Legend of Swordsman

The expression on the Cosmos God's face remained the same throughout, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking. Even if someone had described it better, he would only nod slightly.

For example, when the Ninth Kalpa King talked about his Dao, which was to die without regret, to act willfully, and to move forward with the world, the Cosmos God nodded slightly.

Finally, all the Supreme martial artists had finished their narration.

They looked at the emotionless Cosmos Gods and could not help but feel apprehensive. Some of them were upset that their performance just now was barely satisfactory. They could have done better. Some of them had confident looks on their faces and were certain that they would definitely be ranked at the top.

"Child, it's your turn."

After everyone had finished speaking, the Cosmos God looked at Jian Wushuang and said with a smile.

"Yes."

Jian Wushuang took a deep breath and suppressed the throbbing in his heart. He kept himself calm and walked out of the crowd.

He knew in his heart that in terms of understanding of the Dao, he was definitely no match for the fifteen Supreme martial artists present.

To him, every single person present was an expert who had trained for no less than a hundred chaos cycles. There were even old monsters who had trained for more than a thousand chaos cycles.

No matter how arrogant Jian Wushuang was, he didn't think that his Foundation would be deeper than those old monsters who had been through a long time.

However, it didn't mean that Jian Wushuang was afraid and would lose without a fight.

In his heart, he also had his own understanding of the Dao.

"Child, are you ready?"

The Cosmos God laughed.

"I'm ready." Jian Wushuang nodded seriously.

"Then come. Tell me about the Dao you understand."

Ling Xiao Palace fell into silence.

Jian Wushuang was not in a hurry to answer. Instead, he raised his head and looked into the distance through the multicolored light. There was a touch of reminiscence in his eyes.

He began to recall everything he had seen and heard along the way.

When the other Supreme martial artists saw this, they immediately sneered in their hearts.

"He's just putting on an act. Jian Wushuang has only cultivated for seven hundred thousand years. He's still wet behind the ears. What does he know about Dao?"

"It's true that Jian Wushuang is extremely talented, but his comprehension of Dao can't be decided by talent."

"That's right. Let's wait and see how Jian Wushuang will become a laughingstock."

These Supreme martial artists shook their heads one after another, feeling a sense of superiority in their hearts.

At that moment, Jian Wushuang finally spoke.

His voice was calm, without any high spirits, nor was it deliberately low. It was as if he was calmly recounting something.

"The Dao I understand..."

"It's not the primeval universe, nor is it the heaven and earth. It's very ordinary and not noble. It's like the wind that flows in the air, or the sand between your fingers. It seems impossible to hold, but it exists beside everyone."

Dao is a very fair word. No matter if you are a mighty person who can destroy the world with a single step, or a young mortal who just carried a sword, they all have their own Dao.

"I, Jian Wushuang, rose from the dust of the mortal world. I have stepped on thousands of mountains and rivers and watched the waves of the human world. The Dao I think is the smoke rising from the kitchen chimneys of the countryside, the rain falling from the sky to moisten the weeds, the weeds growing out of the cracks of the stone to be chewed and swallowed by the old bull, and the old bull aging and then being cut up to be eaten."

"It is the cycle of the heavenly laws, and it also breaks fate. It is the unseen world, and it is also the fickleness of the world."

"It's the Four Seasons of spring and autumn, it's life and death, it's the Buddha's lowered brows, it's also the Vajra's angry eyes..."

"Everyone's Dao is different, but everyone's Dao leads to the same destination. One can turn the great Dao into a shore, while the process of chasing after the Dao is to control the wind and break the waves, crossing the sea of bitterness!"

"The greater world is full of vicissitudes and changes. One's life is full of grass and trees. Even if one is at the corner of a well, as long as one's heart is toward the stars and has a fearless heart, one can finally achieve the great Dao..."

Jian Wushuang spoke slowly. In his words, Dao seemed to be a very ordinary thing. It was not as Grand and great as what others said, nor was it full of the chaos of the universe and the firmament.

After he finished speaking, the entire place gradually fell into a brief silence.

This time, there was no mockery. Everyone frowned and carefully thought over Jian Wushuang's words.

Since they had become Supremes, they were naturally not simple. Jian Wushuang's words were like a key that opened a new door for them.

Each of them was high and mighty, each of them was an Overlord of a region. No matter where they went, they would be greeted with respect and agreement...

Their eyes were always looking up, unlike Jian Wushuang, who lowered his head to observe the human world.

Hence.

They suddenly realized that they might have neglected to see the ordinary among the ordinary!

At this moment, an ear-piercing voice suddenly rang out.

"What nonsense is this? Jian Wushuang, what nonsense are you talking about? In my opinion, Dao is very simple. What can make me stronger is Dao!"

The heavenly net disciple sneered with a mocking expression.

Before Jian Wushuang could say anything, the other Supreme Masters who had no grudges with Jian Wushuang suddenly turned to glare at him.

Just now, Jian Wushuang's words gave them some inspiration. They were deep in thought when they were suddenly interrupted by Tian Luo Zi!

"A mere ant dares to talk about the great Dao?"

"This person is called Tian Luo Zi, right? With such a heart, what great things can he achieve?"

"You haven't even touched the origin of Dao, yet you dare to say that others are talking nonsense?"

For a moment, the people who had no enmity with Jian Wushuang sneered.

Instantly, Tian Luo Zi's face turned green and white in shock and fear.

As for the Cosmos God, he merely narrowed his eyes and waved his hand. A mighty force gushed out, and with a swipe, the heaven Luo seed disappeared, evaporating into thin air.

After doing all that, the Cosmos God smiled again and asked the disciple beside him to give the bamboo token to Jian Wushuang.

"Everyone, do you see the ten praying mats under me? These ten futons were the ten seats for listening to Dao. On the bamboo token I had my disciple give you, the numbers of the ten praying mats are displayed. You will sit on the mat you get the number. As for those who don't have a number on their bamboo token, they are eliminated and can leave towering Palace after a while."

Everyone's pupils shrank.

Since the Cosmos God had said that one could choose which futon to sit on according to the number on the bamboo board, it was likely that the futon was not as simple as it seemed.

"This Lord once heard people say that the closer one is to the futon, the deeper one's comprehension will be when listening to the Dao!"

One of the Supreme martial artists said with a burning gaze.

"Is that so?"

For a moment, everyone's brows raised and they looked down at the bamboo board in their hands.

Jian Wushuang also turned over the bamboo board and looked down.

A number slowly twisted and condensed like a small snake!

Suddenly, Jian Wushuang's body trembled!