Chapter 985: Sword Domain
Hundreds of famous swords hung silently in the air, like wind and rain, bringing boundless pressure.
Watching this scene, feeling the grim and awe-inspiring sword intent rushing toward them, the people around the viewing platform instinctively stepped back.
Finally seeing the legendary sword technique, the people were shocked, then grew reverent, but ultimately fell into confusion.
Because of what the Demon Lord had said—what kind of sword technique is this?
Could it be that Chen Changsheng wasn't using the legendary sword technique at this moment? But it clearly seemed no different from the legends?
Only the Clan Chief of the Xiang tribe and other true experts of the Demon race vaguely sensed that Chen Changsheng's swords were indeed somewhat different from the rumors.
The Demon Lord knew that Chen Changsheng could cut down the pear blossoms filling the sky; in fact, this was exactly the scene he wanted to see.
Because his true method, or rather his killing move, was hidden behind the sky full of pear blossoms.
The simultaneous release of ten thousand swords was Chen Changsheng's strongest technique.
Using different swords to execute different sword techniques was an extremely unimaginable matter.
This required him to possess a powerful and extremely stable divine sense, and to master countless sword techniques.
No matter from which angle one looked, this sword technique should be considered the pinnacle of the sword path.
No matter how astonishing Chen Changsheng's sword cultivation was, there was no way to advance further.
Because those swords were all independent entities, with immense differences in sword intent, shape, and technique.
No one could truly merge these swords into one, thereby creating a truly perfect sword technique.
Even if Chen Xuanba were resurrected, or Su Li started learning the sword anew, they could not solve this problem.
Chen Changsheng had also been unable to solve this problem before.
In the past, when he unleashed his swords, it was equivalent to hundreds of Star Gathering realm swordsmen striking simultaneously.
The power of this sword technique was naturally immense. In the North Soldier Sima Alley, on the Snow Plain battlefield, and that night on the Snow Ridge, it could prevent Xiao De and those assassins from the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion from doing anything to him, could kill over a hundred Demon wolf cavalry in a few breaths, and could allow him to temporarily preserve his life even under the Demon Lord's attacks.
But this sword technique also had a most fatal flaw: it fought as separate entities. Once the sword momentum slowed slightly, gaps would inevitably appear.
Those swords, those sword techniques, those swordsmen all called Chen Changsheng—they could never become a single sword, a single sword technique, a single Chen Changsheng.
This was the flaw the Demon Lord wanted to exploit, and also the moment of death he had prepared for Chen Changsheng.
But he hadn't expected that after those hundreds of swords cut down the sky full of pear blossoms, there would be no stagnation at all, and even less chaos.
Those hundreds of swords remained so steady throughout, giving a feeling of being unassailable.
So the Demon Lord did not strike.
He was very clear that Chen Changsheng had not yet refined those hundreds of swords into one.
If Chen Changsheng's sword cultivation had reached such a level, he would surely be able to casually step into the sacred domain, and the Demon Lord would already be dead by now.
Even if Madam Mu were present.
Chen Changsheng must have used some method to solve this problem.
In the past, when he unleashed his swords, their positions were uncertain, completely left to the sword intent's own devices.
But today, whether it was the high-speed slicing of the pear blossoms just now or the quiet suspension around him now, the positions of those hundreds of swords were fixed, without any deviation.
Position was relative, and this fixity constituted a connection.
Whether distance or angle, it was a connection.
The connection between two swords would be a line.
The connection between three swords would be a wall.
The connection between hundreds of swords would be a world.
A world was a domain.
The domain of a Star Gathering realm expert was called a Star Domain, so these domains formed by swords could perhaps be called Sword Domains.
Chen Changsheng and Luoluo stood amidst the wind and rain of the group of swords.
Countless starlight overflowed from the depths of his clothes, illuminating those swords.
The perfect Star Domain and the perfect Sword Domain were superimposed upon each other.
Those swords trembled slightly in the wind, and the bright sword bodies began to shimmer, like real stars.
This was his starry sky world, and no one could enter it.
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When those swords left their sheaths but did not separate, instead forming a closer, companion-like relationship,
Chen Changsheng's sword technique had undergone a fundamental change from before.
The major figures of the Demon race were mostly seeing Chen Changsheng's sword technique for the first time, so they didn't notice the peculiarity.
The Demon Lord had fought Chen Changsheng on the Snow Ridge before, and today he was closest to these swords, so he felt it most keenly and was the first to discover the problem.
He thought about it but couldn't understand, so he voiced the question.
"What kind of sword technique is this?"
The viewing platform was very quiet.
More and more Demon race experts discovered the problem, felt the existence of that Sword Domain, and their gazes toward the hundreds of swords in the sky grew even more shocked.
Even Madam Mu's expression became several degrees more serious.
A few years ago in the capital, although she had never truly faced Chen Changsheng, she had observed his several famous battles.
At that time, Chen Changsheng had already displayed sword cultivation far beyond his years, which had secretly put her on guard.
She hadn't expected that in just a few short years, Chen Changsheng's sword cultivation had improved so dramatically.
When the starlight illuminated the Sword Domain, she even vaguely sensed a hint of half-step sacredness on Chen Changsheng.
No wonder he could break the restrictions on both banks of the Red River with the Divine Staff of the State Church.
But what exactly was this Sword Domain? Could it be that sword technique? Impossible, he was just one person…
Madam Mu's brows furrowed slightly, finding it hard to believe her own deduction.
At this moment, the Demon Lord spoke again: "Please enlighten me."
His expression was very solemn, very earnest.
The slightly cold wind brushed the fine dust on the viewing platform, and the little white flowers no longer trembled.
The sun had long since silently climbed to the heights of the sky, but was hidden by clouds drifting in from the Western Sea.
In the absolute silence, countless gazes fell on Chen Changsheng, waiting to hear his answer.
Chen Changsheng did not speak.
Luoluo poked her head out from behind him again, looked at the Demon Lord, and said with a sweet smile, "I'm not telling you, just to drive you crazy."
The Demon Lord ignored her, looking at Chen Changsheng and saying, "I didn't expect that in just a few dozen days, your sword cultivation has improved so much. However, this so-called Sword Domain of yours is guided by the Star Domain; it can only be perfect in defense. Once you attack, it will be full of flaws. Want to kill me with this method? That's nothing but wishful thinking."
Chen Changsheng still didn't speak. He slowly drew the Stainless Short Sword and then fitted it onto the Hidden Edge Sheath.
Seeing this scene, the atmosphere on the viewing platform grew even more tense, because although they hadn't witnessed it firsthand, many had heard of the Pope's style of conduct.
Luoluo quietly stepped back two paces and gripped the stone bead.
Chen Changsheng's expression was calm, but everyone could already see that killing intent.
He very much wanted to kill the Demon Lord.
This was after Zhou Tong that he so clearly, even eagerly, wanted to kill someone.
Even if it really was wishful thinking, he would still think about it.
Not to mention that he was now very confident.
As long as Madam Mu and those Demon race experts didn't interfere.
He had a seventy percent chance.