This world is different in the eyes of different people.

In the eyes of some people, Changling is a mountain.

And such a high mountain is a place of luck that can obtain great opportunities in the eyes of young holy mountain children.

The higher you climb, the greater the chance.

But in the eyes of great practitioners who have the opportunity to climb to the tomb and carve monuments, Changling is different.

The louder the wind, the quieter the mountain.

In Ning Yi's eyes, Changling was just an ordinary mountain road.

On both sides of the mountain road are steles that I have learned before. These steles have stopped me and made me successful.

When he first entered Changling, he saw the familiar stone tablet.

"Duckweed Star Lord."

Ning Yi gently read out the name of the man who kept the monument.

What the duckweed star king said to him when he stepped into Changling appeared in his mind.

["I came to Changling, and my life was over. I could not climb high, otherwise I would never stand here."

"Young man, you don't need to comprehend my sword monument. This monument is different from other stone monuments. It is full of death. The higher part of Changling, there is the artistic conception left by the powerful sword power. If you tell the sword monument you have practiced, I will show you a clear path."]

When the duckweed Star Lord got the opportunity to enter Changling to carve the monument, his life was already exhausted, and the oil was gone, and the lamp was gone. He fell at the entrance of Changling and had no energy to climb to the heights.

It was him who showed himself the way to climb the tomb.

Everything that happened back then.

Ning Yi remembers everything, and remembers it very clearly.

"I'll come back and see you..." He laughed softly and began to climb the tomb, "Leave me the stone of my own."

Go all the way forward.

Just as Jiuquanzi Lei Yunzi expected, the moment Ning Yi took the first step, the throne of Changling sensed the breath of the stele engraver.

There was a "boom".

At the top of Changling Mountain, the wind and clouds gathered, and a pressure fell.

It seems to be trying to stop Ning Yi from moving forward.

The black shirt swayed in the wind, walking slowly, never slowing down or fast, just as a constant speed, like a tourist, step by step.

Ning Yi looked toward her side.

He whispered the name of his predecessor who burned the stone tablets.

"Jianhu Palace, Piaoxue Xingjun..."

"Yinyang Sword Lord..."

"Dayan Star Lord..."

These are the sword cultivators who gave them good fortune back then.

The stone tablets seemed to be sensing. After Ning Yi opened his mouth, a faint sword arc lit up, and on this mountain monument, it lit up one by one, like a lamp.

The stars shone through the darkness.

These sword cultivators shine on the eternal night of the Great Sui Dynasty.

This scene fell into the eyes of the audience outside Changling and brought them a great impact.

"When Ning Jianxian was recruiting good fortune in Changling, and today he climbed to the tomb to carve steles, these swordsmanship steles... all produced a sense of induction."

A doubt emerged in the hearts of these people.

What exactly is Ning Yi’s sword path realm? It can actually induce the sword intent sensing of so many sword path wise men?

Ning Yi is still climbing the mountain.

His speed is not fast, but it is very stable.

If you have the powerful power of Nirvana and walk with Ning Yi, you can see... On his shoulders and forehead, a thin and invisible sword intent appeared, sometimes like fish scales, sometimes like waves, changing shapes all the time.

This sword intent comes from three huge stars in Ning Yi's God Sea.

Taoist fruits floated and rose one by one.

Every time a swordstone passes, every time awakens the sword intent of a senior, a floating Taoist fruit lights up.

The light on Changling Mountain shines in Ning Yi's body, like a divine treasure.

The so-called Changling pressure is, under the protection of the sword intent, and is as faint as the wind, hitting the sword energy barrier, making a crisp, self-breaking sound.

Ning Yi ignored Changling's oppression.

He finished the initial 3,000 levels of climbing. If you remember correctly, when he climbed the mountain, there were 79 swordsman seniors who left their sword intent... There were fifty people who stayed at the initial 3,000 levels.

By the time he reached the six thousandth level, seventy-three sword energy had already been lit.

He also saw a familiar phantom.

"Jiang Dazhenren."

Ning Yi chuckled softly. The sixth thousandth level was the sword intent stone tablet left by Jiang Yuxu. This great man also chose to burn a sword fortune to benefit his descendants when his life was about to end.

Perhaps it was because of his intention to die, or perhaps it was his life span, and Dazhenren finally stopped here.

When he reached the six thousand steps, the "breeze" of Changling in front of Ning Yi did make him feel threatened.

It can be seen that this is a great watershed.

Each of the sword cultivators who burned steles in Changling was a genius. Including the true master of Jiang Da, there were 80 people in total. Only seven people actually broke through the six thousand levels.

Indeed... I walked the last part of the road I had extremely difficult to climb to the tomb.

"call."

Ning Yi chuckled lightly.

He raised his right hand, his fingertips lingered in light, and at this moment, he withdrew his sword intent.

A blazing gust came in an instant, rubbing Ning Yi's cheeks and a blazing arc light appeared. He carried the huge pressure toward the top of Changling Mountain.

This scene was unexpected by everyone.

There was no time to react... The young sword cultivator who had always climbed the tomb slowly began to climb extremely fast at this moment. He was like an iron man quenched by steel, bursting out crackling and dazzling light and fire everywhere.

The strong wind in Changling roared violently at the moment when Ning Yi stepped into the 6,001st level.

But, useless.

Ning Yi climbed the mountain very fast, like a strong leopard. Compared to the previous light words, the flying moment made people feel even more palpitations.

The stronger the wind, the faster Ning Yi's speed. After the three thousand levels, it took almost ten breaths of effort. Seven consecutive lights and fires rumbled and burned violently!

Eighty lights and fires burned together on the Changling Mountain Road.

Ning Yi is the 81st Changling Sword Cultivator.

No one could react, he had already reached the last step.

There was a "click" sound.

Ning Yi stood firmly on the top of Changling Mountain, drew his sword and unsheathed it, and a clear light flashed through the sky.

He lifted his fine snow.

The tip of the Snow Sword is surrounded by the sword-holder's open and fearless sword intent.

A piece of light dispels darkness.

Ning Yi stood on the mountain mausoleum. At this moment, he could choose to leave his sword intent and leave this crystal that symbolizes his talent and status on the top of Changling Mountain.

Years later, hundreds of years later, thousands of years later.

A new generation replaces old people. Only when a genius sword cultivator who reaches the highest point can he be qualified to have a glimpse of his own Taoist realm.

Countless people will fight for this fortune.

This... is the highest honor of kendo.

Ning Yi laughed in a low voice.

He looked left and right, reached the highest point, and in different areas of practice, there were very few stone tablets left, but they still existed.

Ning Yi didn't know what these seniors saw when they reached the top.

He looked down.

Below are the people who look up to you.

Below is the path you have walked.

He stood on the top of the mountain, facing the steep mountain road he came, and took a gentle step forward.

There was a magnificent sound of wind rushing in my ears.
To be continued...