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Chapter 328: Sword Seed, You're Asking for Death!
Chapter 328: Sword Seed, You’re Asking for Death!
While Lv Yang assisted his split soul in breaking through the tribulation in the No Heaven Realm, he simultaneously kept a close watch on the battlefield where Dangmo True Man confronted the Mystic Spirit Realm.
Frankly, he felt a twinge of concern.
After all, Dangmo True Man stood alone. For reasons unknown, the Sword Pavilion had sent no reinforcements—only a handful of cultivators from other factions.
But upon reflection, Lv Yang calmed himself.
In his view, the Mystic Spirit Realm’s cultivators were still too naive. Did they truly believe everyone would fight them at the same cultivation stage? This was no fair battleground.
‘Even if the Sword Pavilion only dispatched Dangmo True Man, they likely have immense confidence in him. If any crisis arises, would the Sword Pavilion’s True Monarchs really stand idly by? At the very least, the Virtuous Heaven-Bearing True Monarch from the Ye family would surely send a sword qi across realms to intervene!’
Besides, such actions were nothing new.
Had the Yanluo Patriarch not been slain by such a transcendent strike? To True Monarchs, the difference between Early Foundation Building and Foundation Building Perfection was negligible.
But soon, Lv Yang realized he had underestimated the situation.
There was no need for the True Monarchs to intervene.
Above the battlefield, Dangmo True Man stood with hands clasped behind his back, sword still sheathed. Merely manifesting the Fortune Ground projection had sufficed to halt the entire Mystic Spirit Realm’s advance.
“Fellow Daoist, cease this now,” Dangmo True Man sighed.
"The Four Directions Dao Lords have laid their schemes, devouring myriad worlds as sustenance. Your Mystic Spirit Realm is relatively vast, but its Fruit Position was newly established, and its time connected to this realm is limited—you still have a chance to escape. Withdraw immediately and sever ties, and you might survive. Otherwise, this world will face annihilation."
His words carried sincere urgency, but Minghua Heavenly Immortal remained baffled.
Dao Lords? What cultivation stage was that?
More importantly, he remained convinced he had the upper hand. Though Dangmo True Man exceeded his expectations, victory was still within his grasp.
“Summon the Spirit Sun!”
With a flick of his fingers, Minghua Heavenly Immortal activated his divine seal. A blazing celestial fire erupted above his head, radiating boundless heat and light. Its orange glow distorted reality itself, as if the entire world would collapse into the inferno cradled in his palm.
This was his ultimate trump card—the Spirit Sun. True to its name, it was forged from the very heart of the Mystic Spirit Realm’s sun, crafted by its Supreme Artificer.
“Roar!”
In an instant, the raging flames surged forth like a ravenous beast, devouring all in their path. Even Dangmo True Man furrowed his brows.
He himself was unafraid.
But behind him, Ye Guyue (Solitary Moon), Ye Xingfeng, and the Early Foundation Building cultivators could not withstand the onslaught. Minghua Heavenly Immortal had already discerned this weakness.
“You wish to protect these people?”
“How quaint. Then I’ll use them to drain your strength. Attrition will turn the tide—no matter how mighty you are, you’ll fall before me!”
Minghua Heavenly Immortal’s plan was flawless. He channeled the Spirit Sun’s power, unleashing wave after wave of fiery devastation. His flames targeted not only Dangmo True Man’s forces but also the fertile lands below, seeking total annihilation.
At this, Dangmo True Man finally set aside his compassion and rested his hand on the sword core at his waist.
The blade—Unkilling Sword—was no ordinary weapon. Its guard bore the Celestial Vanguard’s Big Dipper array patterns, its hilt wrapped in five-colored thunder-serpent silk, its scabbard adorned with Black Tortoise divination markings, and its tassel threaded with Great Unity Greenwood Fruit.
“Heaven’s decree…”
A whisper, barely audible.
Before the words faded, sword intent pierced the heavens. Dangmo True Man drew his blade, unleashing a three-foot arc of light that engulfed the horizon.
This strike began like a starry river collapsing, then surged forth like a white rainbow drinking from a ravine.
Where it passed, winds solidified into crystal, and light slowed to a shimmering haze. Before the blade even roared, it shattered the sky itself, reversing the fiery tide. When its afterimage arrived, the heavens split with a thunderclap akin to tearing silk.
