# Chapter 2126: Luo River Sword Enlightenment
The Heavenly Beginning Celestial Maiden's cultivation secret palace, although located inside the Nine Torsion Heavenly Star, was like a fairyland, with an open space constructed from rare cultivation resources. A sacred mountain stood tall, planted with exotic flowers and ancient trees, filled with hazy radiance, and the heaven and earth sacred qi was extremely abundant.
Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged at the foot of the sacred mountain. A seven-colored stream flowed past him, making a "gurgling" sound of flowing water.
Seven days had already passed.
With the assistance of a Heaven-grade Sacred Pill and the Spring of Life, Zhang Ruochen's injuries had recovered by seventy to eighty percent.
"Yan Wushen's Yama Hell is truly formidable. My Five Elements Chaos Body has almost been cultivated to the extreme below the Great Saint realm, yet I still couldn't withstand it. If it were an ordinary Immortal Realm Great Saint, after suffering that blow, their Immortal Sacred Body would probably have been destroyed."
"Fortunately, I had the Spring of Life, so my physical body could fully recover. Otherwise, I would have had to re-condense the Five Elements Divine Objects and start all over again, with all my previous efforts going to waste."
Zhang Ruochen's body was as smooth as white jade liuli (glazed crystal), while emitting a dazzling divine radiance from within.
That was the sun leaf of the Seven Star Divine Ling, which had transformed into a divine sun, using his body as a lamp, continuously illuminating it. While healing his injuries, it was also strengthening his brain and internal organs that had not yet become immortalized. Even the sacred dao rules, under the light of the divine sun, became thicker and more condensed.
Divine medicine had endless benefits.
Although this battle with Yan Wushen had injured Zhang Ruochen extremely severely, with his five viscera and six bowels almost completely shattered, he had also gained blessings in disguise.
Vaguely, Zhang Ruochen sensed that a trace of immortal light had appeared in his six bowels. After recovering, they had actually reached a half-immortal state.
Since that was the case, Zhang Ruochen naturally would not let go of this good opportunity. He took out a Heaven-grade Sacred Pill that could assist in cultivating the Immortal Sacred Body and swallowed it into his abdomen.
He transported the medicinal power of the pill to his six bowels, repeatedly tempering them.
To other Saint Kings, Heaven-grade Sacred Pills were something that could be encountered but not sought after, each one being as priceless as a treasure. But to Zhang Ruochen, they were like sugar beans.
Such was his extravagance.
Another three days passed. The six bowels were completely immortalized, and Zhang Ruochen's physical body strength increased by another notch.
Now, only the five viscera—heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys—along with the brain, had not yet become immortalized.
If he could go a step further and also cultivate the five viscera to immortality, then if Zhang Ruochen encountered Yan Wushen again, he would definitely not be injured as severely as this time.
"In this battle with Yan Wushen, I should have been injured more heavily than him. Moreover, I only managed to severely wound him by using the Sundial."
"After Yan Wushen retreats, he will definitely go looking for a sacred artifact that can counter the Sundial. Once he finds one, he will surely come to the Eastern Domain to fight me again, determined to defeat me, or even kill me."
Zhang Ruochen felt a sense of crisis.
Given Yan Wushen's status, and with killing Zhang Ruochen as his reason, even if he went to borrow a Monarch Sacred Artifact, a Supreme Sacred Artifact, or even a half-divine artifact from a hell realm deity, he might be able to borrow one.
If he lost the advantage of the Sundial, how could he defeat Yan Wushen?
Zhang Ruochen secretly analyzed, thinking about countermeasures.
"In his fight with me, Yan Wushen didn't rely much on sacred artifacts. Instead, he used his own power."
"His mastery of the Way of Space far surpasses mine by a large margin. It's not just that he has cultivated more space rules, but also that his understanding of space and the space sacred arts he has cultivated are both quite profound and mysterious."
"To break his Thousand Hands Thousand Bodies Yama Great Art, besides using the Blazing God Leg, is there any other way? The Blazing God Leg consumes too much sacred qi."
"Yan Wushen's most powerful move, the Yama Hell, should be based on the Way of Space and the Way of Origin, combined with other sacred paths, drawing upon heaven and earth rules and sacred qi to form a comprehensive technique."
Zhang Ruochen let out a long breath and had to admit that Yan Wushen was indeed exceptionally talented.
Whether it was the Thousand Hands Thousand Bodies Yama Great Art or the Yama Hell, neither should be techniques that a Saint King could successfully cultivate. Yet he had managed to do so.
Zhang Ruochen was not afraid of Yan Wushen because of this. Instead, he was filled with high fighting spirit. Only if Yan Wushen was strong enough could he inspire Zhang Ruochen to become stronger.
