At the silent and dark bottom of the Sword Pool, a blue light spread out, and the subtle sound of water tearing continuously emanated, accompanied by a faint and amazing fluctuation dispersing.

Since Ling Chen entered the bottom of the Sword Pool, nine days have passed. Although this period has stirred unrest among the Ling Family, the depths of the Sword Pool remain silent, cloaked only in a faint fluctuation enveloped by the blue light, giving a hint of life to this place.

Over the course of nine days, what was once the Sword Spirit Qi suffusing the entire Sword Pool has now become much calmer, gathering around Ling Chen to form a wall of sword energy, continuously pouring into Ling Chen's body.

Ling Chen's body is now covered in scars, with numerous deep cuts, so severe that they seem to want to tear Ling Chen's body completely apart.

The Sword Pool is quite peculiar; the pressure at its depths grows more terrifying by the day, reaching a horrific level after nine days of accumulation. If Ling Chen weren't of the Supreme Sword Saint Bloodline and hadn't condensed the Sword Spirit Embryo, naturally suppressing the Sword Spirit Qi, he may have been crushed into pulp by the sheer pressure.

"It's almost at the limit."

Ling Chen is already stretched to his limits, but fortunately, the Sword Spirit Body has reached its peak, only one step away from achieving the Perfect Sword Spirit Physique.

"Condense!"

A deep voice suddenly echoed in Ling Chen's heart, and then the black Sword Spirit Qi swiftly surged into his body, forcefully wrapping the True Qi within, as the surrounding Protective True Qi began to slowly collapse, like dough being carefully kneaded into a disc shape.

This transformation is a very slow process, and even with the assistance of the Sword Spirit Embryo, Ling Chen is straining tremendously, rapidly consuming large amounts of True Qi. Luckily, the influx of Sword Spirit Qi continuously replenishes the consumption perfectly.

Buzz!

As time went by, a bluish surface began to appear on Ling Chen's body, emitting a sharp fluctuation.

The blue Sword Spirit Qi, like a carving knife, etched itself onto the surface of Ling Chen's body, and after a series of carvings, Ling Chen's aura underwent a complete transformation.

Swipe!

Ling Chen lifted his head to gaze upward, his eyes seemingly shooting out beams of sword light. Instantly, a truly astonishing momentum soared into the sky, forming a sky-shattering Giant Sword that broke through the water's surface, shooting directly into the air of the Sword Pool!

As soon as the sky-shattering Giant Sword broke through the water's surface, it suddenly split apart, transforming into countless dazzling streams of sword qi that shot out, like rain falling from the sky.

"This kid finally made a move."

Ling Tingfeng's eyes gleamed with joy. Had he not been constantly monitoring Ling Chen's aura, he would have doubted that Ling Chen had perished within the Sword Pool.

Nine days! This kid actually spent nine days, equaling the record set by Ling Tianyu. But that's not the main point; the main point is that Ling Chen has a strong hope of condensing the Perfect Sword Spirit Physique just like Ling Tianyu did in those nine days.

"Incredible."

At this moment, even Ling Lie felt a little excited. Back when Ling Tianyu stayed in the Sword Pool for nine days, it caused a fervor among the entire Ling Family. Now, the grand spectacle of those days seems to be reappearing, undoubtedly stirring up a storm.

"That fellow still hasn't come out..."

On a distant mountain peak, a graceful figure descended gently, landing on a giant tree, looking down at the Sword Pool in the distance. That woman, with striking features, was Ling Xue.

She was shocked, not expecting that the fellow she brought back by chance could achieve such a feat.

Even Ling Yuxuan had been left behind by Ling Chen...

Though this was only in terms of the Sword Pool record, Ling Chen wasn't inferior in other aspects either.

"This kid is truly terrifying..."

Gazing at the Sword Pool below, which was boiling over, Ling Feng couldn't help but clench his fists. Nine days, this kid had actually broken Ling Yuxuan's record. The latter held an incredibly exalted position in his heart, untouchable, yet he had been surpassed by Ling Chen, a lowly Branch Family disciple.

"This kid indeed has some capabilities."

Ling Yuxuan looked at Ling Chen, feeling a strong sense of threat for the first time from a peer. It was the first time he felt such a significant threat and challenge from someone of his generation.

"It's too early to say. Back then, Ling Tianyu stayed in there for nine days because he successfully condensed the Perfect Sword Spirit Physique. Though Ling Yu has stayed in there for nine days as well, he might not reach Ling Tianyu's level. Perhaps he's just more resilient, allowing him to stay longer than most."

Beside him, Ling Hai felt deeply unbalanced. Like Ling Feng, he held no goodwill towards Ling Chen. Seeing Ling Chen create such an extraordinary record, jealousy surged within him.

"Indeed, it must be so."

Ling Feng's eyes lit up, nodding immediately, "A Perfect Sword Spirit Physique isn't something anyone can achieve. A Branch Family kid achieving that physique is just wishful thinking."

Ling Yuxuan remained silent, but as he was about to speak, his expression abruptly changed, turning towards the Sword Pool where the surge of sword qi was becoming more frequent, hinting that a Peerless Treasure Sword might be emerging from the Sword Pool.

"Things, might not turn out as you expect..."

Feeling the sky-shattering sharp momentum, Ling Yuxuan inhaled deeply, a hint of shock appearing in his eyes as he spoke.

Bang!

Just as his words fell, the center of the Sword Pool suddenly exploded, and the next moment, a towering wave erupted, a sword shadow breaking through the air, tearing through the skies, appearing before everyone.

It was a sword qi spanning thirty feet, incredibly sharp, as if it would pierce a massive hole in the sky, chilling all the Ling family disciples' hearts. In the center of the sword qi, a figure was clearly visible.

It was Ling Chen.

The crowd could no longer feel Ling Chen's aura, only sensing the presence of a Peerless Treasure Sword. They felt pressure, their Sword Intent losing control, and even their swords at their waists quivered, almost ready to fly out, bowing before Ling Chen in submission.

"This is the Perfect Sword Spirit Physique."

Even Ling Yuxuan felt suppressed, his brow releasing Sword Intent to dispel Ling Chen's pressure. The pressure affected even him, indicating that Ling Chen's Perfect Sword Spirit Physique had been successfully cultivated.