Mortals cultivate immortality, and their IQ is playing with their heartbeats

Embarking on this fantastical journey, the three swords in my hand, shimmering with a mysterious light, became my dearest companions in exploring the unknown world.

The Sword of the Past, its blade etched with the纹路 of time, was born from the vast river of history.

When I gently grasped it, ancient memories surged forth like a tide, the heroic deeds sealed by time, the rise and fall of dynasties, all vividly appearing before my eyes.

It was like a silent historian, using its cold blade to silently narrate the passionate fervor and vicissitudes of the past,

making me deeply understand that the past is the solid foundation upon which we forge ahead, and every experience meticulously shapes who I am today.

The Sword of the Present, its blade reflecting the colorful light and shadows of the real world.

Its power stems from every breath, every struggle, and every endeavor of the present moment.

When I wield this sword, I can truly feel the joys and sorrows of life, see the determined gazes of people striving for their dreams, and witness the beauty and cruelty of the world.

It constantly reminds me that seizing the present is the key to realizing dreams, and every present moment is an important stepping stone to the future.

The Sword of the Future, its blade emitting a deep and mysterious light, was born from the misty labyrinth of the future.

This sword is full of unknown variables, and each swing seems to offer a glimpse of the vague outline of the future, yet it is difficult to grasp clearly.

This sword fills me with infinite longing and aspiration, while also inspiring awe in my heart,

motivating me to bravely pursue the ideals in my heart and use practical actions to shape the beautiful appearance of the future.

These three swords represent the three dimensions of time, and they intertwine and merge with each other in my long journey.

Guiding me to draw valuable experience from the river of history, to bravely struggle and forge ahead in the real world,

to find the right direction in the heavy fog of the future, and to constantly explore the true meaning and mysteries of life.

The Ancient Demon Will overlooked everything below, and in its originally cold, ruthless,

disdainful eyes, a hint of panic and disbelief unexpectedly emerged at this moment.

It never imagined that Li Chengfeng, who was once as insignificant as an ant in its eyes, would now possess such earth-shattering power with the sword he cultivated.

In the past, Li Chengfeng was just an unknown pawn cautiously groping at the edge of the sword path, while it, as the Ancient Demon Will, was high above,

unparalleled, controlling endless dark power, and treating all things in the world as mere playthings to be manipulated at will.

In its inherent understanding, Li Chengfeng would not be able to pose the slightest threat to it even if he exhausted his entire life.

But after only a short hundred years, everything had undergone earth-shattering, jaw-dropping changes.

The three divine swords in Li Chengfeng's hands exuded a terrifying aura that chilled the heart.

These three swords, born from the river of history, the real world, and the misty future, respectively, each contain a unique and vast, powerful force.

The Sword of the Past, carrying the sword will of countless predecessors, can sever the firm shackles of time, return to the past,

allowing enemies to sink into the endless abyss of memories and regret; the Sword of the Present, reflecting the truth and cruelty of the present,

each swing of it can ruthlessly tear apart the space of reality, instantly disintegrating the enemy's defenses; the Sword of the Future, exuding a mysterious and unpredictable aura,

as if able to discern the countless variables of the future, and when the sword is drawn, it seems to carry the final judgment of fate, leaving the enemy with no escape.

A strong sense of fear suddenly surged in the Ancient Demon Will's heart, and it suddenly realized that

its past arrogance and contempt might bring it a fatal disaster.

But how could it easily yield and bow its head? In an angry roar, dark magic surged like a raging tide,

and it decided to go all out, engaging in a thrilling and life-or-death contest with Li Chengfeng and his three divine swords.

Amidst the changing winds and clouds between heaven and earth, Li Chengfeng's aura suddenly surged, and the supreme power of entering the Great Vehicle Stage erupted in an earth-shattering manner.

Instantly, the sky was stained by his powerful force, and the originally azure, jewel-like sky was instantly covered by layers of inky tribulation clouds,

the layers of tribulation clouds, like the ferocious and terrifying face of an ancient behemoth, pressed down on people, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Lightning flashed in the tribulation clouds, each bolt thicker than a mountain, carrying the terrifying power to destroy the world, seemingly wanting to ruthlessly turn everything in the world into fine powder.

Li Chengfeng floated in mid-air, his clothes fluttering in the strong wind, his eyes like the deep and vast universe stars,

bright and dazzling, containing wisdom and power that made people dare not look directly at them.

The spiritual power around him overflowed, forming a layer of colorful halo, with runes flashing in the halo,

each rune emitting an ancient and mysterious powerful aura, a shocking manifestation of the power of the law materialized.

With his advancement, the earth began to tremble and shake violently, mountains and rivers shifted, and rivers changed course. The surrounding space was like a shattered mirror,

with cracks constantly spreading wildly, revealing endless, deep turbulent void currents.

He gently raised his hand and could clearly feel the space twisting and deforming at his fingertips, as if everything in the world was under his control.

In the distance, the souls and wills of countless cultivators knelt down and prostrated themselves piously, deeply feeling the supreme pressure from Li Chengfeng,

a powerful force beyond the scope of mortal understanding, which, in addition to awe, also ignited in their hearts an uncontrollable infinite desire and fervent pursuit of cultivation.

The Ancient Demon had always considered itself to be standing at the pinnacle of the world, acting recklessly and taking whatever it wanted, never expecting that it would end up in such a miserable and desolate state.

Looking at the spirited and awe-inspiring Li Chengfeng before it, it sighed, and its heart was filled with unwillingness and regret, like a surging tide, completely and ruthlessly engulfing it.

Once upon a time, its power roamed unhindered and invincible on this vast continent, and wherever its demonic might reached, all beings trembled in fear.

It controlled endless dark magic, enslaving countless powerful individuals to serve it, including the incredibly powerful Sakura Ancestor, who had once been reduced to its demonic slave, at its disposal.

In its eyes, all things in the world were lowly ants, and its will was the absolute supreme master.

However, the appearance of Li Chengfeng, like a brilliant dawn breaking through the darkness, completely shattered its arrogant dream.

Li Chengfeng cultivated arduously all the way, from an unknown little cultivator,

relying on his unwavering Dao heart and extraordinary talent, forging ahead courageously, his strength rapidly improving at an alarming rate.

In several fierce confrontations with the Ancient Demon, Li Chengfeng never retreated or feared in the slightest, but instead became more and more courageous, gradually mastering the Ancient Demon's fatal weaknesses.