Chapter 117 - 27 Sword Formation - Thousand Sword Intent_3

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Chapter 117 of "Reborn as a Hatrack in the Mystical Land" starts with thrilling twists: Chapter 117: Chapter 27 Sword Formation - Thousand Sword Intent_3If she "died," her beautiful mother,... Continue the story!

Chapter 117: Chapter 27 Sword Formation - Thousand Sword Intent_3If she "died," her beautiful mother, the little boy, her brothers she had never met, and her newfound friends... For the first time in over twenty years, ripples disturbed the calm lake of her heart. When did it start that she came to regard these people as part of her own life? Those feelings of reluctance, like duckweed suddenly taking root, grounded Yue Jinghua’s consciousness. She could not lose, especially not to a broken sword. What kind of defeat would that be? Her Spiritual Sense regained clarity once more. The vast plain, without trees or flowers, this is the world of swords. Yue Jinghua found herself amidst a sea of swords. Innumerable swords of varying sizes and shapes, some as fine as embroidery needles, others majestic like the Zhonghua Pillar. Roughly counted, there were over a thousand swords. These swords have stood here in silence for many years. The sword lights gleaming from the swords came in waves, like a tidal surge of light elbowing its way through. Searᴄh the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Yue Jinghua attempted to communicate with Little Qingpu through Divine Sense, but there was no response. The Dark Beast Flash Mink Leopard, Cannibal Small Qingpu. All without response. She was cut off. The one thing Yue Jinghua could be sure of was that this place did not belong to any part of the Canglong Continent. In the sky, a rolling mass of Black Clouds appeared, like a splatter of ink dropped into a clear pond. Within the heavy, leaden clouds, thunder rumbled, like the parched growl of a wild beast. A scarlet lightning dragon tore across the sky, ripping open the sea of clouds above, revealing fiery, molten-lava-like words. "Thousand Swords and Ten Thousand Intentions Formation," Yue Jinghua murmured softly. Just then, another scarlet lightning dragon boomed, entwining with the previous one that had stormed across the sky. It was then that the thousands of swords, with a ground-shaking rumble, launched all at once. Their blades transformed into incredibly sharp Sword Intents, like a sudden downpour in June, attacking Yue Jinghua without warning or a greeting. A thousand swords, yet tens of thousands of Sword Intents, each one as if having consciousness, swarmed toward her, leaving Yue Jinghua nowhere to hide. "Shhh," hundreds of swords stabbed into the body of Yue Jinghua’s consciousness. There was no bloodshed, no flesh torn asunder, yet the pain of being pierced by a hundred swords felt just as real. With a crash, like a building demolished by controlled explosions, Yue Jinghua’s Spiritual Sense was shattered in an instant. However, in a brief moment, her Spiritual Sense gradually gathered again. Before it could fully recover, Yue Jinghua, who had learned from the experience, turned and fled. A thousand swords, like a locust plague’s downpour, swooped in to kill her. This time, it was a chaotic slash to death. The same scene replayed over and over, as Yue Jinghua’s Spiritual Sense was dismembered, crushed, trampled, pierced through the heart by a sword, carved by a dual swords, leaving through-and-through holes. Those thousand swords conjured close to ten thousand different Sword Intents, like silverfish swimming and weaving through the Thousand Swords and Ten Thousand Intentions Formation. Until her spiritual power was completely drained, Yue Jinghua was cleanly ejected from the Thousand Swords and Ten Thousand Intentions Formation. It felt like another agonizingly long thousand years. Little Qingpu’s eyes twitched slightly as he heard a moan, emerging from someone who had been like a wooden stake all day. In the Star Sea, Yue Jinghua collapsed on the ground, unable to muster any strength except for the sounds from her mouth. Every bone in her body felt as if it had been crushed and then patched back together, aching everywhere; breathing deeply brought sharp pains to her ribs. In that spot, she had been stabbed thirteen times by Sword Intent. The last time it went straight through her lung. Whether her internal organs were damaged, she didn’t know for now, but every bone in her body was groaning and trembling. She couldn’t die, but living was torture; might as well pass out. Yue Jinghua no longer had the strength to stand. She thought her body, reformed by Creation Power, was already quite formidable. But it was only in front of the Thousand Swords and Ten Thousand Intentions Formation that she realized she was only slightly stronger than an ant. Finally, under the dual torment of fatigue and mental abuse, Yue Jinghua fell into a deep sleep. Before she passed out, she saw Little Qingpu floating beside her in a haze, and to her surprise, a rare shade of concern flickered in his golden eyes. With a wry smile, Yue Jinghua thought she must have been blinded by those Sword Intents, as Little Qingpu could not possibly be worried about her. While Yue Jinghua slept, a warm stream of Creation Power flowed from her Dantian. Then, that miraculous energy traveled to her bones and meridians that had been shattered by Sword Intents, washing over them again and again, cleansing them repeatedly. The broken bones became more resilient under the effect of Creation Power, and her meridians also broadened a bit. All these were rewards after being tortured a hundred times by Yue Jinghua. Yue Jinghua did not realize that among the few masters of the Thousand Swords and Ten Thousand Intentions Formation, no one had ever completed a hundred tortures during their first entry into the formation. The Sword Intent was false and did not harm the flesh, but the pain and sensation of collapse inflicted by the Sword Intent were unbearably real, as was the flicker of fear facing death. Even if not for the Sword Intent, the mere pain would be enough to break a person. Spirit unyielding, the Spirit Array stands unbroken; such was the creed of the ancient creators of this Array. But clearly, this ancestor never anticipated that he would encounter someone like Yue Jinghua. A hundred times, a full hundred times. Yue Jinghua was able to "die" and then reunite her Spiritual Sense time and again without fail until her spiritual power completely dissipated. Before she became an official ace spy, she had experienced a simulation software called "Infinite Death." That software offered 999 ways to die—slaughtered by the sword, electric chair, falling from heights... Endless deaths, all to train spies to withstand various forms of coercion and keep secrets when captured. Yue Jinghua was the first participant to successfully KO the "Infinite Death" software test. In Liao’s words, Yue Xiaoqi was born as a little cockroach that simply couldn’t be killed. It wasn’t until the next day that Yue Jinghua woke up. She had just opened her eyes when she saw an exceptionally handsome face very close to her own nose.

Chapter 117 - 27 Sword Formation - Thousand Sword Intent_3

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