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Chapter 121: Go, Destroy Celestial Sword Mountain
Chapter 121: Go, Destroy Celestial Sword Mountain
Lin Yuan watched as Situ Ming left. With his essence blood, he had reshaped Situ Ming's physical body. There was another effect to this act—imprinting his own mark.
Human hearts were fickle. Even the most loyal subordinates could waver in their allegiance over time. One could ensure loyalty for a hundred or two hundred years, perhaps even five hundred. But what about eight hundred or a thousand? What if Lin Yuan reached his limit and had to leave this world? Could he still count on Situ Ming's absolute loyalty then?
Situ Ming, now formed from the Five-Colored Lotus, could easily live for thousands, even tens of thousands of years. Over such a long period, anything could change. But by imprinting his essence blood, Lin Yuan had eliminated that possibility. Situ Ming's spiritual soul and physical body were now Lin Yuan's creation, incapable of harboring independent thoughts.
"Continue your cultivation," Lin Yuan said, closing his eyes once more to resume his enlightenment.
Time passed slowly. Twenty years later...
In these two decades, the world had changed more than it had in the previous two hundred or even two thousand years. Countless geniuses and masters had emerged, and long-lost legacies had resurfaced. The powers of the Five Realms had undergone several major reshuffles.
Of course, Celestial Sword Sect, with the Tenth Realm's Celestial Sword Master at its helm, remained unshaken. They still looked down on the world, their status unwavering.
However, over ten years ago...
When Celestial Sword Master and the other powerful beings of the Five Realms realized they couldn't keep watch over Summer House any longer, they had no choice but to return to their respective sects. They couldn't afford to wait any longer at Celestial Sword Mountain.
It was understandable. If it were another time, they might have persisted. But in this era of rapid change, with powerful beings emerging constantly, these old masters had to reemerge as well, lest their sects be depleted of resources.
Celestial Sword Master could do nothing about this situation. He could only speculate that something unforeseen had happened to Summer House, or perhaps he had realized that he had entered the Tenth Realm and wouldn't bother coming back.
Deep underground, beside a fire vein...
Lin Yuan sat with his legs crossed, his entire body exuding a scorching aura. After twenty years of cultivation, Lin Yuan had naturally reached a whole new level. His current strength was roughly equivalent to the Fourteenth Realm in this world—an unprecedented achievement with no equal in the past or future.
Even the concept of the Fourteenth Realm was Lin Yuan's creation, as no lifeform had ever entered this domain before him. For tens of thousands of years, the peak of power in this world had been the Tenth Realm. Perhaps five million or even ten million years ago, there might have been beings beyond the Tenth Realm, but they wouldn't have exceeded the Eleventh Realm.
As for the Fourteenth Realm? That was laughable.
"It's about time," Lin Yuan inhaled deeply, his deep breath causing even the nearby fire vein to tremble.
He exhaled, and the scorching airflow penetrated through layers of soil, traveling dozens of miles to collide with a subterranean stratum. The stratum exploded into powder, and the terrifying shockwaves spread in all directions, causing tremors on the surface.
Lin Yuan opened his eyes, and the aura he exuded quickly dissipated, becoming indistinguishable from an ordinary person's within a few breaths.
"Celestial Sword Sect," Lin Yuan murmured as he lifted his head slightly, gazing in the direction of the Celestial Sword Sect.
"Go, destroy the Celestial Sword Sect," Lin Yuan willed it, and a figure emerged from his mind, exuding the power of the Great Yin and bearing a vague visage.
This figure bowed slightly to Lin Yuan, then took a step forward, easily passing through the thick soil to reach the surface before disappearing.
This figure was Lin Yuan's Yin Spirit, also known as the Great Yin Spirit. In fact, if Lin Yuan hadn't discovered the burgeoning great fortune of the world twenty years ago, he probably would have already destroyed the Celestial Sword Sect after reaching the Thirteenth Realm eighteen years ago.
But it wasn't too late. The great fortune of the world had its limits, and the ceiling of this world was set. No matter how much one cultivated, a super-powerful being from the main world couldn't be nurtured here.
With Lin Yuan's current strength in the Fourteenth Realm, he could easily overwhelm everything, even with just his Yin Spirit.
Over twenty years ago, Lin Yuan had used his Taiji Spirit to differentiate into Yin and Yang Spirits. When they exerted their full power, they could reach a height of thousands of feet. Now, over twenty years later, their power had increased tenfold compared to before.
Celestial Sword Mountain...
On this day, the Celestial Sword Sect was bustling with celebration. Guests came and went, as today was the eight-hundredth birthday of the Celestial Sword Master.
As the strongest and only Tenth Realm cultivator in this generation, the Celestial Sword Master's birthday was a grand affair. The various powers of the Five Realms and their strong cultivators dared not slight him. Even the unruly younger generation, blessed with various fortuitous encounters, mostly behaved and attended respectfully.
In the presence of this venerable Tenth Realm cultivator, no one dared to be impudent.
