Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword-Chapter 50 - Bloodline Power

But once reaching the Spirit Gathering Realm, it wouldn’t matter what sharp weapon a person at the Body Refining Twelfth Layer used to chop at him, it would be useless.

The difference was too great; the power needed far exceeded the Body Refinement Realm.

Without entering the Spirit Gathering Realm, one can never imagine how terrifying the power of the Spirit Gathering Realm could be!

Finally… advanced into the Spirit Gathering Realm!

This was a brand-new world.

Zhou Heng sensed the changes in his body, where the expansion of his spiritual sense made even the sound of ants marching thunderous, and a single speck of dust was as clear and defined as a boulder—both his vision and hearing had improved to a frightening extent.

Zhou Heng took a deep breath as the joy on his face gradually faded.

The Spirit Gathering Realm was just a beginning, far from the point where he could be satisfied.

However, the change in his body was indeed incredibly clear.

Brimming with life, limitless strength!

Advancing into the Spirit Gathering Realm could add a hundred years to one’s lifespan, a benefit that, although intangible and invisible now, Zhou Heng could clearly feel the liveliness within his body as though squeezing out a drop of his blood could revive a withered tree!

But that was not all!

He felt as if two mysterious forces within his body suddenly awoke, stirring restlessly.

Insights, clear yet indescribable, exploded in his mind as if they were memories that had always belonged to him but had simply been sealed away until now.

Boom!

He raised his right hand, and a burst of purple flame suddenly flared in the palm of his hand.

This… was this the Bloodline Power that Zhu Zhihe and the others talked about?

And it’s not just one type!

Zhou Heng stretched out his left hand, and a flash of golden light passed by, instantly turning his hand as if it was cast from gold.

He walked over to a mountain wall, reached out, and a piece of rock instantly turned to powder in his hand.

What terrifying physical strength!

Zhou Heng couldn’t help but click his tongue in astonishment.

Just now, he hadn’t used any spiritual power at all, merely relying on the physical strength of his body.

Yet he was able to crush a hard piece of rock to dust!

This was not just a display of sheer strength, but it also required an immensely powerful body.

He could feel that his hand now was nothing less than metallic, and even the Frost Cold Sword might not be able to cut through it.

Let’s try it out.

He drew out the Frost Cold Sword and slashed it across his own hand, and a sharp, grating noise could be heard.

Not even a mark was left on his hand.

With more force, still more force, his arm displayed no trace of injury.

On the contrary, the Frost Cold Sword actually developed a slight nick in its edge!

Indeed, his body’s resilience had surpassed that of the Frost Cold Sword!

Moved by a thought, Zhou Heng returned his left hand to normal and slashed it with the Frost Cold Sword again.

This time, exerting only thirty percent of his strength, a cut appeared on his arm, but the blood coagulated without dripping down and quickly healed into a scar.

Two types of Bloodline Power!

Without a doubt, one came from his father, and the other from his mother.

Zhu Zhihe and the others had said that in the entire Cold Blue Country, those who possessed Bloodline Power wouldn’t exceed ten thousand, and their ancestors were all individuals with great abilities to pass down their powers through their bloodlines.

Purple Flame, Metallic Incarnation!

He was not only a Spiritual Body, but also a Twin Spiritual Body!

What he wasn’t satisfied with was that whether it be Purple Flame or Metallic Incarnation, it could only cover an area the size of two fists.

However, it was not confined to this spot—for example, he could metallize his head and ignite the Purple Flame there as well.

In other words, his Bloodline Power was not very strong, at least not comparable to Jing Tian’s.

Otherwise, he would’ve been detected by the Spirit Crystal Pillar before.

Zhou Heng withdrew his Bloodline Power.

This should also be considered a martial arts technique, whether it was activating the Purple Flame or Metallic Incarnation, it would consume spiritual power.

Especially, when slashing himself with the Frost Cold Sword, the consumption of spiritual power was extremely rapid.

“Can this Bloodline Power be combined with the Bright Jade Technique?” Zhou Heng had a thought.

If not, then he really would’ve learned this defensive martial arts technique in vain.

He again metallized his fist and then circulated the Bright Jade Technique; immediately, his fist took on an additional sheen, like that of jade.

It was feasible!

But… the consumption of spiritual power was even greater now!

Zhou Heng once again withdrew his Bloodline Power, sat cross-legged, and began to circulate the Moonshadow Heart Jue to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy, replenishing what he had just consumed.

A hum; the black Broken Sword within his Dantian quivered lightly, then suddenly disappeared!

What!

Zhou Heng was startled; although this Black Sword had troubled him for ten years, it had enabled him to make the incredible journey from the Body Refinement First Layer to the Spirit Gathering Realm in just over half a year—the Divine Sword deserved all the credit!

He hastily opened his eyes, about to leap up when he saw, floating in front of him, a dark Broken Sword.

…It had actually appeared!

Zhou Heng felt as if he was in a dream as he reached out for the hilt of the sword, grasping the Broken Sword that he could previously see only in his consciousness.

An odd sensation of blood connection immediately flowed from his palm, spreading through every part of his body.

Sky-soaring First Form!

Zhou Heng’s figure moved, and the Broken Sword swung open.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth immediately converged, constantly gathering on the sword blade, rapidly enhancing the power of the swordsmanship.

Sky-soaring Second Form, Third Form!

After advancing to the Gathering Spirit Realm, Zhou Heng’s strength had increased by an unknown multiple, giving him enough spiritual power to execute the three forms of swordsmanship in one go.

Sky-soaring Fourth Form!

Like water flowing into a channel, once the Sky-soaring Third Form was completed, he smoothly transitioned into the Fourth Form, Fifth Form, and Sixth Form!