While savoring the process of his battles with Ming Yao, Ming Fo, and Yan Wushen, a sudden tremor arose in Zhang Ruochen's heart.
Like a flash of inspiration, or as if he had captured the most supreme mystery of heaven and earth.
Out of nowhere, the Abyssal Ancient Sword flew out and inserted itself in front of him. With the sword body as the center, circles of qimiao (wondrous) ripples appeared, gradually spreading outward.
Soon, the entire cultivation secret palace was covered by the ripples.
"Splash!"
"Splash!"
...
Around the Abyssal Ancient Sword, illusory sword shadows rose up, numbering in the tens of thousands, countless, covering every corner of the secret palace.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's inner world was also completely covered by sword shadows.
Just now, Zhang Ruochen sensed that when he had used Sword Ten in his battle with Ming Yao and Ming Fo, its sword intent seemed incomplete, leaving a feeling of unfinished business.
It was like playing a zither piece, plucking the last string, only to find that the music should not end there. It could continue to play, forming a more beautiful melody, evolving into a true heavenly sound.
"Impossible. Sword Ten only has five levels of realm, and I have already cultivated it to perfection."
Zhang Ruochen found it difficult to understand, so he began to comprehend Sword Ten anew, while also going all out to seek that qimiao (wondrous) feeling of unfinished business.
Although he sat motionless by the stream,
A figure identical to him appeared, pulled out a virtual sword stuck in the ground, and began to practice Sword Ten.
Then, a second figure appeared, also pulled out a virtual sword, and also practiced Sword Ten.
A third figure appeared...
...
These figures were all Zhang Ruochen's sword dao consciousness.
Soon, the entire secret palace was filled with tens of thousands of Zhang Ruochen's virtual shadows, each holding a virtual sword, repeatedly practicing Sword Ten, executing various different sword techniques.
Sword Ten represented the "Ten Directions," namely: Heaven, Earth, East, South, West, North, Life, Death, Past, and Future.
Zhang Ruochen's sword dao consciousness practiced for who knows how long before finally gaining a glimmer of enlightenment.
"Heaven, Earth, East, South, West, North—these six directions correspond to space."
"If I integrate the Way of Space into Sword Ten, could I create a sixth level of realm for Sword Ten?"
The five levels of realm of Sword Ten were all comprehended by predecessors from the "Wordless Sword Manual." Different people naturally comprehended different versions of Sword Ten.
But the predecessors may not have comprehended Sword Ten to its extreme.
Even the "Wordless Sword Manual" may not represent the extreme.
What Zhang Ruochen needed to do was to surpass the sages of the Kunlun Realm, and even surpass the extraordinary person who wrote the "Wordless Sword Manual." Only then would he have the opportunity to become a true eternal ruler and break the existing order and rules of heaven and earth.
This was a qian suo wei you de (unprecedented) enlightenment!
However, Zhang Ruochen was not without experience, because he had once created the "Sword Realm," which was a combination of space and sword dao.
The sixth level of realm of Sword Ten might be a higher form of the Sword Realm, with the two complementing each other.
...
While Zhang Ruochen was fully focused on comprehending the sword, in a hall of the Nine Torsion Heavenly Star, Mo Yin and the Azure Dragon Saint were sitting in the highest positions, both transformed into human forms.
Mo Yin had a seductive and stunningly beautiful face, with a graceful figure, wearing a purple long dress, like a demon consort or demon empress, exuding a lazy demeanor.
The Azure Dragon Saint, on the other hand, had a burly figure, wearing a dragon scale armor, with arms thicker than water buckets, like a brute force giant.
The two of them were now comparable to first-level experts, able to contend with Immortal Great Saints. The aura they exuded was naturally extraordinary.
Below them stood dozens of Rakshasa clan Saint Kings, both male and female, bound by the dragon breath emitted from the Azure Dragon Saint's mouth, unable to move.
The Rakshasa Princess Luo Sha also stood below, bound by Zhang Ruochen's space chains, staring at Mo Yin and the Azure Dragon Saint sitting above with cold eyes.
As the most noble princess of the Rakshasa clan, Luo Sha held an extraordinary status. She could lead a sacred army to attack a great world. Even some Great Saints would give her face. When had she ever suffered such humiliation?
The Moluo Grand Prince was even worse off. His body was pierced by the roots extending from under Mo Yin's feet, with a large amount of his cultivation being devoured and absorbed. He was both miserable and weak, lying on the ground at death's door.
Luo Sha possessed a peerless beauty comparable to that of the Heavenly Beginning Celestial Maiden, the Hundred Flowers Celestial Maiden, and other such women. She was about one meter eighty tall, with a perfect figure. Every line of her body was full of captivating beauty—snow-white skin, a slender jade neck, a waist as supple as a water snake, and a pair of long jade legs that even made Mo Yin jealous. She seemed like a masterpiece carefully crafted by the heavens, with no man in the world worthy of her.