At the peak of Celestial Sword Mountain, the Celestial Sword Master sat in the master's seat, surveying the numerous guests below with a pleased expression. For a Tenth Realm cultivator, eight hundred years was but a fraction of their lifespan, which spanned two thousand years.
"Congratulations, Celestial Sword Master, may your longevity match the East Sea," a middle-aged man strode forward and bowed slightly.
This middle-aged man was a Ninth Realm cultivator, and even in the face of the Tenth Realm Celestial Sword Master, he remained respectful.
"En," the Celestial Sword Master nodded slightly, acknowledging the greeting.
Only when a Ninth Realm cultivator offered their congratulations would he bother to respond. For those below the Ninth Realm, he would only acknowledge them with a glance.
"In these few decades, the number of Ninth Realm cultivators has increased severalfold," the Celestial Sword Master surveyed his surroundings, his thoughts turning inward.
As the leader of the world's foremost power, the Celestial Sword Master was naturally aware of the changes in the Five Realms.
"But to give birth to a Tenth Realm cultivator, we will need at least several more decades or even a century," he mused.
"By then, perhaps I..." the Celestial Sword Master's eyes flickered with a hint of longing.
Given another century or two, he might be able to cultivate to the peak of the Tenth Realm. And at that time, he might even be able to attempt the Eleventh Realm, a realm that had only been achieved five million years ago.
Of course, it was too early to think about that now. The Celestial Sword Master hadn't even come close to perfecting the Tenth Realm, let alone reaching the Eleventh.
As the Celestial Sword Master pondered, an elderly and influential cultivator spoke up, "Celestial Sword Master, your might shakes the world. Twenty years ago, Summer House was so scared that he dared not come here for revenge."
As soon as these words were spoken, they were met with a chorus of agreement. Although only twenty years had passed, the explosive increase in the number of Ninth Realm cultivators had lessened the fear of Summer House.
After all, this was a new era of powerful beings, especially the most dazzling few who had almost reached the peak of the Ninth Realm, not much weaker than Summer House in his heyday. If Summer House dared to show his face now, he would likely be annihilated by the younger generation of powerful cultivators.
The Five Realms had welcomed a new era, and apart from the Celestial Sword Sect maintaining its position, the other powers trembled, fearing that they would be 'eliminated' at any moment.
"Summer House?" The Celestial Sword Master was slightly taken aback, having almost forgotten the name.
"A stray dog, not worth mentioning," he shook his head. The young powerful cultivators of the outside world were the ones who deserved his attention now.
As for Xia Hou Yuan? He wasn't even worth a second glance.
"Yes, yes, yes."
"What is Xia Hou Yuan anyway?"
"How dare he bring that up at the Celestial Sword Master's birthday banquet?"
"I heard that someone from the younger generation outside has a rather close relationship with Xia Houyuan."
"So what if their relationship is deep? Xia Hou Yuan was still defeated by the Celestial Sword Master. What waves can he make now?"
The guests murmured among themselves, expressing their profound disdain for Xia Houyuan.
Below the Celestial Sword Master.
"Big Brother Xia Hou."
Bai Qing'er, in a white dress, gently lifted her delicate chin, "It's been so many years, and you haven't come to see Qing'er?"
Hundreds of miles away from Celestial Sword Mountain.
In a secluded forest.
Situ Ming stared at Celestial Sword Mountain, his expression turning slightly gloomy.
"Celestial Sword Master, if it weren't for His Excellency not bothering with you, you wouldn't even be alive right now." Situ Ming thought to himself.
Twenty years ago, Lin Yuan allowed him to enter the world.
With the terrifying talent of the Five-Colored Lotus, Situ Ming broke through to the Ninth Realm in just over a decade, becoming one of the most dazzling figures among the younger generation.
Of course, the reason Situ Ming was able to reach the Ninth Realm so quickly was entirely due to the fact that he was already an Eighth Realm expert before becoming the Five-Colored Lotus.
Even though his physical body and spiritual soul had to start from scratch after becoming the Five-Colored Lotus, his foundation and depth of cultivation remained, and he soon regained his Eighth Realm strength, eventually advancing to the Ninth Realm as expected.
"One day, His Excellency won't intervene, and I will trample you, Celestial Sword Master, under my feet."
Situ Ming gazed deeply at Celestial Sword Mountain, hundreds of miles away, and was about to leave.
At the moment, he was far from being a match for the Tenth Realm Celestial Sword Master.
Suddenly.
Just then.
Situ Ming's expression changed slightly.
He looked towards a certain direction.
There, a figure was striding forward, approaching from the distance.
Though it seemed slow, the figure's speed was actually extremely fast, having already crossed hundreds of feet in just a few strides.
The man had ordinary features, but there was something captivating about his every movement.
Especially his crimson eyes, which gave off a scorching sensation.
"Xiao Huo?"
The instant he saw this person.
Situ Ming made a mental connection.
Xiao Huo.
One of the leading figures among the younger generation in the Five Domains, with peak Ninth Realm strength.
It was said that Xiao Huo had exhibited extraordinary talent and aptitude at the age of ten, but then lost all of it three years later. He was suppressed by his family and eventually left, filled with resentment.
