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Chapter 136: The Destruction of Divine Martial Gate!
Chapter 136: The Destruction of Divine Martial Gate!
Primordial Sacred Sect, Sky-Connecting Sea of Clouds.
Thirty years ago, the immortal mountain where Lv Yang first arrived was lifeless and desolate. Now, it echoed with voices as disciples bustled between its gates every moment.
This was all the Yanluo Patriarch’s doing.
While Lv Yang secluded himself in cultivation, the Yanluo Patriarch threw himself wholeheartedly into reviving the Wugui Sect. By recruiting countless disciples, he had transformed the once-bleak peak into a thriving stronghold.
The mountain had even been renamed:
Luofeng Mountain.
Though the newly rebuilt Wugui Sect now lay within the Holy Sect’s domain—sparing it from another Golden Core Sword Qi strike from the Sword Pavilion—the Yanluo Patriarch remained deeply wary.
Thus, he opted for caution: rebranding the sect entirely. Even the Wugui Sect’s most treasured cultivation technique, the Third-Tier True Art corresponding to the Wall Earth fruit, was never taught. Drawing attention from the Sword Pavilion’s True Monarch was a risk he refused to take.
Yet there was another matter that troubled him.
Suddenly, a shaft of celestial light pierced through the Cloud Sea, illuminating Luofeng Mountain. From its radiance emerged a young man clad in luxurious robes.
Almost instantly, the Yanluo Patriarch sensed the intrusion. Flanking him, Su Nu stood ready as they intercepted the newcomer.
The youth raised a brow, bluntly demanding, “Where is Yuan Tu (Slaughter)?”
Shaking his head, the Yanluo Patriarch replied, “Master Yu, why the urgency? The True Man is currently secluded, refining his life essence. Interruptions are forbidden. Please return another time.”
This was the very issue haunting the Yanluo Patriarch—specifically, this person before him.
The man was Yushu, a True Man of the Holy Sect who had stood among its ranks for a century. Rumored to lead a major faction within the sect, he had sought Lv Yang relentlessly for a decade. Four times before, the Yanluo Patriarch had denied him, but now, on his fifth visit, his impatience had reached a breaking point.
“Refining life essence?” Yushu sneered, glancing at the grand hall behind the Yanluo Patriarch. “Such things are never so easily achieved. Have Yuan Tu emerge at once—I have urgent matters to discuss!”
The Yanluo Patriarch, now viewing Lv Yang as the Wugui Sect’s sole hope, refused. “Master Yu, patience is a virtue. Please wait a few more years.”
At that, Yushu’s temper finally snapped.
“More years? I’ve waited a decade already! Lifebound Divine Abilities depend on enlightenment, not mere seclusion. If breakthroughs were so simple, the world would be overflowing with them!”
Though born of noble Quail lineage, Yushu had broken through to Foundation Building over eighty years ago yet still bore the scars of that ascension. His Lifebound Divine Ability remained elusive, and advancing to the Foundation Building’s mid-stage—never mind seeking the Celestial Vanguard Terrestrial Sha—remained a distant dream. His cause, however, was dire: the revival of the Citadel Earth and the restoration of his Quail clan’s honor. Time was not a luxury he could afford.
“Step aside!”
With a roar, Yushu surged forward, intent on finding Lv Yang himself. But Su Nu blocked his path.
“A mere fake Foundation Building wench dares obstruct me?” Yushu scoffed, his figure rippling as pristine qi erupted from his crown. A luminous beast—white-furred, black-marked, with a tiger’s body and lion’s head—manifested behind him.
Simultaneously, Su Nu summoned Yanmo Hall.
Boom!
Their Dao Foundations clashed, sending shockwaves of spiritual energy rippling outward. Su Nu staggered, nearly collapsing as the Yanmo Hall flickered ominously.
Frowning, the Yanluo Patriarch darted into the Hall, clasping a hand seal. The Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner materialized, unfurling to summon thousands of spectral soldiers and ghost generals. Their dark, ghostly aura surged skyward.
“Phantoms and grave tricks,” Yushu spat, his disdain deepening. “Yuan Tu surrounds himself with such filth, sullying his own status.”
The Yanluo Patriarch’s eyes narrowed. He cared little for insults, but Yushu’s words stung: “Is the Wugui Sect mere ghostly trickery?”
A cold smile crossed his face, eyes glinting with frost. He began weaving a deadly spell—but paused.
Instead, he relaxed his stance, his tone deceptively calm. “Master Yu, leave now. Else this may turn… unpleasant.”
Yushu snorted. “Leave? Not until I see Yuan Tu!”
Before he could speak further, reality warped. The surroundings dissolved into an unfathomable void.
When Yushu regained his senses, he stood within an empty hall. Su Nu and the Yanluo Patriarch flanked a Reed Meditation Cushion, where a handsome young cultivator sat.
The man’s features were sharp and serene, his smile warm. Though his aura was hidden, his presence was monumental—like a mountain-sea fusion, regal and overwhelming.
Yet the true marvel was his brow.
A circular mark glowed faintly at its center. As Yushu stared, his eyes flooded with searing white light. Tears streamed down his face.
“You?!”
He stumbled back, dispelling the light with a flick of his spiritual power. His expression twisted in disbelief.
This defied logic! A mere thirty-year Foundation Building cultivator—even a perfect one—should not wield such power!
His pupils constricted. “You’ve refined your life essence?!”
Lv Yang’s expression never wavered. He tapped his fingers idly, his tone dismissive. “You’ve seen me. Farewell.”
“Wait—!”
Before Yushu could protest, blinding light engulfed him. Lv Yang wasn’t bargaining—he was banishing.
Boom!
Yushu vanished, his form reduced to embers scattered by a fierce wind, leaving no trace.
Though a Foundation Building cultivator could not be slain so easily, Lv Yang’s Lifebound Divine Ability had sent him far. Returning soon? Impossible.
Only then did Lv Yang turn to the hall’s far side, where another figure now sat on a Reed Meditation Cushion—an ashen-faced youth watching him in awe.
“Greetings, Master Yinshan Mountains,” Lv Yang bowed.
The True Man Yinshan returned the gesture, his voice laced with admiration. “Master Yuan Tu, your talent is unparalleled. Thirty years to refine life essence, and a mid-stage breakthrough already in sight?”
“Master Yinshan overpraises,” Lv Yang demurred. “Your own progress—from Foundation Building to your current realm in mere decades—shames my pace.”
Yinshan shook his head, sighing. “Our paths differ.” He shifted topics. “Chongguang’s efforts weren’t wasted. You’re just in time for the Northern Borderlands’ affair—the annihilation of Divine Martial Gate.”
“Ah? What’s the plan?” Lv Yang asked.
“Slow-boiling the frog,” Yinshan’s voice turned icy. “Thirty years of simmering, and now it’s time to feast. Divine Martial Gate’s Foundation Building survivors, barely three, fled north wounded. We spared them to cultivate new disciples.”
He leaned closer. “Now, they’re your whetstone. Chongguang has secured your command of this campaign. Seize as much Karmic Merit as you can. Success grants you the chance to seek a Celestial Vanguard Terrestrial Sha, paving your mid-stage breakthrough.”
(End of Chapter)
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