Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 687: Seven colors fade away, the sword shines like a rainbow

In the stands, several elders exchanged glances, their eyes filled with both amazement and a heavy, thoughtful look.

With each victory, Xingluo's name grew more and more recognizable. His sword style was remarkably distinctive, eschewing complexity. Instead of seeking complexity, he used the less to control the more, the simple to overcome the complex. The immense spiritual energy brought by his seven-colored spiritual roots was compressed into a single sharp point under his sword.

The disciples gradually became convinced. Even those who were not convinced had to admit that his sword was indeed ahead of everyone else.

The name "Seven-Colored Exiled Immortal" has been firmly attached to him since then.

During the competition, Mo Chang stood by the sidelines to protect him, silently guarding against those secretly prying eyes; after each competition, Atlantis carefully deduced his opponent's sword moves and had long talks with Xingluo late into the night; Elvin took bamboo slips and wrote down the changes on the sword stage one by one for him, and even made a deductive diagram.

Pandora rarely spoke. Her sparring was equally impressive, severing several powerful foes with the force of her icy sword. When their eyes occasionally met, they seemed to connect with a silent understanding.

One time, when Xingluo was cultivating in a bamboo forest, his spiritual energy became turbulent and he almost lost his temper. Pandora quietly appeared and suppressed him with her icy power.

"If you continue to be so reckless, you will die by your own sword sooner or later," she said coldly.

Xingluo smiled faintly: "As long as you are here, I will not die."

Pandora was startled, then turned and left. The moonlight in the bamboo forest shone on the two people's backs, stretching out very long.

After a series of victories, Xingluo has entered the top 30. The leaders of Luoshen Sect finally can no longer ignore this name.

The headmaster watched quietly from the high platform and asked softly, "What do you think of this child?"

An elder frowned and said, "He has incredible talent. If he is properly cultivated, he will be the pillar of our sect's future."

The other one shook his head: "Too much talent is not necessarily a good thing. Seven-colored spiritual roots, as recorded in ancient books, often collapse midway and lead to death."

"What's more, the nickname 'Exiled Immortal' might arouse fear from the outside world."

The headmaster pondered for a moment, without making any statement, and only said, "Let's see how far he can go."

Under the cover of night, beside the ancient locust tree, the gray-robed old man looked up in the direction of the sword platform.

"The Seven-Colored Exiled Immortal..." He murmured, his eyes gleaming deeply.

"For the 1000th time, your sword is indeed different."

He remembered the previous 999 failures, all those attempts with magic, fighting spirit, or technology, which ultimately came to nothing. But in this life, he saw a completely new path: the sword.

However, there was still a shadow in his heart.

"After all, the limit of the human race is only the Mahayana. Even if you have seven colors, it is difficult to cross the boundary between immortals and mortals."

"but……"

The old man's gaze fell on the depths of the mountain gate, and he murmured to himself, "At least in this life, it's not time to despair yet."

In the last match of the competition, Xingluo faced a truly powerful enemy - Su Huan, a direct disciple of Jiange. He was at the peak of foundation building and had achieved sword intent. He was recognized as the best of the younger generation in the sect.

At the beginning of the battle, Su Huan's sword light poured out like the Milky Way, and thousands of swords rang out at the same time. The momentum made everyone in the field breathe rapidly.

And Xingluo is still that sword.

The seven colors disappeared, the sword light was like a rainbow, pointing directly at the center palace.

When the two swords collided, the sky and the earth lost their color!

With a roar, Xingluo's robes ripped and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, but he remained standing. Su Huan's longsword broke, his face pale, his knees slightly bent, but he forced himself not to kneel.

The referee hesitated for a moment, then finally announced, "This match is a draw!"

The disciples off the field were in an uproar, with a mixture of amazement and excitement.

"The Seven-Colored Exiled Immortal can actually fight Brother Su to a draw!"

From then on, Xingluo truly stood at the pinnacle of the sect's younger generation.

