Chapter 72

He merely spent several hours walking out of the world.

Moreover, he exited the Sword Dao World by destroying that world.

Every display of his abilities surpassed Saint Tongtian's expectations.

His disciple's innate talent might truly be unprecedentedly astonishing.

Even if he is merely human, his physical aptitude pales compared to primordial deities.

But his Primordial Spirit's talent more than compensates for this deficiency.

Physical body.

He, Tongtian, declared that even with resources, he would crush Luo Fu upward with them.

Luo Fu is now his most precious treasure; anyone who seeks to harm his disciple is opposing him.

This was Saint Tongtian's thought at this moment.

In fact, Saint Tongtian harbored a faint thought—that his disciple might become the legendary Hunyuan Da Luo.

Not like him or other Shengren, who achieved Hunyuan Da Luo through merit and fortune, but through self-cultivation alone.

Just like his teacher, Ancestor Hongjun.

Only after becoming a Tian Dao Shengren did Tongtian understand the vast difference between independent enlightenment and achieving sainthood through Tian Dao merit.

Achieving sainthood through Tian Dao merit carries certain limitations.

Of course, this was only a fleeting thought in Tongtian's mind; after all, despite Luo Fu's exceptional talent, he was still merely a Jin Xian cultivator.

The path to Hunyuan Da Luo remains long.

Set these aside for now.

Luo Fu, hearing Tongtian's reply, exhaled in relief.

Even though Luo Fu believed he had passed the trial, without Tongtian's true recognition, his heart still held unease.

Now that he had heard Tongtian Jiaozhu's response, his unease finally lifted.

After all, for Luo Fu, whose comprehension is maxed out, the more he learns, the more useful it becomes for his future growth.

The greatest opportunity now is Tongtian Jiaozhu.

Of course, the recently joined Multiverse Chat Group is also a place Luo Fu values.

"Master, have I passed the trial?" Luo Fu asked.

"Trial?" Tongtian Jiaozhu smiled strangely. "Luo Fu, you've passed the trial—far beyond my expectations. But there is one thing I must warn you about."

"Master, please speak," Luo Fu said quickly, seeing Tongtian Jiaozhu's serious expression.

"About today's trial, do not tell anyone else—not even Daoist Duobao or Jin Ling." Tongtian warned.

If Luo Fu reveals his talent, he will surely become a target for many.

Other Shengren may target Luo Fu—it is not impossible.

Of course, Tongtian Jiaozhu is not afraid of this.

But if many Shengren target Luo Fu, then when Tongtian tries to protect him, there may still be vulnerabilities.

Thus, with Luo Fu's talent, what he most lacks right now is time.

"I understand, Master," Luo Fu said, a faint glimmer flashing in his eyes as he nodded.

From Tongtian Jiaozhu's warning, Luo Fu could sense the unspoken meaning.

Perhaps the display of his maxed-out comprehension was too shocking.

Of course, such deliberate exposure, Luo Fu would only show to Tongtian Jiaozhu; before others, he, Luo Fu, would never boast.

As a transmigrator, Luo Fu understood that flaunting such talent before outsiders brings no benefit.

Moreover, Tongtian Jiaozhu does not rule alone in the Primordial World.

Tongtian Jiaozhu is not the strongest.

As for revealing himself to Tongtian, Luo Fu merely sought the best resources and attention.

This goal.

Tongtian Jiaozhu's reaction clearly proved it achieved.

"Good," Tongtian Jiaozhu chuckled. "Then, Luo Fu, since you've passed the trial, your master shall first impart to you the great Dao inheritance of sword cultivation. Come with me."

As soon as he spoke, Tongtian Jiaozhu walked toward a door in the hall.

To Luo Fu's eyes, the door appeared pitch-black, its interior invisible.

Yet Luo Fu had no need to worry for his safety—he followed Tongtian Jiaozhu into the door.

Entering the door.

Luo Fu felt a surge of Daoic energy pass over him; his spirit grew slightly dazed, and his vision suddenly plunged into darkness.

When his sight returned to normal.

Luo Fu found himself in a place of clear mountains and pure waters, standing atop a massive mountain.

Astonishing spiritual energy filled the surroundings; its concentration surpassed even that of Mount Kunlun.

You should know that Kunlun Mountain is a treasure mountain of the Primordial World, and the spiritual energy here is even more concentrated than Kunlun Mountain, which is truly inconceivable.

Moreover, Luo Fu felt that cultivating here accelerated his comprehension of all techniques far beyond the outside world.

"Luo Fu, this is a Secret Realm I have created," Tongtian Jiaozhu smiled. "I gathered a rare spiritual vein from the Primordial World here, and this realm also concentrates various Dao principles, closely linked to the outside Primordial World."

"One month of cultivation here equals at least one year in Biyou Palace."

"Is it really so?" Luo Fu was surprised.

Biyou Palace lies at the heart of Mount Kunlun's spiritual energy; Tongtian Jiaozhu had set up arrays to gather spiritual energy into this region.

In essence, the entire realm's spiritual energy is densest at Biyou Palace, radiating outward.

The farther from the center, the less spiritual energy there is.

Naturally, this is in comparison to outside Mount Kunlun.

Even at the very periphery, the spiritual energy here is still far denser than that of the Honghuang lands.

"That's right. For a while, you and I will stay here," Saint Tongtian nodded. "First, your master will impart to you the related inheritance of the Sword Dao."

"First, Luo Fu, your master must ask you: what is your understanding of the Sword Dao?"

"What is your understanding of the Sword Dao?" Luo Fu's mind conjured many words.

The sword of a gentleman?

The bearing of a sovereign?

The art of killing?