Blades of frost fused with shards of jade, weaving azure and white—a dragon cradling the moon. Without deviation, it cleaved straight into the Spirit Sun’s inferno, swallowing the flames whole. The collision erupted skyward, detonating at the apex of the heavens.
“Hua!”
The deafening explosion should have been silent, yet it fell as a gentle breeze. Traces of residual light coalesced into a qing avian chasing the sun, while lingering sword qi scattered like a white stag bearing blossoms.
‘What a peerless sword strike!’
Lv Yang witnessed everything clearly. Compared to this, the sword techniques of other Sword Pavilion True Men were mere shadows. This was no mere Divine Ability.
‘No wonder the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion dares to claim supremacy in martial contests. This is the true essence of their school—a strike of unimaginable might!’
Minghua Heavenly Immortal and his three Earth Immortal allies were swept into the heavens by the strike, leaving only seven Human Immortals—barely mid-Stage Foundation Building cultivators—behind. These survivors were battered and bloodied, their combat prowess reduced to less than half its former strength.
“Strike now!”
Simultaneously, Ye Guyue (Solitary Moon) transmitted through divine consciousness: “They’re still reeling from Uncle’s Unkilling Sword intent. Their power is under 50%—finish them!”
Minghua Heavenly Immortal was a Foundation Building Perfection expert from the Mystic Spirit Realm, supported by three Earth Immortals equivalent to Late-Stage Foundation Building. Even Dangmo True Man could not kill them all instantly. If unburdened, he could unleash freely, but protecting his allies required delicate maneuvering. Hence, he had relocated the battle to the heavens’ edge and deliberately dispersed his sword qi to cripple the seven Human Immortals.
Everything had unfolded as calculated.
In his estimation, the situation was now manageable for Ye Guyue and Ye Xingfeng. After all, they were Sword Pavilion True Men and direct heirs of the True Monarchs.
Yet—
“Xingfeng, hold back your strength,” Ye Guyue whispered secretly to Ye Xingfeng amid the melee. “Uncle is blinded by compassion and vulnerable to heart demons. We must relieve his burdens.”
“Relieve burdens?” Ye Xingfeng frowned in confusion.
“Precisely,” Ye Guyue’s voice darkened. “The Shenjin is a divine treasure—claimed only by the virtuous. How can we let a Jiangbei Free Cultivator named Lv Yang seize it?”
“Uncle’s refusal to take it is foolishness.”
“This Free Cultivator lingers in Jiangbei, already burdened by karmic debts. We grant him mercy by letting him reincarnate into the Sword Pavilion. How dare we tolerate further defiance?”
Ye Xingfeng nodded in agreement but hesitated, “Yet how do we explain taking the Shenjin to Uncle?”
“Simple,” Ye Guyue sneered. “Leave a gap in our assault.”
“Let these outsiders kill the Free Cultivator. Once he’s dead, the Shenjin will have no master. We can retrieve it and explain our actions to Uncle.”
“As for the Free Cultivator himself—his death is karma’s will. At least we’ll ensure his reincarnation. We can always welcome him back to the Sword Pavilion later, repaying any karmic debt through mentorship.”
Ye Xingfeng nodded immediately. “Well reasoned!”
At that moment, their sword techniques slackened ever so slightly.
The battle raged on. The seven Human Immortals of the Mystic Spirit Realm, led by Cheng Xian, seized the opportunity instantly.
‘Opportunity… Take the Shenjin first!’
With no hesitation, Cheng Xian shot forth like lightning, piercing Ye Guyue’s defense and racing toward the treasure’s location.
Meanwhile, Ye Xingfeng was “conveniently” held back by other enemies.
“Boom!”
The next instant, Lv Yang’s sealed cultivation chamber exploded, revealing its interior.
Within the shattered sanctum, his split soul returned from the No Heaven Realm, eyes snapping open. Four Divine Abilities within his Spirit Sea blazed with radiant light.
“Hehe…”
Lv Yang’s main body had been monitoring the battlefield all along. The schemes of Ye Guyue and Ye Xingfeng couldn’t escape his notice. Now, he smirked coldly:
‘Sword Seed… You’re asking for death!’
(End of Chapter)
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