Chapter 502 - 501
Perhaps Ye Tian realized these things himself. The Esoteric Master saw that hand waving in the air stop, as if in contemplation. The Esoteric Master did not interrupt him verbally. Such matters, if not resolved by oneself, would only grow worse over time.
Ye Tian, deeply immersed in a quagmire of thought, began to frown.
Reaching a realm that seems without technique yet surpasses technique isn’t something an ordinary person can comprehend. In this dark space, Ye Tian could only grope his way slowly, stumbling as he went. Although he possessed the Panchen Finger cultivation manual, such understanding couldn’t simply be resolved by a book.
Unlike the First Finger, where the pages were made of human skin, the creator of the Panchen Finger must have been an incredibly powerful Martial Master. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have infused his entire Inner Strength into the pages. Ye Tian was fortunate to receive the true transmission merely by fluke, but such flukes aren’t things just anyone could come across.
The depiction of the Second Finger was simply drawn on ordinary drawing paper. Ye Tian couldn’t shortcut to acquiring the second move’s method and could only fumble on his own.
This was a black space, different from the two he had entered before. This space was filled with the chill of cold air, especially the bone-piercing breeze. When Ye Tian opened his eyes, he found himself in its midst, enveloped by silence, with nothing else around. Enduring the discomfort from the cold, Ye Tian suddenly noticed a vague figure approaching from the front, but he couldn’t make out the face.
A black long sword suddenly emerged from the figure’s hand, quickly lunging at Ye Tian. And yet, the latter remained seated cross-legged, unable to move an inch. Ye Tian inwardly lamented, is this how I’m going to be hacked to death? I’ve never heard of anyone practicing by getting hacked at!
Unexpectedly, halfway through, the figure stopped, leapt into the air, spun around, and unleashed a Reverse Sword, gazing back at the moon! Then, another Point Stabbing followed. The sword seemed to be a Soft Sword; the sounds of the blade could be heard crackling. If that were all, Ye Tian would have been relieved, but the sword wielder exuded an ominous feeling; the raging Sword Qi carried an uncontrollable killing aura that struck Ye Tian relentlessly. Though not lethal, being struck by the ever-increasing force of this overwhelming Sword Qi left Ye Tian in agony, silent, for speaking would dissipate his breath. Once the breath was broken, only half a life would remain.
Ye Tian, still struggling, was aware that he might have gone astray, and found it bitterly ironic. Others go astray after mastering some divine power, but here he was, about to be beaten to death without achieving anything. No, that’s wrong; this isn’t a person, it’s a Devil.
In an instant, Ye Tian could no longer bear it, blood spurted from his mouth, scattering into fireworks in the air. The scene before him became blurry, the Devil still practicing swordsmanship, hair disheveled, and all Ye Tian could see was the figure’s leaping body and the fearless sword. As he was about to faint, a force suddenly supported his forward-tilting body, allowing Ye Tian to regain clear Divine Wisdom to observe the Devil’s swordplay.