Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

Zhou Yiqiao stood on the mountain path, facing the sword intent coming from all directions, and his whole body fell into a state of emptiness and clarity.

He began to try to merge his spiritual power with the sword intent. Every breath and every heartbeat was an attempt to synchronize with the rhythm of the sword intent.

He could even clearly hear his own heartbeat. With every breath, countless sword intentions gathered towards him, eventually transforming into a ball of sword light, shooting into Zhou Yiqiao's body from all directions.

Zhou Yiqiao's body was shaking constantly, and every inch of his bones and every blood vessel made crackling sounds under the sword light.

Under the baptism of sword intent, the spiritual power in Zhou Yiqiao's body began to boil, like ignited gunpowder, erupting with unprecedented power.

He could clearly feel a strange force coming from all directions, constantly falling into his sea of ​​consciousness, and turning into a trace of memory about the 'Hundred Changes of Sword Intent'.

These memories were extremely mixed; some were about the ignorance and persistence during the first sword practice, some were about the sudden realization of the true meaning of the sword on the brink of life and death, and the most precious of them were even the teachings left behind by a powerful swordsman.

"I see......"

Zhou Yiqiao murmured to himself, with an unprecedented light flashing in his eyes.

He finally understood why the sword intent was so changeable!

The one who condensed this pressure was not the senior on the top of the mountain, but the spiritual imprint left here by countless predecessors of the Sword Sect after they comprehended this sword intent.

Every bit of memory carries the hard work and obsession of a sword cultivator, transcending the boundaries of time and space, converging into a sea of ​​sword intent on this mountain path, waiting for the awakening and inheritance of the destined person.

Zhou Yiqiao took a deep breath, closed his eyes and concentrated, allowing this vast and pure torrent of sword intent to wash over his soul.

He seemed to be in a world of swords, where each sword had its own unique language and each sword light told a different story.

He began to try to interpret the information in these sword intentions, sort them out one by one, and condense his own "Hundred Changes of Sword Intentions".

Zhou Yiqiao's five senses were completely isolated from the world, and his consciousness gradually merged with the sword intent around him. He could feel the flow of sword intent with every breath, and could hear the whisper of one of the sword intents with every heartbeat.

He began to try to imitate these sword intentions, transforming his spiritual power into an invisible sword to communicate with the sword intentions around him.

Driven by his will, the Dusk Sword began to draw complex trajectories in the air.

The trajectory was bumpy and irregular at first, but soon became smooth.

After half an hour, his sword moves were already able to resonate with the surrounding sword intent, gathering more and more spiritual power.

As time went by, Zhou Yiqiao's figure seemed to merge into this world woven by sword intent.

Each of his sword dances was accompanied by the whistling and resonance of sword intent. The air on the entire mountain path seemed to be stirred by this power, forming vortices of sword energy that were visible to the naked eye.

"The ever-changing sword spirit lies not in form, but in the heart."

He suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had realized some truth.

The next moment, Mu flew back to his side and gently stroked his side with his hand.

With the light stroke of the Dusk Sword, a long crack seemed to be torn in the air by an invisible hand.

Immediately afterwards, countless sword lights came whistling from all directions like awakened elves, but at the moment when they were about to touch Zhou Yiqiao, they miraculously merged into the sword in his hand.

The sword light flows and is colorful. Each one contains different sword meanings and emotions. It is as gentle as water, as sharp as wind, and as magnificent as the sea.

Zhou Yiqiao's figure became unusually agile at this moment. Although he was still standing in the same place, he seemed to have become a part of this ocean of sword intent.

The sword intent in the sword is no longer confined to fixed moves, but changes in a thousand ways as Zhou Yiqiao's mind changes. Sometimes it is like a dragon soaring into the sky, mighty and unmatched; sometimes it is like a swallow dancing among flowers, light and elegant; sometimes it is like ice covering thousands of miles, freezing cold.

"A hundred changing sword intentions, move as the heart desires, change according to the situation."

Zhou Yiqiao whispered, revealing his understanding of the ever-changing sword intent.

"Everything changes from one beginning, and I am the only one."

As he finished speaking, the sword light suddenly converged and gathered at the tip of the Dusk Sword, forming an extremely bright sword light.

Although the sword light is small, it contains all the essence of sword skills that Zhou Yiqiao has comprehended in his practice so far, and exudes a heart-pounding power.

Zhou Yiqiao stretched out his body, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, and leaped straight out of the pressure of the mountain road.

He held Dusk in his hand and pointed the sword at the sky. Wherever the sword pointed, the wind and clouds changed color. The sword intents around him seemed to be summoned and swirled around him, forming a magnificent picture of sword dance.

"The sword moves with my heart, and my intention changes with the situation. Today, I will use my heart to control the ever-changing sword intentions and use them for my own benefit!"

Zhou Yiqiao's voice echoed through the valley, with an unquestionable confidence.

As he finished speaking, that bit of sword light suddenly burst out, transforming into thousands of sword lights. Each sword light was like a swimming dragon, circling and dancing in the air, interweaving into an impenetrable sword net.

This sword net not only blocked all retreat routes, but also completely absorbed the sword intent that permeated the surroundings, doubling its power.

"The sword and the net become one, and all changes return to one!"

Zhou Yiqiao let out a low shout, held the sword with both hands, and swung it downwards suddenly.

The sword net suddenly shrank and turned into a dazzling sword column, carrying the power to destroy the world, and crashed into the sky.

The roar was deafening, and the entire valley seemed to be torn apart at this moment. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged wildly, forming gorgeous spiritual streams that complemented the sword pillars, forming a shocking picture.

Wherever the sword passed, the space seemed to be distorted, leaving clearly visible cracks in space, demonstrating the terrifying power of this attack.

The ocean of sword intent on the mountain path was calmed down by Zhou Yiqiao's attack. The originally violent and disordered sword intent seemed to have found a home and merged into his body.

"From now on, the Hundred Changes of Sword Intentions will be used completely by me!"

Zhou Yiqiao slowly landed on the mountain path, a satisfied smile on his lips.

He looked at the trembling Dusk Sword beside him, gently stroked the sword, as if he was comforting an old friend, and spoke.

“Don’t worry, you were born for the sword. Today, since I have comprehended the Hundred Changes Sword Intent with the help of my senior, I will certainly lend you a hand and help you advance to the innate ancient treasure!”

As Zhou Yiqiao spoke, he slapped the storage bag on his waist.

The next moment, countless natural treasures gushed out and surrounded Bo Mu, once again causing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to vibrate!