Legend of Sword King

The Heaven Lake Sword that Cheng Qing saw was right in front of his eyes, but when he walked into the mountain, he realized that it was far away from him. The Green Stone Mountain was far deeper than he had imagined. Even though it was only a few hundred feet tall, it was still broad enough. If not for the help of the Blue Lotus, he would not have been able to see the Heaven Lake Sword from afar.    

    

Finally, Cheng Qing arrived before the Heaven Lake Sword.    

    

He raised his head, his heart was filled with shock.    

    

The Heaven Lake Sword was still thirty feet high even though it had been stabbed into the ground by half a sword body.    

    

The sword's body was densely covered in veined patterns. It was a type of rune that he did not recognize. The words "Heaven Lake" on the bottom of the sword hilt were simple and unadorned, revealing its sharpness.    

    

Even these two words contained sword intent.    

    

Chen Qing found it hard to imagine just how powerful the creator of this sword had been, and how profound his comprehension of the path of the sword had been.    

    

Chen Qing stood in front of the Heaven Lake Sword, his entire body felt as though it was being pierced by ten thousand swords. Each strand of hair on his body felt an incomparably sharp sword intent.    

    

However, these sword intents were not sharp. There were also gentle, calm, and ancient sword intents.    

    

This sword was in itself like a sword pavilion. It was formed from the insights of a peerless expert of Mount Kunlun who had comprehended the Dao of the Sword ten thousand years ago.    

    

The Heaven Lake Sword was more than ten meters long. Chen Qing could not pull it out, nor could he carry it away.    

    

But since he was also the number one expert of the Western Lion Empire in his previous life, it was not hard to tell that the Heaven Lake Sword was not the true body of the Heaven Lake Sword. The reason it was so big was because around the three-foot-long blade, it gathered the power of its previous owner's cultivation. That power actually fused together with the sword and landed in this place.    

    

Cheng Qing knew very well that if he didn't comprehend the insights gained by the Sword Sovereigns of the Heavenly Lake Sword Sect, he wouldn't be able to allow the Heaven Lake Sword Technique to recognize him as its master, allowing him to take it away with him.    

    

Chen Qing knew that he could not be impatient, so he walked up to the Heaven Lake Sword and carefully observed it, occasionally stopping to think.    

    

In the blink of an eye, a day passed.    

    

Cheng Qing gained nothing.    

    

If it was any other cultivator, they would have become impatient, clawing their ears, scratching their cheeks, or even cursing loudly.    

    

But Cheng Qing was still not in a hurry. Not only was he not in a hurry, his heart was as calm as still water.    

    

He might not have a high level of cultivation when he was reborn, but the mental state of those who had been reborn would always be there.    

    

He secretly felt inside his body the green lotus that replaced the incomplete fate soul.    

    

At that moment, he had a strong impulse to get close to the Heaven Lake Sword.    

    

But he was clearly in front of the Heaven Lake Sword.    

    

Thus, he extended his hand and pressed it against the Heaven Lake Sword.    

    

Suddenly, his mind jolted as if he had been struck on the head.    

    

Then, Cheng Qing's consciousness entered a mystical realm.    

    

Unknowingly, he sat down cross-legged in front of the Heaven Lake Sword, while his consciousness was already at the peak of a snowy mountain.    

    

On top of the snowy mountain peak, there were many ancient buildings. On a small platform paved with white jade, there was an old man and a young man, both wearing Daoist robes. They stood facing each other.    

    

The old man had a head full of white hair, hands behind his back, and an imposing look on his face. The young man was no more than six or seven years old. He held a wooden sword in his hand, and his face was filled with reverence for the old man.    

    

"Tell me, why did you learn the sword?" The old man with the demeanor of an immortal, yet with a unique dignity, immediately asked a question that could be said to be the ultimate question.    

    

A six or seven year old youth replied in a childish voice, "To become stronger!"    

    

The old man's expression did not change, but his figure had already disappeared into thin air.    

    

The youth's face was full of disappointment, as well as unease. He knew that his answer didn't satisfy the old man.    

    

Just like a soul and a strand of air, when Cheng Qing saw this scene, he could not help but ask himself, "Why did you learn the sword?" He smiled to himself. Rather than asking why he was learning the sword, he might as well ask himself why he was cultivating.    

    

Why did he cultivate?    

    

Of course it was to become stronger.    

    

Snow was falling, and the youth was practicing his sword on the platform. This practice lasted for an entire year.    

    

A year later, the old man reappeared. He was still standing with his hands behind his back. His aura made him look like an immortal, but his imposing gaze revealed that he was a strict teacher.    

    

"Why did you learn the sword?"    

    

"In order to become stronger."    

    

The old man left.