Chapter 1053: Chapter 1050: Three Thousand Paths of Martial Arts, the Way of Slaughter!

"Senior, please enlighten me!"

Luo Feng cupped his hands to Uncle Qiu, his eyes blazing.

Although he had raised his Grand Momentum to the realm of eighty percent in seven days, only he knew how difficult it had been. His cultivation from here on would definitely become even more arduous.

The Deathless King was a saber man who had obtained the qualification of Sealing King a thousand years ago. If he could gain even a bit of the other party’s insight into Grand Momentum, his cultivation afterward would certainly go much more smoothly, and stepping into Great Achievement in Momentum would be far easier.

"Don’t pin too much hope on it. I never comprehended Grand Momentum myself; I can only tell you the experience my master told me about Grand Momentum." Uncle Qiu said.

"Alright."

Luo Feng nodded slightly.

Uncle Qiu’s gaze fell on the Thunder Dragon Saber as he said slowly, "The master once said that Grand Momentum is a state of perfect fusion between a Martial Artist’s Jing Qi Shen and the world, then manifested in either formless or tangible form."

"Perfect fusion of Jing Qi Shen..." Luo Feng pondered.

Swish!

With a wave of his hand, Uncle Qiu drew a pebble into his palm, then crushed it with an invisible force into the shape of a mountain’s embryo, and said:

"The momentum of a mountain is utmost rigidity, the momentum of water is utmost softness. Flowers, grass, trees, birds and beasts—everything under heaven has its own will. We are the same, and thus there is the saying of three thousand paths of Martial Arts. If you want to cultivate Grand Momentum to the Great Achievement Realm, you must first understand the path you yourself pursue."

Luo Feng remained silent, carefully savouring Uncle Qiu’s words in his heart.

Lin Hongyi was also lost in thought. Her Grand Momentum had long since reached the limit of eighty percent, only a single step away from Great Achievement in Momentum. Yet taking that step was incomparably, incomparably difficult; she had been stuck here for over a year.

After a long time, Luo Feng bowed to Uncle Qiu. "Many thanks for your guidance, Uncle Qiu."

His comprehension was outstanding to begin with, and from Uncle Qiu’s words he had gleaned many things.

Uncle Qiu smiled. "That is all I can say. Grand Momentum is ethereal, mysterious beyond measure. The key lies in one’s own enlightenment; others can’t help much. Among the three thousand paths of Martial Arts, which road you walk is a choice only you can make."

Luo Feng nodded, swept a glance at the crisscrossing Slash Marks on the ground, and asked, "Uncle Qiu, what was Senior Deathless King’s Grand Momentum?"

"The master’s Grand Momentum..."

Uncle Qiu’s expression sank into memories. A moment later he said, "Luo Feng, look at this courtyard. What feels different about it to you?"

Luo Feng swept his gaze around and said, "Here... it seems I can’t sense the slightest trace of vitality. What exists is only an intense killing intent."

"Your perception truly is extraordinary."

Admiration flashed in Uncle Qiu’s eyes as he continued, "When the master was sealed as king, he received the title ’Deathless King’; it did not come out of nowhere. The master’s Grand Momentum was ’Slaughter’—to cut down all living beings. Once, when a great beast tide erupted in the Canglang Dynasty, the master wiped out several hundred thousand Demon Beasts with a single glance, saving dozens of cities by himself."

When speaking of the Deathless King, Uncle Qiu seemed to return to those glorious days of the past; even his aged face seemed to be veiled in a faint radiance.

"Wherever the master’s Grand Momentum existed, all vitality would be severed. This courtyard was originally brimming with life within the illusion, but ever since I sealed the master’s saber here, there has not been a single trace of vitality."

Several hundred thousand Demon Beasts slain with a single glance!

Luo Feng’s heart trembled as he asked in shock, "Is Blackwater Lake the same?"

When he and Lin Hongyi passed by Blackwater Lake, they could also sense no life there at all, only endless killing intent.

"Correct."

Uncle Qiu nodded, then said solemnly, "However, the master fell there. The Martial Arts will lingering in Blackwater Lake is anything but ordinary. Compared to it, the Grand Momentum in this half-broken saber is not worth mentioning at all; it’s like the difference between a lone star and a bright moon."

