Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 157: Grasping Green Mountain and the Sword Qj,

Emperor Yuan Meng Wants to Point the Bow at the Sacred Teacher (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Beads of sword qi soared into the sky, and the Green Mountain and white clouds were silent.

A wisp of sword qi suddenly burst out from the precipice and poured into the clouds. It was like a resplendent beam of light that had torn open a hole in the clouds in the sky.

Under the pine tree, Li You’an’s Confucian shirt fluttered in the mountain wind. He stared at the sword qi that soared into the sky in a daze.

He originally thought that An Le was going to fail. After all, he had sat in front of the cliff for a day and a night without any movement. Didn’t this mean that he had failed in his comprehension?

Of course, Li You’an did not find it strange that An Le had failed in his comprehension. It was normal for him to fail in his comprehension of the sword qi left behind by the Sacred Teacher. After all, many geniuses he had brought over the years had failed in the same manner.

Although Li You’an was very curious about the Future Sword Qi left behind by the Sacred Teacher and whether it could really see the future, he had no other choice since he was not fated to see it.

Just as the Sacred Teacher had said, when fate arrived, one could naturally comprehend it.

Today, Li You’an actually discovered a turbulent sword qi on An Le.

The Primordial Spirit could actually enter the precipice?

These were all things that Li You’an had not realized before. Previously, he had used his comprehension to observe the sword qi paintings on the cliff and mastered the two sword qi passed down by the Sacred Teacher.

“The future can’t be seen because it hasn’t happened yet. It’s filled with haziness. Anything is possible.”

“Those who can see into the future must possess some special characteristics.” “Perhaps this child is the fated person that the Sacred Teacher mentioned?”

Li You’an’s Confucian shirt was stained with the water vapor on the mountain peak, but his eyes became brighter and brighter. The disappointment and helplessness from before were swept away, and there was a hint of excitement and anticipation.

An Le looked at the incomparably smooth precipice. At first, it looked like there was nothing, and he couldn’t sense anything.

For him, who had silently looked at the bamboo in the Heart Examining Forest and comprehended the bamboo in his chest, it was not difficult for him to stare at a cliff.

However, after looking at it for less than half a day, An Le felt that an ink bamboo painting seemed to have appeared on the cliff. The ink bamboo painting drawn by the sword qi was actually identical to the ink bamboo he had drawn.

An Le was shocked. He hadn’t painted on this cliff, so how could there be a painting?

He carefully observed the painting. From the tip of the brush to the joy of splashing ink and the pauses in the painting leaves, they were exactly the same as his brush technique.

Even the most powerful artist in the world could not imitate such a similar painting, as if he had painted it in the future.

After figuring this out, An Le felt his mental power tremble uncontrollably. In the Niwan Palace, the Sword Furnace clanged, and a sword qi in the precipice seemed to be attracting the Heart Sword in his Niwan Palace.

His Primordial Spirit involuntarily flew out of Niwan Palace and floated towards the cliff.

The Primordial Spirit was like An Le’s second body. What he saw and touched was the same as his own body.

The moment he touched the cliff, his Primordial Spirit seeped into it.

In front of An Le’s eyes, there was only whiteness, as if it had been pressed into rice paper. From three-dimensional to two-dimensional, everything was white, as if he was standing in an endless snowfield. The sky and the ground were covered in snow.

An Le was very calm. His Primordial Spirit sat cross-legged and used the Sword Waterfall Diagram as the foundation to stabilize his mental power so that his Primordial Spirit would not collapse from the endless whiteness.

Suddenly, in the endless whiteness, a sword qi quickly flashed past.

Like a gust of wind, it was invisible and traceless.

An Le looked over and could not capture the disappearing sword qi at all, but he knew that this sword qi was the Future Sword Qi that Li You’an had mentioned.

The Sacred Teacher left three wisps of sword qi in the precipice, containing the past, present, and future.

Li You’an comprehended the Past Sword and the Present Sword. There was only the remaining Future Sword that he could not comprehend. He could not comprehend it, so he gave this opportunity away. He brought many people to try to comprehend it, but they all failed.

The future could not be seen because the future was still unknown. Nothing had happened.

Even a monster like Li You’an, who had seen the existence of a Sacred Teacher, could not master the Future Sword Qi.

Now that An Le’s mental power had entered the precipice, he could sense this wisp of sword qi, but could he control it?

Was he qualified to master it?

Was the future ethereal and unfathomable something that mortals could see?

An Le asked in his heart.

He could see the light screen, and the light screen could see the Age Qi, but the

Age Qi… represented the past.

He did not know if he could grasp the future.

However, gradually, An Le’s eyes became firm. The invincible aura condensed on his body seemed to appear around his Primordial Spirit at this moment, turning into a white python that coiled around it. It faced the white world and slowly opened its mouth.

He wanted to walk the path of invincibility and create a miracle that was even more legendary than the legend created by Li You’an. Then, this miracle would start by controlling the Future Sword Qi.

A wave of confidence surged in his heart.

He began to stare at the white world, wanting to see the invisible sword qi.

Although he could sense the sword qi constantly scurrying in front of him, he could not capture it.

Suddenly, An Le recalled the ink bamboo painting before entering the cliff. The

Future Sword Qi captured the scenes of the future. Could the ink bamboo painting be a painting he had made in the future?

The mental power in his Primordial Spirit began to be released bit by bit. In the white world, it was like a ball of thick ink.

The thick ink was dyed. Under the pull of his mental power, it was as if an artist was painting with ink.

An Le suddenly realized that a wisp of sword qi had begun to guide his mind. It was like the tip of a brush on a piece of white paper..