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Chapter 51: Taixuan Golden Radiance Alchemical Scripture
Chapter 51: Taixuan Golden Radiance Alchemical Scripture
Inside the Skull Mountain Bazaar, the crowd watched in shock as Lv Yang and Yun Miaozhen vanished simultaneously into the radiant glow of the Crystal Jian suspended above.
Luo Wuya’s face darkened, though inwardly he rejoiced.
A Foundation Building Realm practitioner—truly unfathomable in power. My senior brother actually lured a big one here—could this be the Skyfaring Jian, the Spirit Treasure that vanished long ago?!
Among the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion’s 108 legendary blades, this sword ranked thirty-seventh, holding the pinnacle of the Earthly Infernal Numerology. Though not technically a Spirit Treasure, it surpassed many—its miniature pocket dimension allowed wielders to trap foes within, turning the battlefield into a strategic slaughterhouse.
Inside this realm, sword cultivators replenished their mana through the pocket dimension itself, allowing limitless use of techniques. Conversely, outsiders suffered immediate penalties: losing thirty percent of their spiritual energy, another thirty percent of their techniques’ potency, and a final thirty percent weakening of their Spirit Treasures.
This overwhelming disparity decided the outcome before battle even began.
Yun Miaozhen had known Lv Yang’s dual Array Arts would protect him, yet she remained confident—she understood such formations couldn’t resist the Skyfaring Jian’s capture. Indeed, few things in the Five Elements could resist its pull. To counter it required another Void-based Array Art, but such techniques were exceedingly rare. Even if one existed, no Ninth-Rank Formation Art Master could possibly deploy it.
“This villain’s doom is sealed!”
Across the square, Divine Martial Gate elder Ouyang Feng laughed heartily. Though unable to exact revenge personally, Lv Yang’s death eased his burning hatred.
Luo Wuya merely shook his head, silently agreeing. If the duel had unfolded outside, with Lv Yang’s dual Array Arts, the odds might’ve been even. But inside the Skyfaring Jian? Certain death. Even Luo Wuya himself would struggle to survive.
“But this is precisely Senior Brother’s intent.”
“That fool Lv Yang defied orders, dragging our senior brother into karmic entanglements. Brother deliberately lured Yun Miaozhen here—he’s playing the assassin’s blade.”
With this thought, Luo Wuya relaxed. Though fellow disciples of the Holy Sect, he felt no obligation to aid Lv Yang. He simply waited for the slaughter to begin, anticipating Yun Miaozhen harvesting his spiritual fortune to unlock the Wugui Secret Realm.
Meanwhile, within the Skyfaring Jian…
Blazing sword-light pierced down, effortlessly breaching Lv Yang’s Array Arts. When his vision cleared, he stood in an alien landscape—a realm awash with raging Sword Qi.
The Sword Qi drained his spiritual energy by a third instantly, his techniques faltering as though weighted. He recognized the pocket dimension’s suppression immediately.
Above, the heavens split open. Yun Miaozhen descended gracefully.
“Heretic, today you meet your destined calamity. Surrender to oblivion!”
Her crystalline, authoritative voice echoed like celestial decree. One word, and the realm itself turned hostile, seeking to shatter him into oblivion.
Then she removed her jade crown.
A blinding golden radiance erupted, splitting into three streams—gold, silver, and jade—serpentine coils swirling around her like sacred halos.
Lv Yang’s expression hardened.
Centuries of cultivation had familiarized him with the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion’s secrets. Now he recognized her technique instantly.
So this is the Taixuan Golden Radiance Alchemical Scripture—the Pavilion’s ultimate alchemical art!
His mind screamed warnings.
His own Supreme Yin Shedding Corpse Liberation True Art was no minor technique, and he respected such power deeply.
This time, it’s truly life or death.
The Taixuan Scripture’s three radiant lights—each a Supreme Divine Ability—could fuse into the ultimate “Taixin Golden Radiance,” amplifying their effects and even aiding Foundation Building breakthroughs.
Good thing her technique isn’t perfected yet.
True mastery required “Three Radiance Convergence,” merging all three into one. Yun Miaozhen’s division into three lights revealed her incomplete mastery—a weakness he might exploit.
As if responding to his thoughts, she struck.
Her sleeve swept outward, the golden radiance—named “Spiritual Radiance”—surging toward him. Contact meant instant combustion from within, as heartfire consumed both body and soul.
Lv Yang retreated, unleashing his Heavenly Demon Blood Transformation Ray. A blood-red torrent clashed with the golden light, both forces locking in a stalemate.
Yun Miaozhen pressed her palm to her brow.
A Sword Core materialized—a streak of lightning-fast light that vanished, reappearing above Lv Yang’s head to cleave downward.
Clang!
His Blood Sun Sword Core remained outside the realm. With a sigh, he conjured his Celestial Mirror—a wind-and-thunder-etched artifact. The mirror’s surface shimmered, unleashing swirling tempests of “Taixiao Wind-Thunder Essence,” storming against the Sword Core like a vortex devouring a blade, its thunderous power eroding the Sword Qi inch by inch.
Unperturbed, Yun Miaozhen smiled coldly.
She’d researched him thoroughly before coming—his Array Arts and Celestial Mirror anticipated. Now, with her Skyfaring Jian neutralizing his formations and her Sword Core binding his artifact, victory seemed assured.
She shook the silver and jade radiance—“Vitality Radiance” and “Corporeal Radiance”—merging them into a crystalline sword beam aimed at his heart.
The Sword Pavilion’s true transmission indeed, Lv Yang sighed. Her tactical precision impressed him—three complete techniques mastered, needing only final fusion.
In contrast, his Supreme Yin Shedding Corpse Liberation True Art lagged pathetically. The final “Imperial Edict Talisman Scripture” remained stuck at a bottleneck, its secrets elusive. Three techniques incomplete, let alone harmonized.
In pure combat, I’m outmatched.
Her Refining Qi ninth-tier cultivation pressed against his eighth-tier—a gap he normally bridged through overwhelming superiority, not direct confrontation.
Months ago, I’d have no choice but to retreat.
But now… variables had changed.
As her sword beams descended, Lv Yang flicked his sleeve, releasing two talismans. They detonated midair, unleashing lightning and Sword Qi to intercept her strikes.
Ninth-Rank Talismans?! Her eyes twitched, though she quickly regained composure. Two? Still insignificant. How many talismans could he possibly have?!
She knew cultivation etiquette—Ninth-Rank talismans required three days’ focus for even a late-stage Refining Qi cultivator. Ten fingers counted all he could possess.
Then Lv Yang moved again.
Dozens—hundreds—of talismans rained forth like autumn leaves. Behind them, the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner quivered, its spirit-constructs furiously mass-producing more talismans.
How many? Don’t compare my artisanal craft to my factory-scale production. Witness the power of ruthless industrialization!
The sky erupted in a storm of sword-light and thunderbolts, illuminating the pocket dimension—and Yun Miaozhen’s face, frozen in stunned horror.
(End of Chapter)
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