Chapter 295 – Sword Pointing to the Jianghu, What Is There to Fear?

Beyond the Kunlun Territory, an endless expanse of icy snowfields stretched before his eyes.

Since setting foot here, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel a tumult of emotions, bittersweet and complex.

Perhaps his mood differed slightly from when he first arrived, but it was undeniable that his face was now etched with worry.

At this thought, he found himself filled with confusion about his own origins. Clearly, learning his true name from others had ignited an inexplicable desire for exploration within him.

“It seems I must test this Phantom God Hand technique.”

As the lingering echoes of his voice remained in the air, Ye Kuang’s figure had long since vanished into the vast, snowy mountains.

Somewhere in the Kunlun Mountains, at the Jade-Eyed Spring.

Ye Kuang took some snow and ice into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully while his eyes remained fixed on an animal hide.

“Between illusion and reality, truth and falsehood—illusions contain substance, substance indistinguishable from truth. Layer upon layer of shackles bind my true self, soul, and spirit. It is nothing but a sealing hand seal. When the true self and the original self become one, it becomes an unsealing hand seal… Such forbidden knowledge is truly the ‘Phantom,’ ‘God,’ and ‘Hand’!”

Upon comprehending this, it was as if he saw a multicolored, crystalline giant hand stirring the heavens and earth layer by layer, carrying unfathomable divine power, as if intending to seal away everything in the world.

In an instant, Ye Kuang snapped back to reality.

His eyes now faintly gleamed with a crystalline hue, and deep within them, countless shackles enveloped the sky and earth, as though sealing away some peerless powerhouse.

“Comprehend, continue to comprehend! Hahaha, the day the broken sword is reforged will be the day of rebirth!”

“Let me ask this martial world: who dares to challenge me? When we become one, I shall be invincible in this world!”

“Buzz, buzz, buzz…”

For a moment, he couldn’t help but be deeply shaken by the voice within his heart.

Invincible!

Who could rival him!

It was only at this moment that Ye Kuang realized a true self-consciousness lay deeply hidden within him.

As this intense sensation washed over him, he felt his entire being tremble with excitement.

And that desire for exploration guided his path forward: to unseal step by step, to gradually merge with his true self, and from then on, undergo rebirth to achieve the legendary realm of Dao Inquiry.

Crack, crack.

Amidst the rising and falling sounds of shattering, an endless golden radiance burst forth from the depths of his mind.

It resembled Buddhist light, imparting an inexplicable warmth, like the blazing sun shining directly upon the fields and seas of his heart.

Ye Kuang immediately sensed an inexplicable change within himself.

For the moment he had comprehended, he had broken several shackles, and the next moment, an invincible conviction surged forth, ready to erupt.

And this power originated from the previously uncomprehended Yuan force!

From it flowed an endless, cyclical mystery of perpetual renewal, so that as his celestial cycle flourished, he couldn’t help but roar into the wilderness.

Roar, roar, roar!

Suddenly, a dragon’s roar shook the heavens, followed by clouds parting and the sound echoing across the azure sky for a long time.

When he looked again, Ye Kuang had risen from the ground, clearly having deeply grasped the essence of the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms.

“A hidden dragon lies in the depths, its power unfathomable. Once a flying dragon soars in the sky, none can rival it.”

In an instant, Ye Kuang let out an inexplicable roar: “The twelfth palm of Dragon Subduing…”

Immediately, the Jade-Eyed Spring beside him reacted, swallowing and spewing endless waves in the blink of an eye, soaring skyward with the force of six dragons drawing water.

Roar, roar, roar!

His ears were filled with the frequent onslaught of dragon roars, swirling and encircling Ye Kuang’s entire body.Only at this moment did he realize that the sliver of opportunity was precisely the perfect alignment of time and place before him.

As this inexplicable epiphany flooded his mind, he suddenly threw his head back and let out a long roar: “Time… rides… six… dragons!”

Howling winds echoed!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Crashing waves surged!

It must be said that deep in these mountains, the dragon’s roar goes unnoticed—until it encounters the day when six dragons are ridden. The Subduing Dragon True Art could scarcely surpass this spectacle…

Amid the raging waves, a figure encircled by dragon shadows stepped forth.

Not only had he torn through the endless curtain of water, but not a single drop clung to his garments.

Ye Kuang felt the surging power within his chest and couldn’t help trembling with awe.

At this moment, his cultivation had skyrocketed to four hundred and five years!

Little did he know that this simultaneous breakthrough brought far more than just this one gain.

As Ye Kuang saw through the illusions in his heart, the clouds parted to reveal the sun. His cultivation soared like rising tides, abruptly advancing to the Late Innate Stage…

It could truly be said: had it not been for this chain reaction erupting in succession, how could he have gained such profound insight into that single sword technique?

In an instant, the comprehension gained from different Realms appeared vastly distinct.

What was once seeing mountains as mountains and water as water had transformed—now mountains were no longer just mountains, nor water merely water…

His sword swept plainly through the empty space before his eyes.

The Jade-Eyed Spring suddenly transformed into towering waves, exploding along that single line!

Like Innate sword energy, it appeared formless and intangible, yet always erupted with invisible destructive force.

Witnessing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but burst into wild laughter.

At this moment, heaven and earth merged into monochrome, brilliantly white like countless giants standing silently at the horizon, gazing down upon all worldly affairs.

And in the mid-air, only waves of unrestrained, sky-shaking laughter remained.

Had any clueless observer witnessed this scene, they might have suspected they’d seen a ghost.

That mad laughter contained boundless exhilaration—while deeply feeling his own power, it also evoked inexplicable inspiration.

So much so that Ye Kuang didn’t know how long he’d been laughing, but he understood profoundly: he had grown stronger again!

Truly, like the white sun setting behind mountains or the Yellow River flowing ceaselessly to the sea, everything had fallen perfectly into place, carrying him to greater heights.

And he remained there for three full months.

During this period, Ye Kuang wasted not a single second, frantically studying sword-drawing techniques.

As the saying goes: when the mind is empty, drawing the sword receives divine assistance.

Though he didn’t understand why sword techniques could possess such devastating power, he could discern that behind sword mastery—like the pinnacle of Martial Arts—all paths ultimately converge.

With this realization, he continuously drew his sword blade without pause, executing extraordinary moves from various angles, thus comprehending the power of a single sword-draw.

Both ruthless and precise, it defied description.

If forced to summarize in one phrase: one couldn’t tell where the sword came from—it resembled a fleeting instant of time, leaving only a chilling glimmer that couldn’t be concealed from sight.

Until one day three months later, Ye Kuang timely opened his eyes.

A sharp glint flashed and vanished instantly. He knew this place was no longer suitable for extended stay.

Because blind cultivation would only yield half results with double effort—only by leaving the mountains could he truly find himself.

With this thought, his figure showed no hesitation, leaving only a long shadow stretching in the sunlight before gradually vanishing from the spot.

And upon the mountain rock remained imprinted seven characters: “Why fear pointing my sword at the martial world!”

Like a silent proclamation: how long is a mortal’s life in this world? How could one hide from worldly affairs day after night?It silently conveyed Ye Kuang’s heart: With sword pointing at the martial world, what have I to fear!