This did not surprise Luo Feng. Even True Yuan Realm experts did not dare enter Blackwater Lake; its terror could well be imagined.

"Luo Feng, you’ve been in seclusion for six days. Go out and eat something first before continuing your cultivation," Lin Hongyi suggested.

Luo Feng shook his head. "No need, I want to keep cultivating."

He had finally obtained a thread of insight into Grand Momentum. Naturally he would not let the opportunity slip away; he intended to strike while the iron was hot and make a single push toward Great Achievement in Momentum!

"Alright, we’ll take our leave then."

Knowing Luo Feng’s temperament, Lin Hongyi understood that once he decided something he would not change his mind. She did not try to persuade him further, and turned to leave with Uncle Qiu.

"Good. Four steps left!"

Watching Lin Hongyi and Uncle Qiu depart, Luo Feng turned back, his gaze falling on the Thunder Dragon Saber inside. He stamped his foot on the ground and shot forward. The Grand Momentum surging up from the Slash Marks all around hadn’t even fully condensed before it was torn to shreds by the terrifying Grand Momentum erupting from his body.

His figure flickered, and Luo Feng appeared four steps away from the Thunder Dragon Saber.

Pa!

The instant his foot landed, a terrifying Grand Momentum exploded.

The air trembled. When Luo Feng looked around, the courtyard had vanished; before his eyes stretched an endless desert. A blazing sun the size of a fight drum hung high in the sky, roasting the earth. On the ground stood one phantom figure after another, each tall and straight, gripping a treasured saber.

The phantoms were densely packed, at least several hundred, encircling Luo Feng in the center. Though their facial features were blurred, their eyes were razor sharp, like peerlessly keen saber light, coldly fixed on Luo Feng, devoid of the slightest emotion, filled only with boundless killing intent that chilled the bones.

Sweeping his gaze once around, Luo Feng muttered to himself, "Looks like I have to cut down all of you before I can take this step..."

Buzz!

He flexed the fingers of his right hand and grasped the air. Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber, condensed out of Grand Momentum, appeared in Luo Feng’s hand. Scorching waves of fire spewed from it, dyeing a vast stretch of sky crimson.

"Cut!"

Stamping off the ground, Luo Feng shot into the sky. With a saber that carried endless fire waves, he cleaved down from midair.

Whoosh...

The desert was split in two, the Slash Mark pitch-black and bottomless. The twenty to thirty phantoms shrouded by the Saber Gang were all reduced to ash in an instant.

Swish swish swish...

Sounds of air being torn rang out in succession as countless figures, saber light sharp and fierce, surged toward Luo Feng from all directions like a sky-covering tide.

In an instant, this entire space was sealed off by the rampaging saber light. The majestic Grand Momentum made heaven and earth tremble, as if it would shatter the very firmament.

Pushing his Grand Momentum to the limit, Luo Feng’s face showed no fear; the corners of his mouth even curled into a faint smile. Instead of retreating, he advanced, charging toward the densest cluster of phantoms.

"Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills Saber!"

Swish!

With a flick of his wrist, Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber flew from his hand, turning into a vortex of wind and fire that spiraled outward. The air along its path burned, saber light shattered, and a gigantic crimson ribbon appeared between heaven and earth.

...

While Luo Feng was fully impacting the Momentum Realm, in the sky a thousand li away from Black Iron City, a ball of fire pierced the clouds, melting the air as it shot above the undulating mountain ranges. The shockwaves boomed like Thunderbolt bombardments, its aura domineering and fierce.

Hm?

Passing over a perilous peak, the golden fireball suddenly halted. A middle-aged man in a brocade robe, with a dark and sinister demeanor, stepped out from within.

His gaze fell on the collapsed mountain below. The middle-aged man’s thick brows furrowed, and in the next instant he was already standing atop the ruined peak.

Studying the battle traces on the mountain, a cold light flared in the middle-aged man’s eyes and he cursed aloud.

"This must have been left by those two brats, Luo Feng and Lin Hongyi. Judging from the marks, it was seven or eight days ago. So they’ve been heading northwest all this time. If I’d discovered this earlier, I could’ve caught up to them days ago. How could I have let them roam free for so many days?"