In one breath!

Sky-soaring Seventh Form!

The Sword Qi was vast, reaching up to thirty or forty yards on the mountain wall; with a loud boom, it actually sliced off a rock layer the size of a house!

So that’s how it is!

So that’s how it is!

Zhou Heng laughed heartily.

The Sky-soaring Nine Forms were actually, strictly speaking, one complete move.

Each form was a process of gathering energy, and with Nine Forms as One, the accumulated power would be unimaginably terrifying!

And only the Black Sword could withstand and perfectly accumulate this power.

The sword and the swordsmanship were indispensable to each other.

No wonder he had been exhausted after performing one move in the past.

To drive such a fearsome sword technique, the consumption for him was naturally also incredibly terrifying.

But even now he could only perform up to the Seventh Form of the Sky-soaring Nine Forms.

Beyond that, his strength would not suffice, showing that to fully execute the Sky-soaring Nine Forms, at least with his current strength, was still inadequate!

This really is a major consumer of spiritual power!

Zhou Heng looked at the Broken Sword in his hands and wondered whether this sword could return after being brought out?

As his thoughts moved, the black Broken Sword disappeared in a whoosh.

Huh!

He quickly looked inward at his Dantian and sure enough, the black Broken Sword was floating indistinctly inside his Dantian, like the supreme of the nine heavens, filled with an imposing aura.

Come out!

With a thought from Zhou Heng, the black Broken Sword appeared before him again, inexplicably floating in the air.

This must be divine!

Zhou Heng held the Black Sword, curiosity suddenly arising: “Which is sharper, the Black Sword or the Frost Cold Sword?”

Thinking this, he quickly took out the Frost Cold Sword and tapped the two swords lightly together.

Ding, a spark flashed, and the Black Sword remained immovable, while a small notch appeared on the blade of the Frost Cold Sword.

“No way, I didn’t use much strength at all!” Zhou Heng was taken aback.

He truly had just lightly touched the two swords together.

Swish, swish, swish, with several consecutive strikes, the Frost Cold Sword was like it was made of mud, chopped into seven or eight pieces by the Black Sword!

—Poor Frost Cold Sword, one wonders what kind of rage Lin Fuxiang would be in if she knew, as it was her treasure!

The true definition of sharpness, cutting iron like mud!

Zhou Heng couldn’t help being overjoyed, with the Black Sword dominating the world, who could stand against him?

“Let’s try one more time, see how deep I can dive this time!”

Unwilling to give up on the Cold Pool, he plunged into the pool once more, holding his breath and diving deeper, thirty yards, forty yards, fifty yards!

When he reached a depth of seventy yards, Zhou Heng stopped.

He was unable to go any further.

The bitter cold was even more dreadful than he had imagined, useless even now that he had reached the Gathering Spirit Realm.

He surfaced and returned to the shore, circulating his spiritual power, and the chill was instantly gone.

The depth of the Cold Pool was unfathomable, with no sign of reaching the bottom even after diving seventy yards, and with Zhou Heng’s current cultivation level, this was as far as he could go.

It’s time to go back!

Zhou Heng looked up at the sky.

Although he had just entered the Gathering Spirit Realm, his Dantian was eight times larger than that of an ordinary person.

In the same realm, his strength was practically invincible!

Coupled with the uniqueness of the Cloud Flying Step, even if he couldn’t beat those in the Gathering Spirit Second Layer Heaven or Third Layer Heaven, escaping would not be difficult.

It was just that the Black Sword had stopped releasing energy a month ago, and now he must rely on his own efforts to improve his cultivation level!

After stabilizing his realm, Zhou Heng left the valley.

With the Cloud Flying Step unleashed, he moved like a swift breeze, his speed at least ten times faster than when he was at the Body Refinement Twelfth Layer.

After just five hours, he had left the Pingtian Mountain Range and the mountain peak where the Nine Spirit Sect was located came into view.

Let’s go back and see it first!

Zhou Heng returned to the foot of the mountain.

He had no particular attachment to the Nine Spirit Sect.

Although he had been part of the sect for over four months, he had not spent more than ten days within the sect itself.

However, Zhou Dinghai was after all saved by the Nine Spirit Sect, and that kindness he could not and dared not forget.

Having reached the Gathering Spirit Realm, he returned to his original form, indistinguishable from ordinary people in aura.

Unless it was by an expert of the same realm, no one could detect his depth.

Along the way, he walked as an ordinary person, not attracting anyone’s attention.

Who could have imagined that such a freak would leave the sect for three months and break into the Gathering Spirit Realm from the Body Refinement Ninth Layer!

“Zhou Heng, you’ve come back at just the right time.

Come with me quickly!” Chang Kang emerged from the side, unable to hide his joy upon seeing him.

“What’s up?” Zhou Heng asked casually.

“Fang Jianyu from White Jade Valley is challenging people at the Outer Sect, having already defeated Ma Yunlong and Guo Gang.

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He’s boasting that our Nine Spirit Sect has no one left!” Chang Kang said furiously, “It’s so infuriating.

You abandoned the top position without a fight after three months away from the Sect, and Senior Brother Jing has become an Inner Sect Disciple, otherwise that jerk wouldn’t have had a chance to be so arrogant!”

“Let’s take a look!” A hint of killing intent appeared in Zhou Heng’s eyes.

Even if his surname wasn’t Jin, he had no good feelings towards anyone from the White Jade Valley.

“Hmm, you must teach him a harsh lesson.

That jerk is so arrogant, speaking dirtily; we just wish we could all beat him to death together!” Chang Kang spoke bitterly.

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