After the competition, Xingluo's fame spread throughout the sect, and his name, the Seven-Colored Exiled Immortal, resounded throughout the peaks. Disciples either admired him or envied him, but no one dared to look down on him anymore.

Late at night in the bamboo forest, Xingluo was practicing sword alone. Pandora came quietly and handed him a pot of wine.

"You win." She said lightly.

"Almost." Xingluo replied softly.

"Almost?" Pandora glanced sideways.

"The sword has not yet reached the heart, and the heart has not yet reached the realm." Xingluo looked up at the sky, with a seven-colored light floating faintly in his eyes, "The road is still long."

Pandora looked at him quietly, the coldness in her eyes gradually dissipated, turning into a touch of tenderness that she herself did not even notice.

As autumn gave way to winter, the mountains of the Luoshen Sect were already covered in snow. The clamor of the Sword Arena gradually faded, and the entire sect was talking about the same name.

Seven-colored exiled immortal.

Xing Luo established his power with a single sword strike, drawing a draw with Jiange's direct descendant, Su Huan. This event caused a huge stir within the sect. From then on, wherever he went, disciples would secretly cast glances of awe or envy at him.

However, Xingluo himself didn't care. He continued to cultivate in the bamboo forest every day, sitting quietly on the cliffs, stroking his sword and thinking. For him, the path of the swordsman was the only thing that mattered.

But the pace of cultivation will never stop.

Xingluo's cultivation level steadily improved as he honed his swordsmanship. In just a few years, he had already reached perfection in the Foundation Establishment stage.

The seven colored spiritual roots were activated simultaneously, and the spiritual energy was endless, expanding the meridians in the body to the extreme. Every time he breathed in and out, it was like a river flowing back, and it lasted for a long time.

"Senior Brother, your cultivation speed is probably even faster than that of the elders when they were young." Atlantis looked at him and couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

"Fast doesn't mean stable," Xingluo replied calmly. "While the seven-colored spiritual roots bring more power, they also cause disturbances in the original spiritual energy, making it easy to go astray. If you can't truly suppress and integrate them, this path could be destroyed at any time."

"So what do you do?" Erwin asked.

Xing Luo stroked his sword and smiled: "Take the sword as your heart. If the sword energy can flow smoothly, the seven-colored spiritual energy will also be able to follow."

Pandora listened quietly without saying a word. Her gaze, as white as snow, fell on Xingluo, but with a kind of persistence that was difficult for others to perceive.

The time to break through the golden elixir has finally arrived.

The Luoshen Sect specially opened the "Danjie Altar" for this purpose. Inside the altar, seven spiritual tripods were placed, arranged according to the sequence of the five elements and two meanings. Outside the altar, a sword formation was set up, and the elders personally attended.

"The seven-colored spiritual root condensed into a pill is unprecedented in ancient times." The headmaster's voice was low, "We must be on guard."

Xingluo sat cross-legged, seven-colored spiritual energy surging through his body like a tide. His dantian rumbled, and the spiritual energy gathered into a vortex.

The first bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking the center of the altar!

Xingluo's entire body trembled, and a seven-colored light burst out from his body, transforming into a sword light that shattered the thunder. A second thunderbolt followed, even more powerful than the first.

"This is the Seven-Colored Tribulation Thunder." The elders' faces were solemn. "The Seven-Colored Spiritual Roots bring about the Seven-Layered Tribulation Thunder. Can he withstand it?"

Xingluo gritted his teeth, his sword heart as strong as iron. With each bolt of lightning, he met it with his sword intent. After seven levels of thunder, his body was charred black, his robes ripped, yet he remained seated cross-legged.

boom!

In the Dantian, a seven-colored vortex suddenly condensed and turned into a golden elixir shining with seven-colored light!

This golden elixir is different from ordinary ones. It is not of one color, but seven colors shining together. The sound of sword chanting can be faintly heard in the golden light.

"Seven-colored ninth-grade pill!" the elders exclaimed in surprise.