Chapter33 Trure's leveling up

So, the moment Constan Dran's sword move sent out, Yenny felt like she was falling into the universe and her soul was being sucked in, twinkling and trembling with all the planets.

The vastness of the universe was boundless, and the insignificance of human beings were not even speck of dust in. The huge difference magnified the biggest fear in her heart thousands of times.

The forces that destruction of heaven and earth crushed everything, as if it had been crossed through thousands of years, or as if in this moment, the life and death of the cycle just like a huge black hole forever unable to extricate to recycle ...

Long after Constan Dran had withdrawn his swordplay, Yenny was still standing in her place, her eyes blank, her expression numb, and she apparently still lost in the power of his swordplay.

With a wave of his hand, a little bit of mana went into Yenny's temple and pulled her back from the abyss like spring breeze.

Her eyes suddenly opened, it was only then that Yenny came out of her stupor and exhaled long and hard like a man saved from drowning.

But then, she got excited.

This set of sword skills was really unfathomable, even the simplest first sword was frighteningly powerful, and predictably the later eight swords would be how thrilling!

Yenny's heart was filled with fighting spirit and strength. She dreamed that one day she would create such powerful sword skills just like Master, or even better than the universal sword skills.

"What did you see in my sword move?" Asked Constan Dran, with the intention of further examination.

Yenny unfurled her eyes and thought for a moment and then replied, "Master, that sword move, I see the time in it!"

Constan Dran's eyes widened as he looked at Yenny and asked, "What do you see in time?"

"Eternity into a moment, a moment for eternity!" Yenny simply answered with a few words to describe, after all, with her current state of cultivation, no further elaboration could be reached.

But even those few words left Constan Dran once again shocked at the young apprentice he had taken on.

Of all the cultivated worlds that had ever been created, only the way of time or space was the most mysterious, the most difficult to establish, and certainly the most complex.

Constan Dran, however, though very excited, was not going to teach Yenny too soon, lest he would disturb his disciple's own mind and change the way in which she would find her own way of cultivation.

"You did a good job!" Constan Dran praised her matter-of-factly: "I believe that one day you will be able to create a swordsmanship stronger than the Universe Nine Swords."

As they spoke, suddenly there was a noise from the top of the Pine Summit to the southeast. Strong wind stirred everything on the ground. Plenty of clouds rose and soon the sky became dark.

"It's your uncle Trone!" Constan Dran got so excited that he grabbed his apprentice and flew straight to the top of Pine mountain.

The direction was where Trure Trone had been in seclusion and cultivation, and after three months, this guy was finally going through the ordeal of thunder and lightenin.

Once there, Constan Dran quickly set out secure spells aound Trure Trone's place, protecting him from outer accidents.

Not for a while, the principal and others also rushed over, they kept there together waiting for the birth of the next Incarnation in the Cloud school.

After reaching the incarnation phase, a cultivator could create his/her own way for practising. Therefore, entering the incarnation was really a watershed to the top-class cultivators.

It was very good to be able to successfully promote a person of incarnation in a hundred men of immortality, and there was good or bad cultivation mode, so that the distance between the ordinary incarnation and the incarnation with a special way was the difference between heaven and earth.

The Cloud School now had 28 cultivators in immortality phase, 3 in incarnation phase, 3 in judgment phase, 3 Mahayana, plus more than 100 in virtuoso phase, so that in this world no matter the top fighting force or comprehensive strength was firmly in the first place.

It was for this reason that only the Cloud School dared to choose third-class lifeblood as the minimum selection criteria for new students every three years.

And now, if Trure Trone made it to the incarnation phase successfully, there would be one more top cultivator in the Cloud school.

The more principal Orien thought about it, the better. As the principal, his duty and mission was to make the whole cloud school succeed and develop better and better, otherwise he would have betrayed the trust and good hopes of the former principal.

There were more and more thunderclouds in the air, so many that the whole sky seemed to be swallowed up.

"No, it's a 9X9 thunder-lightening ordeal!"

Less than half an hour later, the rolling thunder clouds gradually gathered momentum to the end, principal Orien's face was broken, and there was no earlier joy at all.