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"I'll go first."

Zheng Zimu walked forward with large strides to the center. He stood there quietly with his clothes fluttering in the wind.

In the next moment, his figure moved, and he quickly moved forward like a shadow.

Crash! *

His figure appeared on the left, and immediately, another shadow appeared on the right.

Two.

He disappeared as well, leaving only two figures standing there.

Everyone was stunned.

The middle-aged woman revealed a look of approval.

"The Eight Changes of Dance Heaven is indeed magical."

"Rumor has it that there are eight changes to the dance, and each change is different. If one were to cultivate to the Eight Transformation, one would be invincible under the Divine King."

"Zheng Zimu is truly worthy of being the third person to comprehend this ability in the past hundred years! "At such an age, he has actually comprehended two forms."

While everyone was shocked by the mystique of the Eight Changes of Dance Heaven, they also sighed at Zheng Zimu's terrifying innate skill. In fact, at this moment, they all had an answer in their hearts.

Li Yi was definitely going to lose.

The light and shadow flashed, Zheng Zimu's figure gradually appeared, but when one looked carefully, they would see that he was still in the same position, his footsteps were still the same, his figure was still the same, as though nothing had happened before.

He raised his head, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly as a strong smile blossomed. He looked at Li Yi, and his eyes were filled with provocation: "Did you see it clearly?"

Li Yi remained silent and nodded.

Zheng Zimu laughed: "Alright, I will pass down the chants now." With a flick of his finger, the power of his mind shot into the world inside Li Yi's mind.

After the spiritual force fell down, it immediately blossomed and turned into a series of dense text. If one looked carefully, even if there were no more than 10,000 characters, there were at least 8,000 words.

Is this the chant?

Li Yi opened his eyes wide, he wanted to curse him out.

Seeing his expression, Zheng Zimu's smile became even more brilliant. Eight thousand words of chant, that was a complete Eight Changes of Dance Heaven! Furthermore, there was a portion of the seats which were in chaos. He did not have a proper arrangement, and in his opinion, it was impossible for Li Yi to find the order within the eight thousand word chant.

This was exactly what he wanted.

In any case, Li Yi was about to lose, so what if he gave the entire book? Sooner or later, he would be his retainer.

Zheng Zimu laughed: "Now it's your turn."

Li Yi regained his senses, took a deep breath and said seriously, "This sword strike of mine is extraordinary, it cannot be used just like this, but I can evolve it for you in the Spiritual World. How about it?"

Can't be used? Only evolve?

What kind of swordsmanship was this?

Everyone had a strange expression on their faces. From start to finish, they felt that something was amiss, but they could not think of a reason.

Zheng Zimu was startled, he frowned, and immediately thought that it was only a sword technique, and immediately said: "Alright, come!"

Li Yi did not speak further, and sat down cross legged, secretly adjusting his own state.

In the next moment, his eyes slightly opened, and a touch of spirit energy shot out from the world within his mind, entering Zheng Zimu's world of consciousness.

Weng! *

At this moment, the sky was dark, the sun and moon were without light, the entire earth was shrouded in darkness, there were endless Demonic Beast s and beasts moving up and down, roaring angrily, it shook the sky.

This was a terrifying scene.

The next moment, the scene flashed. Wind and rain, lightning and thunder intersected. The torrential rain fell unceasingly.

On top of a tall mountain, under a giant boulder, there was a new plant of grass. It stuck out its tender bud from underneath the boulder, swaying in the wind and rain.

As time passed, the rain and wind became even stronger, as an endless amount of Demonic Beast began to gather at the high mountains.

BOOM!

Lightning as thick as a mountain struck down, turning the newly sprouted grass into ashes.

However, it was unknown how much time had passed before that plant grew up once more. The sprouts struggled to bloom, and in the rain, the lightning, and the darkness, it's tiny life seemed as if it would break in the next moment.

Even though it had tried very hard, it still could not change its fate. It was broken again and again, disappearing again and again. It was like fate playing tricks on it, and also like the cruelty of the heavens.

Finally, after a very long time, it revealed its tender bud once again.

On this day, a little girl came to this place. She stood guard here with her big eyes fixed on that stalk of grass. Her expression was indescribable, filled with excitement, happiness, and confusion.

She had blocked the first bolt of lightning, the first storm, the first tribulation.

Finally, the ferocious Demonic Beast rushed up and took the little girl away.

On that day, the grass took shape and transformed into a handsome youth. Looking at the drowsy sky and the lightless world, he slashed out a sword.

When the sword was unleashed, light illuminated the entire world, bringing with it a deep sense of grief, unwillingness, and despair.

One sword cut through the sky, one sword cut through the earth, and the other sword killed endless amounts of Demonic Beast and Vicious Beast, causing rivers of blood to flow on the ground.

The handsome youth began to descend the mountain. He searched the entire world for the little girl. Year after year passed, but he still could not find her, nor did he find any trace of her.

Finally, one day, he came back here exhausted. Seeing the footprints on the mountain, he was ecstatic and also secretly regretful.

He did not know if it was because the little girl had returned, but he did not dare to go down the mountain again. He sat cross-legged on the high mountain, cultivating while waiting.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of years passed and the little girl never came back. He cried like a child and wrote a few lines of words on the mountain before he left.

"Where are you? "In my dreams, it's always you."

The scene before him blurred as Zheng Zimu's consciousness woke up. He opened his eyes wide, really wanting to know what happened.

Right at this moment, the spirit energy that Li Yi had invested in blossomed again. A stalk of grass appeared, turned into a sky-high sword beam, and slashed out.

Zheng Zimu's eyes were wide open, and his heart was in complete turmoil. This strike, was actually exactly the same as the sword the youth above the mountain had slashed out.

Oh my god!

What era was that?

Would plants become saints?

That sword! Sorrow, unwillingness, despair, there was too much to bear.

Zheng Zimu took a deep breath, and was no longer able to remain calm. He opened his eyes, and looked at Li Yi with a complicated expression.

Li Yi also noticed the change in his expression, smiling slightly, he nodded, and thought to himself, this sword move was extremely difficult for senior brother to use, even with his powerful mental force, he could only barely evolve.

Of course, what Li Yi did not know was that Zheng Zimu's comprehension ability was actually very terrifying. From the strand of mind energy that was given to him, he was able to see the origin of the sword, and this was something he did not expect.

Zheng Zimu remained silent.

Li Yi also did not say anything, slowly closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, beginning to comprehend the Eight Changes of Dance Heaven.

"Something's wrong." Someone whispered.

"What exactly is that sword?"

"Senior Brother Zheng's mood is very low. Could it be that the sword strike Li Yi gave him was a terrifying sword technique?"

"That's impossible, right? There is no powerful swordsmanship inheritance in Fifth Institute at all! "