Chapter 526: After One Night, I Advanced

When Fang Yu's sword intent resonated with the sword intent of the Northern Traveler Immortal, he effectively received the legacy of this being who had lived for over a million years.

The legacy of a million-year Immortal indeed carried a sharpness, a dominance, a powerful spiritual will—this will arose from the heart, as the Dao heart, as the sword heart, and it greatly benefited Fang Yu's cultivation base.

Within the human body, every part is crucial; Immortals cultivate the brain, their spiritual power reaching heights unimaginable to cultivators across the myriad realms, yet if the human heart can unlock its potential, it too can unleash unimaginable power.

The power of the heart is not merely about developing the Heart Divine Treasury in a simple way—not merely gathering the Red Emperor Fire Emperor Qi into a grand formation within the heart equals complete development, nor does creating a deity within the Heart Divine Treasury mean full development.

From the heart, condensing into a Dao heart, a sword heart, brings earth-shattering improvements to a cultivator's strength.

Fang Yu sat there, comprehending the Northern Traveler Immortal's sword heart and Dao heart, and the many sword arts he had cultivated—such as the Bai Di Golden Emperor Slash, the Wu Sheng Killing Sword, and the Grass Character Sword Art—also underwent transformations, as his intent settled into the great sword arts, awakening their fiercer powers.

"Hum~~~"

Just as Fang Yu changed, the inscription on the stone wall below—"Holding a three-foot sword, slay all injustice—Left by Northern Traveler"—suddenly flared with intense light, and individual characters emitted radiant light, floating out of the stone wall and landing in empty space.

Each floating luminous character appeared as text, yet every stroke was a sword shadow, a sword principle, formed from countless sword runes.

This was the character "Sword," the Sword Script.

To have cultivated to this level meant the sword Dao had truly been mastered to an inconceivable realm.

"The Three-Foot Sword Art—the complete Three-Foot Sword Art—this is the legendary Three-Foot Sword!"

The dwarf elder nearby instantly stopped drinking, his eyes filled with boundless astonishment and fervor.

This boy had stirred the Dao resonance of the Northern Traveler True Person's "Three-Foot Sword"—that was the greatest event in the Black and White Academy, meaning that from this day forward, barring unforeseen misfortune, this boy would become one of the most powerful sword immortals on this land.

Even if he failed to attain the Heavenly Immortal Realm, he could still, like the Northern Traveler True Person, achieve the terrifying status of a Lone Immortal and protect the Black and White Academy for hundreds of thousands, even millions of years!

"Master Diancai, come quickly—another extraordinary genius has received the Three-Foot Sword legacy!"

At that moment, the dwarf elder directly transmitted his voice into the void.

After his words fell, deep within the Black and White Academy, a blade of light shot into the sky, crossing hundreds of miles in an instant and appearing beside the dwarf elder, taking form as a man in black robes and black hair.

"Senior Brother Wu Feng."

The black-robed, black-haired man bowed to the dwarf elder, then turned his gaze to the scene.

In one glance, he saw a boy-like figure standing before the stone wall, in deep meditation; the stone wall bore an inscription blazing with radiant light, each character glowing brilliantly, emitting profound and mighty sword intent—as if it could cleave the heavens themselves.

That inscription was the sword script left by the Northern Traveler Immortal.

Holding a three-foot sword, slay all injustice—Left by Northern Traveler.

Each character was, in fact, a Sword Script, a Sword Character.

"Has the Northern Traveler Elder's legacy reappeared?"

The True Person Diancai was stunned.

As the most extraordinary genius to emerge in the Black and White Academy in a million years, and the one with the greatest potential to attain the Heavenly Immortal Realm, Diancai True Person himself had once received the Northern Traveler Immortal's indirect legacy upon entering.

Now, seeing another who had received the Northern Traveler Immortal's legacy, Diancai True Person's emotions were complex.

"Who is he?"

Diancai True Person's gaze fixed on Fang Yu; he sensed many energies on him—intense sword Dao forces, and more than just sword Dao forces.

At first glance, what he perceived first was a thick aura of thunder.

An extraordinary genius in sword Dao—and also an extraordinary genius in thunder cultivation?

Such a genius might surpass even him in being the first to break through to the Heavenly Immortal Realm!

"How would I know who he is? I wandered the mortal realm, finally enduring the heavenly tribulation that comes once every nine hundred years. Knowing these days were our academy's recruitment period, I returned to the Shanmen—and unexpectedly met him. He's probably a newly admitted disciple."

The dwarf elder, Wu Feng True Person, shook his head.

"I see."

Diancai True Person nodded.

His gaze toward Fang Yu was filled with delight.

Everyone knew that after he entered the academy and received the Northern Traveler Immortal's legacy, he had taken the Northern Traveler Immortal as his model, demanded of himself the status of a Northern Traveler Elder's disciple, and frantically sought out everything about the Northern Traveler Elder—his sword techniques, even visiting places the Northern Traveler Immortal had once been, tracing his footsteps.

If this disciple could fully comprehend the Three-Foot Sword, he was willing to call this disciple "Junior Brother."

As fellow disciples of the Northern Traveler Immortal, they would address each other as brothers!

Suddenly.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three figures appeared in the night sky; one wore a crown, his bearing regal, as if he were an Emperor, where he walked, all beings bowed in reverence.

Another was a childlike figure radiating endless cold, yet his eyes were ancient beyond measure.

The third was a towering man bound in chains.

Upon their arrival, all three fixed their gazes downward.

"Three-Foot Sword!"

"The Three-Foot Sword has reappeared after all these ages."

"Our Black and White Academy has gained another extraordinary disciple. This is truly our academy's fortune."

All three regarded Fang Yu below with anticipation and excitement.

Diancai True Person and the dwarf elder Wu Feng True Person also stared downward.

Whoosh!

Another figure appeared—it was the Zhang Sect of the Black and White Academy, Bi Hai Daoist.

"Greetings, Senior Uncles and Senior Aunts."

Upon arriving, Bi Hai Daoist bowed to the five.

"Don't speak."