Chapter 164: The Pinnacle of the Three Swords of Flying
t me know if you'd like me to proceed with the translation!The time when the turquoise ore vein is about to be completely depleted is approaching, but the miners in Hu's mine are all in high spirits.U..."My swordsmanship… the pinnacle of the Three Absolute Sword Techniques."
Leaving the forward dwelling, Jiang Yan said this in Tongtian Palace:
When facing the Dragon Face, he repeatedly requested to be replaced. Although he pretended not to want Jiang Wang to die in battle, deep down, he probably knew this had once again caused Jiang Wang's displeasure and vigilance.
After going through so much, Jiang Wang would never entrust his life and death to anyone, especially someone like Jiang Yan who came from an unknown background.
He didn't have the habit of casual conversation before. This time, he probably spoke out of consideration for maintaining a harmonious relationship. At the same time, there was also a factor of showing his value - his broad knowledge base is itself a rare asset.
“Peak of the Three Absolute Swords”
Facing the strong cultivators of the Inner Court with sword techniques, Jiang Wang couldn't help but be curious.
"The cultivation world has gone through many transformations over time. It's hard to say exactly which era, but it was during the current age, not as far back as ancient times," Jiang Yan sighed, "That was the era when sword flying techniques flourished."
Jiang Wang still understood the concept of "times," although he knew almost nothing about those sealed-off histories.
Before the present world, countless centuries passed. Ancient sages categorized them into four periods: the Prehistoric Era, the Ancient Era, the Medieval Era, and the Modern Era.
And these four eras, each spanning a vast period of time, can be further subdivided into smaller periods.
The division of eras is not exclusive to time and events, nor is it solely confined to politics and culture, but has been widely recognized.
For example, the near-ancient times mentioned by Jiang Yan included “the Era of All Saints” and “the Era of the One True,” etc.
As for the present world, it has been three thousand nine hundred and eighteen years since the beginning of the Daoli era.
Of course, this year of the Dao Lineage's beginning marks the start of a new era, but it doesn't represent the end of the history of Daoism.
The histories of all the hundred schools of thought must be traced back to even more ancient times.
The so-called "first year of the Dao calendar" should be more accurately described as a renewal of the Dao calendar's reckoning.
Returning to what Jiang Yan said, his so-called "Three Absolute Peaks of Flying Swords" appeared in the history of three thousand nine hundred and eighteen years. They were unique to a certain period within that time.
Jiang Wang asked, "Are you saying that the swordsmanship of flying swords cultivated in the past is the pinnacle of Flying Sword Three Absolutes"
“In the era when swordsmanship flourished, there were three great sword styles that stood at the pinnacle of the times. They were unparalleled, hence called the Ultimate Peaks.” Jiang Yan said: “The one who practices this solitary sword style is one of them. His origins are not simple, you must be more careful.”
If it is said that kendo at its peak, then to fight against powerful inner palace masters by advancing beyond the limits, it is not so difficult to understand. Even for a kendo that once stood at the pinnacle of an era, the performance should be considered unsatisfactory.
Maybe something happened along the way, or perhaps some of it was lost as it passed down through time. Maybe...
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Jiang Wang remained noncommittal to his reminder, instead asking with a hint of caution: "Did this knowledge also come from the White Bone Demon God"
“Do not underestimate the White Bone Venerable God.” Jiang Yan’s tone was profound: “Even if there is a temporary victory or defeat, you must always remember that He is an almost immortal Nether deity.”
Rather than warning Jiang Wang, it was more like a warning to himself.
He said, "Although I'm just a temporary result of the White Bone Venerable God's touch, the information I've come into contact with is vast as the sea. You can't even imagine what kind of world it is."
"Are you saying that Du Ruhui and the others' victory is not worth mentioning" Jiang Wang asked.
"In the short term, it's truly remarkable. But when their time comes to an end, and if we are still alive by then, you will see how small this wave is in the grand river of time."
Jiang Wang couldn't help but admit it. Just the phrase "Flying Sword Three Absolute Peaks" made him feel the vastness and greatness of history.
To this day, there are still cultivators who practice the art of flying swords, but he had never heard of the so-called Three Absolutes Peak.
Once at the pinnacle of its era, the art of swordsmanship has now faded into obscurity.
Time is a truly great power!
At the palace in Zhaoheng City.
Yang Jiande rubbed the imperial edict in his hand again and again before finally tossing it onto his writing desk.
This is already the third one.
The eunuch Liu Huai, who was in charge of recording the emperor's words, stood beside him and whispered, "Your Majesty..."
"He refused to come three times. Chongxuan and Zhuliang have made up their minds and won't be coming." Yang Jiande stood up and walked out.
The beginning was still in the process of fading away.
After one step, he was already defeated.
After two steps, it actually raised its head.
Three steps later, the air rushes like a bull charging.
“Issue the imperial edict!” He strode forward with his hands behind his back: “This old fellow surnamed Jiang has been too presumptuous. The state is in turmoil, and national affairs are in peril. I hereby summon all loyal princes to assist me in restoring order!”
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"With the army of the State of Yuanyang, I alone will go hunting down the fierce and cruel criminals at the border!"
“Issue another edict, entrusting it to Chong Xuan Zhu Liang. If they don't accept our surrender terms, we will meet them in battle.”
Thirty years ago, the outcome was undecided. Thirty years later, it's time to settle the score!
Rumble!
Thunder roared outside the hall, and a sudden downpour of rain lashed down.
On the last day of July, the ruler of Yangguo finally gave up all illusions and decided to go to war with all his might.
Even so, this might just be the outcome that Chongxuan Zhuliang had been waiting for.
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