Upon reaching the summit, a lake comes into view, clear and bright, emitting countless wisps of sword light, as if a peerless immortal sword is buried there.
There are several ancient pine trees by the lake, rooted in the shore, their age unknown. They resemble ancient dragons coiled around the lake, their ancient branches reaching towards the sky.
Beneath an ancient tree stands a stone table, carved from a single rock, resembling a reclining ox, its ancient simplicity naturally striking. On the table are three pieces of ancient jade, their colors dull, covered in dust for millennia, with bird-script inscriptions on them.
There was nothing else besides that.
Lin Yi remained motionless, and there was a powerful sword intent emanating from him, invincible and capable of severing the primordial spirit.
He knew that this Immortal Sword Heavenly Pool was the place where the ancient immortal Chisongzi washed his sword and attained enlightenment, and that it retained the legacy of the sages.
The "Biographies of Immortals" records: "Chisongzi was the rain master during the time of Shennong. He ate water jade to teach Shennong, and was able to enter fire and burn himself."
The Huainanzi (Chapter 7, "Customs of Qi") also says, "Chisongzi exhales and breathes, expelling the old and taking in the new, abandoning form and wisdom, embracing simplicity and returning to truth, so as to roam in the mysterious and reach the heavens."
These facts are sufficient to demonstrate that Chisongzi was the most famous cultivator in ancient times, with an incredibly high status and level of cultivation, and no one could fathom the depth of his abilities.
Countless years have passed, yet the sword intent left behind by Chisongzi remains terrifyingly strong.
Fortunately, this sage was kind-hearted. Although there was sword energy crisscrossing this place, it was all transformed into killing intent and was not destructive. Otherwise, few people in the world could approach it.
Lin Yi did not act rashly. He sat down cross-legged and earnestly comprehended and pondered the supreme swordsmanship of Chisongzi, transforming it into Dao traces that were engraved on the Wuji Dao Wheel.
Sword cultivators specialize in offense; once a sword is drawn, it can shatter mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, and nothing can stop it!
Once a certain level is reached, the sword is no longer limited to tangible matter; a blade of grass, a tree, or even a speck of dust can become a celestial sword, capable of cleaving mountains and seas in an instant.
A single grain of dust can transform into a sword that can fill the vast ocean; a single blade of grass can transform into a sword that can cleave down the sun, moon, and stars.
Everything can be a sword, but when they come together, they can only use one sword.
Ten swords, a hundred swords, a thousand swords, ten thousand swords... in the end, only "one" is used.
A single grain of dust can fill the sea; a single blade of grass can cleave the sun, moon, and stars.
This is the Way of Chisongzi; the sword is merely its form!
Lin Yi sat silently, pondering deeply and trying to understand it with his heart, rather than just learning its form and memorizing its sword techniques.
One sword can shatter all laws, and all laws can be reduced to one sword.
Getting even one thing is enough!
The Limitless Dao Wheel floated heavily behind Lin Yi's head, breathing out streams of chaotic energy that intertwined into patterns.
Half a month later, Lin Yi opened his eyes. He did not copy Chisongzi's swordsmanship, but he still gained a lot.
Looking down, the little purple thing seemed to have grasped something as well, and it was behaving in a serious manner, with its five hearts facing the sky, still lost in its own world.
Lin Yi picked up the little one and got up to walk towards the lakeside.
Chisongzi did not set up a killing formation here. He only practiced swordsmanship here for many years and left traces of his Dao on the main peak, engraving sword marks. Even after countless years, the sword light can still be emitted.
Lin Yi was not interested in the three jade books on the stone table. He came to the shore of Sword Lake, gazed at the lake water, which was clear and bright, and seemed to be faintly visible. Thousands of sword lights gathered in the water.
This is the pool where Chisongzi washed his sword, containing an undying sword light. This sword pool has long been imbued with spiritual power and can condense supreme sword intent.
Lin Yi opened the Gate of the Void, and a boy of about ten years old, with rosy lips and white teeth, walked out from it.
This is his eldest disciple, Pan Yuze, the reincarnation of the sword spirit of the Panhuang Life Sword.
"Master!" Pan Yuze called out happily upon seeing Lin Yi.
Lin Yi reached out and patted his eldest disciple's head, saying, "This is a place where a master cleanses his sword and comprehends the Dao. You will be cultivating in seclusion here for a while. Also, please take good care of your third junior brother. I need to go down the mountain for a bit."
"Yes, Master." Pan Yuze was a little disappointed, but he still agreed immediately.
Lin Yi took out some spiritual fruits and pills, left them for his two disciples, waved his hand, and left gracefully.
His Daoist body, which was touring Mount Tai, dissipated and then silently appeared beside the Immortal Sword Heavenly Pool, but he did not show himself.
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In Chengdu, after descending from the Immortal Sword Heavenly Pool of Mount Shu, Lin Yi arrived at a hotel and met three elderly monks from India.
Although the three old monks were all extremely old, with yellowish skin, thin bones, and sunken eyes, they still walked with great speed and were very strong. Their words were like the ringing of a bronze bell, with a metallic tremor.
They clasped their hands together and bowed to Lin Yi, their expressions serene. These three men, who had lived through three centuries and experienced all aspects of life, could be considered eminent monks.
Lin Yi returned the greeting, and after everyone sat down, he casually waved his right hand, and several cups filled with spiritual spring water appeared out of thin air, immediately astonishing the three old monks.
This meeting is the result of Lin Yi's efforts in cultivating his Dao body.
The root of everything lies in the ancient Sanskrit inscription on the small stone Buddha, which is the key to unlocking the path to Mount Ling.
The three old monks also came for this reason.
Lingshan is the original Buddhist temple, existing long before Shakyamuni unified the religion. At that time, monks practiced spiritual cultivation by sacrificing their physical bodies and possessed great supernatural powers.
Before Shakyamuni established his teachings, monks on Earth were scattered, and Vulture Peak was the only place that could summon them; it was a mysterious ancient land.
Soon, Lin Yi and his group set off.
After entering the uninhabited areas of Tibet, the sky was azure, with occasional white clouds, and both the air and the scenery were very pure.
Lin Yi held the small stone Buddha in his hand and blessed it with great magical power, causing it to radiate boundless light. Finally, several ancient characters within its body manifested.
The three old monks uttered some Buddhist esoteric words, which were left by the elders, and perhaps they could use them to find the sacred mountain.