Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

After regaining consciousness, Li Guanchi did not rush to cultivate in seclusion.

He had almost nothing left to cultivate in seclusion.

With his current strength and speed, he was fully capable of dealing with those three thunder tribulations.

But after decades of seclusion, he woke up to find himself still here, which inevitably made him feel irritable and uneasy, and he didn't even have any wine.

"Sigh… am I really going to have to wait a hundred years to get out?"

"Hello! Is anyone there!!"

His voice didn't even echo; he was the only one in the world who could hear it.

Li Guanchi frowned, rose into the air, and with a wave of his hand, tens of millions of immortal essence spiritual swords condensed.

The dense spiritual swords blotted out the sky, and Li Guanchi's eyes hardened as he raised his hand and slashed out a sword!!

"Falling Dao Sword!"

Boom!!!!

Tens of millions of spiritual swords followed the sword light like a rain of swords and bombarded down!!

The violent power instantly submerged an area of ten thousand zhang!!

The entire earth turned into a sea of thunder, and the endless thunder spiritual swords exploded with a deafening roar.

The deafening explosions continued for several breaths.

Such a terrifying attack would have even a Xuan King meet his end.

Li Guanchi's strength had undergone earth-shattering changes.

The power of the Ascension Realm was incomparably tyrannical.

But when the thunder dissipated, Li Guanchi's face was unusually ugly.

The emerald green patterns on the ground still glowed as before, without the slightest change…

Moreover, after decades, Li Guanchi had not found any signs of the spiritual light dimming.

Li Guanchi frowned, muttering to himself.

"Is there really no way out?"

After a long silence, Li Guanchi landed on the ground and said in a deep voice.

"Pengluo!! Can you hear me?"

Silence, only the sound of his own breathing could be clearly heard in the world.

Pengluo, who was always by his side, did not respond to him.

"Nine Heavens?"

"Sword Spirit!! Devourer!!!"

Li Guanchi's tone gradually increased, calling out again and again.

But the silent void did not respond to him.

Li Guanchi's eyes dimmed, inevitably feeling disappointed.

But then he smiled wryly and shook his head.

He didn't expect that he would be so dependent on them at this time.

It was really a bit uncomfortable without Pengluo's nagging voice by his ear…

Lying on the ground, Li Guanchi reached out and touched the hard ground, feeling a mix of emotions.

"I really want to drink…"

The silent void was as usual, without any response.

Li Guanchi looked at the dark sky, muttering to himself.

"Do I have to stay here for nearly seventy years?"

Thinking about it, Li Guanchi suddenly sat up.

His eyes gradually became firm, and he said in a low voice.

"Since I have this time, then I will continue to hone my swordplay."

"My sword is not fast enough, not ruthless enough!"

"Since I started cultivating, I have almost always been following the things that the Sword Spirit taught me."

"In that case, I will use this time to hone my own swordplay, comprehend the sword intent, and create my own sword techniques!"

"The Sword Spirit stands too high, so every move and every style makes me feel out of reach."

After sorting out his emotions, Li Guanchi slowly got up and exhaled a breath of stale air.

The reason why he had to say everything was because he was afraid.

He was afraid that in this lonely space, where there was no one to talk to.

If he didn't speak, then it would really be a dead end.

Speaking, at least he could hear himself, proving that he still existed.

From that day on, Li Guanchi began to practice his sword day and night.

He used all the sword techniques he had learned.

He practiced desperately, his hands were rubbed bloody but he still kept drawing his sword.

Gradually, Li Guanchi's sword became faster and faster.

His swordplay also became more and more free, as easy as using his arms and fingers.

Later, he didn't know how long had passed, Li Guanchi was so tired that he lay on the ground panting heavily.

Coming back to his senses, Li Guanchi murmured.

"How long has it been?"

He had actually forgotten how long it had been.

Li Guanchi thought this wouldn't work, and then with a wave of his hand, he condensed a half-person-high hourglass with Yuan Power.

One month would pass when the hourglass was empty, and he condensed a total of twelve.

When the Yuan Power in the first one was empty, the second one would start, and so on.

"Hey, I'm so smart."

Then Li Guanchi entered cultivation again.

He found that the only way to fight loneliness might be to cultivate wholeheartedly.

Only in this way would time pass a little faster.

Li Guanchi calmed his mind, and then began to practice his sword again.

But this time, he practiced the most basic sword techniques.

Chop, cut, pick, stab, tease, intercept, point, sweep, hang, collapse, twist.

These are all the most basic sword moves.

He also practiced them to the extreme!

Whether it was speed, strength, or the control of accuracy and timing.

Day and night, day after day, Li Guanchi desperately practiced his sword, oblivious to the passage of time.

Every move and every style was swung hundreds of thousands of times.

His willpower constantly broke through his self-limit, and every time he couldn't hold on and wanted to rest for a while.

He seemed to have a voice in his mind telling him to persevere a little longer.

When he wanted to give up, he would tell himself in his heart to persevere a little longer.

When he woke up, he found that the hourglass next to him had long been emptied.

Li Guanchi frowned slightly. According to his current calculation, he should have stayed for nearly forty years.

To be precise, it should only be thirty-two years.

Without thinking, Li Guanchi waved his hand and Yuan Power surged, condensing a huge hourglass that was ten zhang in size.

The time it took for this hourglass to empty was exactly… sixty-eight years!

In addition, he also condensed sixty-eight hourglasses that were more than one person tall, and each of these hourglasses represented one year.

After arranging these hourglasses, Li Guanchi nodded in satisfaction.

Then he began to sit cross-legged on the ground, and swordplay techniques and secret manuals appeared in his mind.

A rough calculation showed that there were thousands of them!

These were all obtained from killing enemies over the years. It could be said that there were swordplay techniques of every rank of the Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Yellow tiers.

There were even some cultivation techniques and swordplay techniques left behind by the immortal cultivators he had killed.

Before, because of the existence of the Sword Spirit, he had hardly cultivated any other systematic cultivation techniques and swordplay techniques.

Even the Heaven-Shattering Swordplay only had three styles.

Li Guanchi began to read from the lowest-ranked Yellow tier cultivation techniques.

But after only looking through two of them, he threw them aside…

"Tch, can this thing even be called a cultivation technique?"

Finally, after looking at the Xuan tier ones, Li Guanchi twitched his lips.

"It's a little better than that pile of dog shit just now, but it's still shit."

Helpless, Li Guanchi finally set his sights on the Heaven tier cultivation techniques and swordplay techniques.

There was no way, his own swordplay attainments were already extremely high, and there was no point in looking at the cultivation techniques below the Heaven tier.

But the Heaven tier cultivation techniques were different. Each one contained the unique insights of the creator.

Moreover, the operation routes and moves of the cultivation techniques and swordplay techniques were very mysterious.

Li Guanchi immersed himself in them, understanding and comprehending one after another.

At this time, Li Guanchi's monstrous comprehension ability completely revealed its perverted side.

Li Guanchi spent almost only three days to comprehend and cultivate a Heaven tier sword technique, and then spent three days to master it.