Supreme Emperor of Swords

“What, what happened?” Ding Hao was disturbed by the sudden sound and finally woke up from the state of “forgetting himself”.

As he looked up, Ding Hao could not help but be surprised.

Unconsciously, one day had passed quietly, and Ding Hao felt that it had only passed for a moment, but actually, it was already dusk. There was only half of the red sun hanging over the snowy mountains. The red sun colored the clouds red and the original white snow was covered with light red halos. They looked like flowing blood.

The fundamental lines were densely carved all over the snowfield of three square kilometers. It was hard to see the margin.

“I… have written so many of them?”

Even Ding Hao himself was a little shocked.

Ding Hao slightly moved his arms and then found a burst of numbness and pain from his forearms, upper arms, wrists, and fingers. He had in the high-intensity engraving of the lines for a whole day and did not take a break at all. Even though Ding Hao’s physical strength was strong, he still felt painful and his arms and fingers were swollen.

Of course, what shocked Ding Hao most was the twenty-four Chinese characters, which exploded without warning signs.

The power that erupted from each handwriting was equivalent to a full blow of a one-apertured Martial Disciple. How… did the Chinese characters have such magic power?

“What the hell did you write?” In his mind, the Sword Master asked eagerly. He seemed to have gone crazy. Ding Hao firmly believed that if the old man had a body, then he was certainly asking with his both hands holding Ding Hao’s collar.

“I… they’re just some patterns that I drew casually,” Ding Hao replied equivocally. How could he tell him that he came into this world by time-travel! How could he tell him what he wrote was the words of his previous life!

“Draw them casually? You’re telling me that? Kid, what kind of god is you? Are you a reincarnation of a god-level Inscriptionist?” The Sword Master snarled wildly. It’s really pushing him over the edge.

“This old man is going crazy,” the Saber Master said gloatingly, “Little Chap Ding, what you’ve done stimulates him a lot.”

“Stimulate? Is it…” Ding Hao gradually understood what was going on with that old man.

“Well, yes, it’s the twenty-four patterns you’ve just drawn,” the Saber Master smiled and said, “Although I don’t know much about the inscription, I can see that the twenty-four pictures contained the most basic ‘Word Form’. That was not strange, but they were formed by an unheard ‘Word Grammar’ and the ‘Word Will’ in the texts was disorder. Otherwise, their power would be more powerful and they would not be out of control and exploded.”

“Yes, I’ve never seen such ‘Word Grammar’. I dare not say that I have seen all the ‘Word Grammar’ in this world, but at least I’ve seen 80% or 90% of them. However, I have never seen this ‘Word Grammar’.” In Ding Hao’s mind, the Sword Master roared wildly, “It seems that the strange combination of ‘Word Form’ contains no rules, but it can communicate the energy of the heaven and the earth. That is definitely a new ‘Word Grammar’.”

“A new ‘Word Grammar’?”

Ding Hao gradually sorted out his own ideas.

Ding Hao made an analogy. The basic principle of the inscription was a bit like learning English in his previous life. In the three basic elements, ‘Word Form’ stood for English words, which required a lot of recitation and memory to master. ‘Word Grammar’ was English grammar, which was used to make the rules and sequence of ‘Word Form’; ‘Word Will’ was that the Inscriptionist communicated the world with his own Divine Awareness and endowed the mysterious power to ‘Word Form’, the various patterns that were drawn according to ‘Word Grammar’.

This process was like using letters to form a word, and making a sentence with words according to the grammar, and those words could express the meaning when one said it aloud.

Unexpectedly, there was such a commonality between the two.

Did the Chinese language on Earth really have the power of the inscription on Land of Infinity because of the different time and space and the different rules?

Perhaps inscriptions, in essence, should also be regarded as a kind of language—the unique language for the Inscriptionists to communicate the energy of Heaven and Earth.

Thinking of this, Ding Hao’s heart could not help but violently beat.

If that was true…

“Hurry! Do it again! Do it again!” The Sword Master was like a hungry man. He eagerly said to Ding Hao in a pleading tone, “Do you still remember the twenty-four patterns that you just drew. You don’t forget them, do you? Little Chap Ding, draw them again. Think about it! You must come to think of them!”

Ding Hao exhaled a long breath, calmed his mind, and then nodded, saying, “I’ll try.”

He put his Dragon-shaped Blood Saber away, held his rusted sword and shook his wrist and began to write on the snow.

“Lone smoke rises up straight in the great desert; setting sun disappears as a circle above the long river.”

According to the method taught by the Sword Master before, he condensed ‘Word Will’ and quickly wrote down these words with the method of engraving the inscription. Only then he found that engraving the inscription was extremely consuming strength. Though he only wrote these words, as if he had just made a fierce fight. His mind was almost exhausted, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

But the results were extremely amazing.

As soon as Ding Hao finished his last word, all of a sudden, an indescribable breath spread out from these words and this time the power was even as strong as that of an initial stage two-apertured Martial Disciple. Besides, the power did not spill away but flow between strokes.

“This kind of ‘Word Grammar’… Perfect! They are not like what you drew arbitrarily. They’re more like a masterpiece that has gone through ages. They can definitely be one of the top 50 ‘Word Grammar’ rules of Land of Infinity… Tsk, Little Chap Ding, are you really a rare super genius? Can you really realize the Truth in such a short time?”

The Sword Master was completely intoxicated with those ten Chinese characters in front of him.

Of course, he did not know those Chinese characters, and he did not understand what they mean, but these did not prevent him from observing those combinations of square-like pictures in terms of an Inscriptionist.

The Sword Master swore that he had never seen such patterns before.

“Ah! Perfect patterns! They’re all made up of the most basic ‘Word Form’. It seems to be some kind of text, but these patterns can be used as inscriptions to communicate the powerful force of Heaven and Earth… Do you really draw them at random?”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a series of explosions.

The Chinese characters on the snow eventually failed to fully withstand the power of the inscription and exploded.

Seeing this, Ding Hao frowned slightly.