Chapter 790 Breakthrough! Sword Domain Space

Ye Yang's movements were gentle and meticulous, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping Ye Fan.

He stared at Ye Fan's face. The once childish face was now gradually showing mature outlines.

Ye Yang whispered, with a hint of gentle reproach in his voice.

Outside the window, moonlight poured into the room, and a soft glow enveloped the father and son.

The night was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the tranquility.

the next day.

While Ye Fan was still asleep, Ye Yang packed up his things and continued to make tea and boil water.

Ye Yang's movements were still gentle and skillful. He carefully placed the tea set on the small table by the window, for fear of disturbing his son by making any noise.

The crimson flame slowly rose, and the steam on the lid of the pot slowly rose.

There were not many guests here today, but after Ye Yang saw the mysterious wolf, he walked in again.

Only this time she was not aggressive, nor did she say she wanted to take Mark away. She walked in quietly and sat quietly on a remote wooden table.

Started drinking tea.

Seeing that there was no other action, Ye Yang didn't take her into his heart.

As a result, I never thought that during this period, the wolf queen would arrive almost every day.

She always sits in the same position silently, sipping tea quietly, and occasionally looks out the window at the falling snowflakes, with an elusive look in her eyes.

Her presence gradually became a norm in the teahouse, and the other guests seemed to get used to her presence.

And Ye Yang just let it happen.

During this period of time spent with Ye Fan in the Universiade Dynasty, Ye Yang never neglected his cultivation.

On the contrary, in this ordinary and ordinary environment, the more he can calm down, become one with the world and all things, and quietly feel the beauty of practice.

Especially in the previous battle with the original Shinto Taoist Lu Yu, the opponent's sword skills really amazed the world.

On the basis of the Sky-Splitting Sword Art, combined with space, he opened another Void-Breaking Sword Art, which made Ye Yang feel that he had learned a lot.

In kendo, there are realms such as the differentiation of sword light, sword practice into silk, sword heart clear, sword energy thunder sound, sword intention becoming powerful, sword domain space, kendo reincarnation and so on.

Ye Yang had already reached the realm of sword intention before, but he could never reach the bottleneck in the sword domain space.

But he learned a lot from the battle with Lu Yu.

In the evening, Ye Yang stood in the backyard of the teahouse, holding an ordinary piece of firewood as a sword.

At this time, he no longer needs any weapons to show his strength.

In this peaceful world, his mind felt as still as water, and he seemed to be one with the surrounding nature.

It was an eye-opener for Ye Yang. Lu Yu's swordsmanship and cultivation, especially the Void-Breaking Sword Technique, combined space and swordsmanship, and promoted the two, which suddenly gave him an epiphany.

He recalled Lu Yu's endless sword energy spreading from the void.

At this moment, Ye Yang seemed to see all kinds of extraordinary possibilities.

"The sword domain space is not just the concentration of the power of the sword, but also the understanding and exploration of the power of space."

Ye Yang whispered to himself, slowly raising the wooden stick in his hand and pointing it towards the sky. There was a flash of understanding in his eyes.

"It turns out that the sword domain is not simply a domain power, but a 'small space' of its own created through the resonance of the sword's intention with the space."

As his understanding gradually deepened, the air around him seemed to become thicker. Ye Yang felt an invisible force surging around him, as if the entire space was responding to his will.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, Ye Yang opened his eyes, and the wooden stick in his hand suddenly thrust forward!

In an instant, a faint sword light burst out from the tip of the sword, but it did not disappear into the air, but turned into a transparent space crack, as if tearing open the curtain of reality.

The crack spread quickly, forming a circular area with a radius of several meters. The space inside seemed to be distorted, and the moonlight became blurred here.

"Is this... the sword domain space? Although it is only a prototype, this kind of power is not bad at all."

Ye Yang murmured in a low voice, his eyes flashing with excitement.

He felt an unprecedented sense of control, as if he controlled all the rules in this small area.

