Chapter 1770: Chapter 1770: The Mountain is Still a Mountain (3/5)

Within the painting.

The Sword Immortal’s sword movements appeared to lack any particular method or threat, seemingly just a sword dance meant for visual appreciation.

However, as Netherworld King’s Sword Dao realm continuously advanced, he began to perceive the profound mysteries hidden within the dance.

Just as seeing a mountain is merely seeing a mountain, and seeing water is merely seeing water.

When Netherworld King first saw the Sword Immortal Sword Dance depicted in the painting, he was at this realm.

Seeing the sword dance simply as a sword dance, without uncovering any deeper mystery, and merely influenced by the immense Sword Rhythm within the painting to break through.

As his realm improved and reached the level of Tao Rule of Sword, Netherworld King revisited the painting and realized that it no longer seemed the same.

Thus, he had reached the realm where seeing a mountain is no longer seeing a mountain, and seeing water is no longer seeing water.

The Sword Immortal’s sword dance was not merely an aesthetic pursuit; it resembled profound sword techniques.

Yet at the time, Netherworld King believed that simplicity was the utmost truth, that no intricate sword techniques could surpass the refinement of a single decisive slash.

When he fully controlled the Power of Sword Dao Rules, Netherworld King’s perception of the Sword Immortal in the painting shifted once again.

As the saying goes—seeing the mountain is merely seeing the mountain, and seeing the water is merely seeing the water.

Watching the intricate sword dance—so what if it was complex? At this moment, Netherworld King discarded the rigid preconceptions he held about the Sword Dao.

Though it seemed intricate, every swing of the Sword Immortal’s blade was precise and flawless; no energy leaked, and the timing of each movement was impeccable.

Was this not simplicity in its own right?

Each swing of the blade seemed to weave an impenetrable, densely intertwined net around the Sword Immortal!

It was as though countless strands of sword qi pierced through the air, through every tiny living being in the space, launching an indiscriminate attack with no blind spots toward the surroundings.

Both offensive and defensive!

In this instant, Netherworld King finally comprehended the essence hidden within the Sword Immortal Sword Dance depicted in the painting.

As the realm of Unity of Heaven and Man unveiled itself once more.

The mysterious aura surrounding Netherworld King integrated into the Power of Sword Dao Rules.

He entered a state of serene clarity; even the Green Cloud Sword in his hand began to move on its own, slowly starting its dance!

The trajectory traced by the movements of the Green Cloud Sword mirrored the paths of the Sword Immortal’s dance portrayed in the painting.

Witnessing Netherworld King’s demeanor.

The onlookers around him displayed expressions of shock.

"This aura... Celestial Realm? But why would someone in the Celestial Realm still be able to retaliate?" the enemy commander furrowed his brow.

The Celestial Realm—an almost unattainable state, one they might never reach even if they dedicated their entire lives to it.

Even upon entering it, one’s very nature dictated that the unique state of the Celestial Realm rendered any further actions impossible.

To enter such a state in the midst of a life-and-death battle was tantamount to walking into an inevitable catastrophe.

Moreover... entering the Celestial Realm under the pressures of mortal combat was a feat considered utterly impossible.

Elsewhere, in independent spaces.

Two individuals stationed to guard their respective fortresses had already been slain.

Even the cultivators who initially seemed to retain their composure were now drawn entirely to the battle unfolding at Netherworld King’s location.

Members of the Xuanyuan Clan who had resorted to external tools to fend off their foes glanced toward Netherworld King’s battlefield amidst their respite; the aura of the Celestial Realm had even permeated their independent spaces!

"How exactly did he manage to enter the Celestial Realm in this state? Doesn’t entry demand a heart free of the slightest trace of distractions, as well as luck?"

"And entry into the Celestial Realm still allows counterattacks? Has anyone here actually entered the Celestial Realm? Or are the ancient records about the Celestial Realm simply wrong?"

The others grimly shook their heads.

Though reluctant to admit it, they had indeed never entered it before!

Xuanyuan Ling affirmed, "Ordinary states of the Celestial Realm absolutely prevent any retaliatory actions—one can’t even move a single finger."

Clearly, Xuanyuan Ling had experienced the Celestial Realm once.

However, he had also heard of an alternative theory.

It was said that when comprehending a martial technique, if one’s mind became entirely consumed by the technique, devoid of any external thoughts—

Under such conditions, one could enter the Celestial Realm, unconsciously practicing the technique within that realm.

Yet this state of Celestial Realm was said to be even harder to achieve than the regular one!

In ordinary circumstances, cultivating techniques and martial practices always required deliberate thought—whether about methodologies, diagrams, or written instructions.

During this process, one’s brain remained constantly engaged in active contemplation.

Yet Netherworld King had managed to reach this extraordinary variation of the Celestial Realm.

Xuanyuan Che sighed and remarked, "I’ve said before—do not underestimate Netherworld King; his talent in the Sword Dao exceeds your imagination."

As his words faded.

The remaining direct lineage members of the Xuanyuan Clan fell into silence.

It seemed they would need to reassess their long-held disdain toward this so-called barbarian disciple.

At the very least, it appeared that no one beneath the Monarch God Realm would be able to triumph over him.

Xuanyuan Ling solemnly added at that moment, "Brother Che is right. What we must do now is create situations where we outnumber him, leaving him no chance. Thinking we can easily defeat such a talented sword cultivator is no longer realistic."

Such is the consequence of unveiling one’s strength.

If Netherworld King were replaced by Mu Fusheng, Mu Fusheng would never expose too much of his power; in the presence of other enemies—or potential competitors—he would undoubtedly deploy talismans to defend the fortress.

By doing so, he could launch a surprise attack against enemies attempting to engage him.

Meanwhile.

In Netherworld King’s independent space.

The Green Cloud Sword in his hand began to move faster and faster.

The enemy commander snorted coldly, "While he’s trapped in the Celestial Realm, let’s strike together with full force and eliminate him!"

"Understood!"

Three other Early Monarch God Realm experts immediately echoed, unleashing their swords at Netherworld King with full strength.

The commander raised his arm, lifting his longsword overhead, its tip aimed directly at the heavens!

As sword qi filled the surroundings, countless illusory swords materialized around Netherworld King from every direction.

Densely packed like a sword net, only faint rays of sunlight managed to squeeze through the narrow gaps between them.

In this situation.

Even if Netherworld King regained consciousness and exited the Celestial Realm, he would be unable to escape from such an attack.

The space around him had been entirely sealed off.

The enemy commander gazed coldly at Netherworld King, whose sword movements grew faster and faster.

He smirked disdainfully, "Fancy and impractical sword techniques—how do you expect to fend off our assault? Do you have three heads and six arms?"

Netherworld King gave no response.

Or perhaps, he didn’t even hear.

It was as though he were lost in his own world, frantically wielding his sword in imitation of the Sword Immortal’s dance.

Every trajectory, every sword swing—each meticulously executed sword qi—matched the painted depiction perfectly!

Tightly packed and seamless sword winds coiled around Netherworld King!

Yet.

The increasingly frenzied movements of the Green Cloud Sword.

Made Netherworld King’s complexion grow paler and paler.

Though the Celestial Realm’s benefits.

Minimized Netherworld King’s energy expenditure.

By now, the sword winds had fully formed.

It was as if the Sword Immortal, surrounded by thousands of blades, stood peerless in the world!

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