that strand of budding Sword Intent to clash head-on with the opponent’s attacks!

Boom! Boom!

The collisions became even more intense!

Fang Hao spat out blood as he was sent flying backward, sustaining even more wounds, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter!

He could feel his budding Sword Intent being compressed and tempered through these near-suicidal collisions!

The Impurities were being stripped away, and his intent was becoming more concentrated!

"That’s it! Hammer it!" Fang Hao looked insane as he completely abandoned his defense, focusing all his spirit, all his spiritual power, and all his will onto that single strand of Sword Intent!

He no longer thought about winning or losing, no longer thought about life or death; there was only one thought in his mind—make my sword sharper! Make my intent purer!

In the stone hall, sword light crisscrossed and Sword Qi whistled!

Fang Hao was covered in blood, resembling a bloody mess, yet the sword in his hand grew steadier, and his eyes grew sharper!

That originally scattered, budding Sword Intent, through countless instances of shattering and reforming, gradually condensed into a clear, resilient, silver thread that coiled around the edge of his blade!

Finally, after another head-on collision, Fang Hao was not sent flying as he had been before!

He staggered back seven or eight steps, propped himself up with his sword, and suddenly looked up, a foot-long silver sword radiance erupting from his eyes!

Hum!

The yitian sword in his hand let out a clear, ringing sound!

On the blade, that silver thread suddenly lit up, emitting a completely different aura!

It was no longer a scattered, budding form, but a condensed, pure Sword Intent that carried the Concept of destroying stars!

Sword Intent formed!

At this moment, Fang Hao had an epiphany, his understanding of the Starfall Sword Art reaching a brand new level!

He felt that the sword in his hand was no longer a dead object, but an extension of his arm and a manifestation of his will!

"Come again!" Fang Hao let out a long shout and took the initiative to attack!

Starfall Sword Art—Star River Flow!

His sword light transformed into a brilliant galaxy, carrying his newborn, condensed Sword Intent, and swept toward the light-shadow Cultivator!

The light-shadow Cultivator seemed to notice Fang Hao’s change, and its sword momentum became even more urgent!

Two beams of sword light, both containing Sword Intent, fiercely collided once again!

Boom!!!

This time, there was no one-sided crushing!

Amidst the violent explosion, Fang Hao and the light-shadow Cultivator were both sent flying backward!

Fang Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, but a smile appeared on his face!

For the first time, he had blocked the light-shadow Cultivator’s Sword Intent head-on!

Although he was still at a disadvantage, the gap had been greatly narrowed!

"Hahaha! Satisfying!" Fang Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his Battle Intent soaring!

He no longer passively took a beating, but began to actively attack, applying his newly grasped Sword Intent to various sword techniques.

His Dividing Light Sword Shadow became even harder to distinguish between real and fake, and the power of his Starfall Sword Art increased explosively!

Although he was still covered in wounds, he grew more courageous the more he fought!

His Sword Intent was rapidly consolidating and improving through the struggle against a powerful enemy!

After all, the light-shadow Cultivator was merely formed by a Formation and lacked flexibility.

Once Fang Hao’s Sword Intent broke through and his combat power soared, it was gradually suppressed.

Finally, Fang Hao seized an opening, concentrated all his Sword Intent, and with a single Meteor Strike, pierced through its core!

The light-shadow Cultivator dissipated, transforming into a pure mass of energy that was even greater than the sum of those from the previous six floors!

Fang Hao slumped to the ground, gasping for air, his whole body feeling as if it were falling apart, but he felt incredibly exhilarated!

It was worth it! Totally worth it!

Although the fight had been brutal, his Sword Intent had broken through to the first level!

His strength had surged!

After absorbing the energy, most of his injuries recovered, and he felt in better condition than ever before!

"If the seventh floor is this difficult... wouldn’t the floors above be even more insane?" Fang Hao looked toward the stairs leading to the eighth floor, his expression solemn, yet filled with more excitement and anticipation!

The greater the challenge, the greater the reward!

This heaven-reaching pagoda was indeed a great place for tempering oneself!

He rested for a moment, then resolutely stepped onto the stairs to the eighth floor.