In the following twenty years, Xiao Huo grew rapidly, breaking through the Ninth Realm multiple times, and finally standing at the peak of the Ninth Realm.
"Situ Ming?"
Xiao Huo's face remained calm, a smile on his lips as he looked at Situ Ming, "I heard that you have a rather deep connection with that big demon, Xia Hou Yuan, from several decades ago?"
Seeing Situ Ming's alert expression, Xiao Huo shook his head slightly, "Rest assured, I have no interest in Xia Hou Yuan, nor do I bear any ill will towards him."
There was something Xiao Huo didn't say.
That was that he had never really paid much attention to Xia Hou Yuan.
In Xiao Huo's eyes, his only rival had always been one person.
And that was the Tenth Realm Celestial Sword Master.
"Xia Hou Yuan has a deep grudge against the Celestial Sword Master. Coincidentally, we are also here to deal with the Celestial Sword Master. In a way, you could say that we are friends."
Xiao Huo smiled as he spoke.
"You?"
Situ Ming's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Indeed."
Xiao Huo paused for a moment, then raised his voice, "You two, show yourselves now!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Two profound auras quietly appeared within Situ Ming's perception.
Situ Ming looked up.
The figure on the left was a woman, with a captivating physical appearance and a terrifying spiritual fluctuation that almost made Situ Ming fall into a trance.
"Yang Bixin?"
Situ Ming was startled.
Yang Bixin, another leading figure among the younger generation, with peak Ninth Realm strength.
Yang Bixin had a pitiful background, having been a beggar in her youth. Somehow, she obtained a cultivation technique called the 'Refine God Manual', which turned out to be extremely suitable for her.
After that, Yang Bixin's cultivation soared, reaching the peak of the Ninth Realm.
"Hahahaha!"
"Since Brother Xiao has said so, how can I, Shen Lang, hide?"
A loud laughter rang out, and a figure strode forward, his hair dancing wildly like a majestic lion.
"Shen Lang."
Situ Ming's mind was already prepared.
Shen Lang.
Another leading figure of the younger generation, alongside Xiao Huo and Yang Bixin.
Unlike the other two, Shen Lang came from a prominent family. However, when he was twenty years old, his enemies came knocking at his door.
Driven to desperation, Shen Lang jumped off a cliff.
But he didn't die from the fall; instead, he obtained a cultivation technique from a suspected Eleventh Realm expert from five million years ago.
"You three?"
Situ Ming looked at them.
Xiao Huo.
Yang Bixin.
Shen Lang.
The three most dazzling figures among the younger generation in the Five Domains.
Their strength could even suppress most of the older generation at the Ninth Realm.
"We are here to challenge the Celestial Sword Master, in hopes of stepping into the Tenth Realm."
Xiao Huo's tone was gentle, yet his eyes burned with battle intent.
With their strength, only the high and mighty Tenth Realm could provide them with the pressure they needed to further improve and take that final step into the Tenth Realm.
"Situ Ming, would you like to join us?"
Xiao Huo extended an invitation.
"Xia Hou Yuan suffered a great humiliation when he was suppressed by the Celestial Sword Master all those years ago. We will avenge him." Shen Lang, standing beside him, said slowly.
His gaze remained fixed on Celestial Sword Mountain, hundreds of miles away, unwavering.
"I've heard that the White Qing'er of the Celestial Sword Sect is the most beautiful woman in the world, enchanting Xia Hou Yuan to the point of madness. I wonder how beautiful she truly is."
Yang Bixin stroked her hair and spoke softly.
"You three..."
Situ Ming took a deep breath.
He realized that these three had never truly considered him or His Excellency in their plans.
Their talk of revenge was merely casual words; even without His Excellency, they would still have challenged the Celestial Sword Master.
"I will avenge His Excellency myself."
Situ Ming's tone was indifferent.
"Hehe."
Xiao Huo was about to say something when he heard this.
At that moment.
Shen Lang, who had been standing beside them, staring at Celestial Sword Mountain without the slightest waver, suddenly stiffened.
His body's aura began to fluctuate uncontrollably.
"What's going on?"
Xiao Huo frowned, and together with Yang Bixin, followed Shen Lang's gaze.
But as they did, they witnessed a scene that would be forever etched in their memories.
In the sky above Celestial Sword Mountain, the rolling clouds that stretched for tens of thousands of miles began to descend.
A towering figure, over a hundred thousand feet tall, stood silently before Celestial Sword Mountain, making no sound.
Celestial Sword Mountain was a famous mountain in the Middle Domain, towering several dozen miles high, often veiled in mist and looking like a fairyland.
However, at this moment, in the face of that towering figure, the mountain, which was usually so majestic, only reached up to its ankles.
The next moment.
Under the shocked gazes of Xiao Huo, Yang Bixin, and Shen Lang.
That towering figure, which stood tall as if supporting the heavens, slowly lifted its right leg.
And then.
It stepped down.
This copy should be coming to an end soon~
Finally, I beg for a monthly pass~ (End of Chapter)
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