Every inch of space here, every air flow, and even every ray of light are closely related to his sword intention.

He wanted to dance wildly with a sword, but when he saw that Ye Fan had fallen asleep and was afraid of waking him up, he stopped the idea.

The next day.

It was morning, and the Kyoto of the Universiade Dynasty had begun to become noisy.

On the street, vendors set up their stalls early, and the sounds of hawking came and went.

Pedestrians passed by in a hurry, some were ordinary people going to the morning market, and some were officials wearing official uniforms and riding tall horses.

In the streets and alleys, the laughter and play of children are intertwined.

Ye Yang burned tea as if nothing had happened.

Only then did he realize that Ye Fan had woken up at some point in the room.

During this period of time, he changed from his previous sick appearance and became full of strength and lively.

Even his face appeared moist red.

It seems that he is full of vitality in a short time, as if he is recovering from a serious illness, which makes people feel hopeful.

However, Ye Yang knew that this was a sign of 'reflection'.

Seems to suddenly show brief improvement.

But this improvement is often false, it is the last burst of energy in the body, and then there will be inevitable exhaustion.

If nothing unexpected happens.

Ye Fan's life will soon pass away during this period.

He wants to accompany and support Ye Fan as much as possible through the last period of time.

Enjoy every moment between them.

On this day, Ye Yang rarely closed the teahouse.

"Fan'er."

Ye Yang said softly.

"You look in good spirits today, I will push you outside to bask in the sun."

Ye Fan nodded with a bright smile on his face.

"Okay, father, I feel very energetic recently, maybe I can play a few games of chess with you."

Ye Yang smiled slightly, but his heart was mixed.

He understood that Ye Fan also felt that his life had come to the last moment.

This was something he said deliberately because he didn't want Ye Yang to worry.

It might be the last quiet time that the father and son spent together, so Ye Yang cherished it especially.

The two walked out of the room together and came to the yard.

The sun shone on their bodies, warm and comfortable.

Ye Fan found a place to sit down and started chatting with his father.

The topic ranged from the fresh news in the morning market to the interesting stories of the neighbors, and laughter came from time to time.

In this moment of peace, Ye Yang silently observed his son's every move, trying to deeply imprint this moment in his memory.

He knew that no matter what the future holds, these beautiful memories will be his most precious wealth.

As time passed, Ye Fan's face gradually became a little pale, and his breathing began to become rapid.

Ye Yang patted his shoulder gently and said gently.

"Take a rest if you are tired, we have plenty of time."

Ye Fan nodded and closed his eyes, just like when he was a child, as if he was enjoying this moment of tranquility.

Ye Yang quietly stood by, and the two watched the snowflakes dancing outside, the sky was full of silver, and the whole world was covered with a layer of silver.

The scenery was so beautiful that it was intoxicating, and the silver-white sky made people feel a sense of tranquility and peace.

Ye Fan slowly leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and seemed to be enjoying this moment of tranquility. His expression was much more relaxed, and there was even a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

It was as if he had returned to his childhood. At that time, because his father was always practicing hard, he could only live with his maid and mother on weekdays.

He liked to hold his mother's hand in the snow and make snowmen and snowball fights in the yard when it snowed.

Those beautiful memories, like the snowflakes outside the window, are short-lived but extremely precious.

It's a pity that they can never go back.

"Mother, I'm here to see you."

In a trance, Ye Fan seemed to see a figure, so gentle, gentle and beautiful.

The figure still had a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth.

She stretched out her hand and wanted to touch Ye Fan's face, but it was just an illusory image, and her fingers passed through the air without any substantial touch.

Despite this, Ye Fan felt a warmth in his heart, as if his mother was really by his side, giving him endless comfort and encouragement.

"I have missed you all these years."

Ye Fan whispered, with a hint of sobs in his voice.

His eyes followed his mother's figure closely, as if he was afraid that if he blinked, this beautiful scene would disappear. (End of this chapter)