Luo Sha said, "You'd better release this princess immediately, or you will bring about unpredictable disaster."
Mo Yin was jealous of Luo Sha's beauty. She stood up, walked over seductively, extended five sharp fingernails, and brushed them past Luo Sha's crystal-clear cheek, laughing, "I'm really scared. Princess, please don't scare me."
Luo Sha's starry eyes turned cold.
Mo Yin snorted coldly, "Yan Wushen, Ming Yao, and Ming Fo were all forced back by the master. How dare you put on airs as a princess here? Do you believe I will absorb all the life essence from your body, turning you into an ugly old hag?"
Luo Sha showed no fear and sneered, "Zhang Ruochen wouldn't dare to be so arrogant. I didn't expect you, a stupid woman, to be so ignorant."
"You..."
Luo Sha immediately added, "Yan Wushen, Ming Yao, and Ming Fo are indeed very strong, but they are just individuals. In one-on-one combat, besides Zhang Ruochen, Yan Wushen is practically invincible under heaven. But wasn't he still chased all over the Kunlun Realm by the Four Heavenly Kings? No matter how strong Zhang Ruochen is, if he encounters eight or ten first-level Saint King experts, he would probably die. The Hell Realm wouldn't find it too difficult to pull out ten first-level experts specifically to deal with Zhang Ruochen."
Mo Yin was silent for a moment, then said, "Do you think the Heavenly Court has no experts? Would they allow the Hell Realm to openly deal with the master?"
Luo Sha squinted and smiled, "Haven't you been schemed against enough by cultivators within the Heavenly Court? There is a group of forces in the Heavenly Court that are very afraid of the Kunlun Realm rising again. Zhang Ruochen's defeat of Yan Wushen has already touched their nerves and made them fully alert."
"Why do you have to oppose this princess? Why not leave yourselves a way out? If one day there is no place for you in the Heavenly Court or Kunlun, this princess is broad-minded and can take you in."
The Azure Dragon Saint said, "Don't be fooled by her. Ignore her for now and deal with the Moluo Grand Prince first."
Mo Yin stared intently at Luo Sha's eyes, snorted lightly, and dragged her long dress toward the dozens of Rakshasa clan Saint King prisoners.
They were all subordinates of the Moluo Grand Prince.
Mo Yin released a powerful sacred might, intimidating those Rakshasa Saint Kings until they trembled, saying, "I heard that you Rakshasa clan love to eat meat, especially human meat. Originally, the master would never let you off, but now I've decided to give you a chance to live."
Those dozens of Rakshasa Saint Kings knew well that the Heavenly Court and Hell were irreconcilable and had already prepared themselves for death. Who would have thought there was still a chance to live?
Hearing this, some of the Saint Kings showed joy in their eyes.
Mo Yin continued, "The Moluo Grand Prince can be considered a top-tier expert below the Great Saint level. There probably aren't many such experts in the Rakshasa clan, right? If you eat his flesh, you will surely make great progress in your cultivation and benefit endlessly."
"What? You want us to devour the Grand Prince? Impossible, absolutely impossible. Kill us instead!" One of the Saint Kings, loyal to the Moluo Grand Prince, roared loudly.
"Fine, as you wish."
Mo Yin extended a hand through the air, and her fingers turned into sharp roots that pierced into the top of that Saint King's head.
Amidst the Saint King's agonizing screams, Mo Yin absorbed him into a dried corpse.
With a gust of wind, he turned to dust, scattering all over the ground.
Immediately, the remaining Saint Kings were terrified.
Mo Yin retracted those roots, which reverted to five jade fingers. She placed her snow-white index finger on her lips and licked it gently, saying, "If you eat the Moluo Grand Prince, I will let you go. If you don't, I will eat you. Think it over carefully before making your decision."
The eyes of those Rakshasa Saint Kings all turned toward the Moluo Grand Prince, becoming bloodshot.
"How dare you! How presumptuous! What are you trying to do?" the Moluo Grand Prince roared hoarsely, a qian suo wei you de (unprecedented) fear rising in his heart.
Luo Sha couldn't bear to watch and said, "Aren't you going too far?"
Mo Yin said in a deep voice, "Are we going too far? What your Rakshasa clan did in the Kunlun Realm was even more excessive! This is called treating others as they treat you. Princess, if you are also willing to take a couple of bites, I can let you go too. Want to give it a try?"
Although Luo Sha belonged to the Rakshasa clan, she did not eat humans. In fact, she detested the habit of cannibalism, because humans and their Rakshasa clan were too similar in form.
Eating humans was like eating oneself.