Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 482 Qianyang Thunder Forges the Profound Body, Cloud Platform Stands Alone, Equaling All Calamities (Seeking Rewards and Subscriptions!)

The epic sword fight at the Golden Summit of the Clouds, which stirred up the fate of an entire realm and stained the paths of the Dao and the Demonic, has now lasted for over sixty years.

The thunderous roar of sword energy clashing and fierce energy colliding in the past seems to have faded into the long river of time, but the embers of blood and fire, washed away by time, have settled into new tinderboxes of slaughter:
Several blinding streaks of light, like a meteor shower, streaked across the dense thunderclouds, engaging in an intense and fierce chase and battle amidst the vast sea of ​​thunder.

Leading the charge with the escape light was none other than Sikong Xun, a Nascent Soul demon cultivator with a face as white as gold paper and eyes as fierce as an eagle.

His once magnificent Taoist robe was now torn in many places, stained with mottled lightning scorch marks and a few inconspicuous dark red bloodstains, clearly indicating that he had been seriously injured in the attack.

He wielded a pair of chilling, hook-shaped magical treasures, the Lieque Double Hooks. At this moment, their spiritual light shone brightly. With each swing, they brought forth two pale white bolts of lightning that tore through the void, forcefully deflecting the surging magical sword lights of various colors behind him, attempting to break through to a path of survival.

"Senior Sikong, back then you turned away from the demonic path and used the head of your longtime friend, the Heavenly Abandoned God, to knock on the gate of Yunxiao Mountain. It seems that you haven't gained much benefit even now, and your magical power and profound skills seem to have regressed somewhat."

Miao Chuyun stood on a dark blue lotus flower, her clothes fluttering in the wind, and her sword flashed like the sea.

This senior disciple of the Lu City Divine Lord, after sixty years of quiet contemplation, has become increasingly profound and expansive in his demeanor.

At this moment, she wielded a blue-light magic sword condensed from the essence of Xuanming True Water, named "Hanyuan". When the sword light slashed, the boundless cold air could briefly freeze the surrounding churning golden-purple lightning magma, turning it into ice crystal paths for her to use as leverage to unleash her sword.

Then, the chilling sword energy arrived first, precisely targeting the spot where Sikong Xun's escape technique had landed, with unparalleled accuracy.

The Netherworld Daoist moved with ghostly grace, his sword and figure moving effortlessly across the surging thunderous waves. He held no magical weapon, but with a series of flicks of his fingers, streaks of dark red "Blood-Condensing God-Slaying Sword Qi" silently pierced through space, directly attacking Sikong Xun's vital points. Wherever the sword qi passed, even the viscous thunderous magma was pierced, releasing wisps of white vapor, as if dissolved by the concentrated killing intent.

In recent years, Shi Sheng has become increasingly focused on the dual cultivation of body and spirit. His body is as robust as an iron tower, radiating a thick, earthy yellow divine light. He seems to completely ignore the violent lightning in the sky, relying on his unparalleled physical strength to walk on the sea of ​​lightning, each step causing ripples in the void. In his hand, he holds an ancient, heavy sword.

It seemed to be a slow swing, but it had the power to split mountains. Each time it was slashed, a yellowish-brown sword aura crashed down, forcibly splitting open a short passage in the churning thunderous liquid in front of it. Its momentum was fierce and domineering, forcing Sikong Xun to turn around in a sorry state time and time again, and being restrained by it.

The most eye-catching was Yun Huang'er, who was surrounded by a circle of seven-colored light, and above her head floated a delicate and translucent seven-treasure glass lamp, which cast down auspicious rays of light to protect her.

With a light flick of her wrist, dozens of fine, shimmering magic needles, known as "Phoenix Feathers," darted through the thunderous aura with lightning speed, their trajectories extremely treacherous.

These sixth-grade high-quality magic needles were not the main attack; instead, they continuously shot out strands of flexible yet resilient spirit-binding light, weaving together to form a net that gradually compressed Sikong Xun's evasive space, like a celestial maiden laying down an invisible strangulation net.

Miao Chuyun, Youming, Shisheng, and Yun Huang'er, the four true disciples of Wanlei Hailu Shenjun, all possess remarkable magical powers and supernatural abilities. However, the four of them alone are not qualified to hunt down the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator Sikong Xun. Sikong Xun has at least nine ways to easily kill them. Nine ways!

What truly terrified Sikong Xun was the crimson dragon shadow that swirled in the sky. Although it only occasionally revealed a scale or claw, it was already enough to send chills down one's spine.

The snow-white wolfhound running in the sea below has white teeth, a red tongue, and sharp eyes.

Beyond this core battleground, an even more formidable and deadly cage has been laid out!

At the edge of the raging sea of ​​thunder and lightning, four figures exuding overwhelming demonic energy occupied different positions. They were none other than the Blood Skull Demon Lord, Yin Cha Fairy, Hundred Bone True Venerable, and Black Fiend Demon Lord, who were firmly controlled by Lu Cheng with the Netherworld Blood Pact and the Spirit Pill.

Despite their deep reluctance, these four old demons, having witnessed the methods of that Divine Lord Lu, had no choice but to exert their full strength and dare not slack off in the slightest.

Being enslaved by others is certainly not pleasant, but the gaze of that person, sitting calmly in the Thunder Sea Villa thousands of miles away, watching this battlefield from afar through the curtain of thunder, carried a heavy pressure as heavy as heaven and earth for the four of them.

At that very moment, the form of the battle suddenly changed:

In the eastern position, Miao Chuyun formed the Xuanming Seal with her hands, and icy mist rose from her body. The Xuanqing Lotus Platform she stood on suddenly bloomed, and endless Kui Shui Xuan Yin True Qi surged out, condensing into a green-scaled Xuanlong coiling around the nine heavens in the sky.

In the western position, a blood-red vertical mark appeared between the brows of the Netherworld Daoist, and a monstrous crimson sea of ​​blood rose around him, with countless twisted ghost faces shrieking and surging within the blood waves. As he pointed to the sky, the sea of ​​blood collapsed with a roar, condensing into a gigantic Geng metal tiger that shattered the void.

In the south, the stone is covered with muscles and tendons that twist and turn like a dragon. He circulates his magical power to its limit and unleashes a long scroll. In the scroll, a hundred-foot-tall lava vermilion bird raises its head and cries out. The flames it raises are not ordinary flames, but the earth's core flames that carry the power to burn mountains and boil seas.

In the northern position, Yun Huang'er treads upon the starry sky. Above her head, a seven-jeweled glazed lamp pours forth boundless starlight, countless points of light weaving into a thick, dark tortoise shell. As she presses her delicate hand to the ground, a divine tortoise bearing a thousand fathoms on its back manifests, riding the waves.

Seventh-tier talismans, when combined, form an array—the Four Symbols Sealing Spirit Talisman Array.

The Taoist methods that Lu Cheng Daoist knows will naturally be taught to his disciples as long as they are able to learn them.

Miao Chuyun, Youming, Shisheng, and Yun Huang'er have each wielded a seventh-tier talisman for hundreds of years. When they work together in formation, their power is even stronger than what Lu Cheng used back then.

The flow of the five elements in the entire space was extremely sluggish, and time itself seemed to have become as thick as oil. Any escape techniques, teleportation, or spatial teleportation were forcibly suppressed to the point of near ineffectiveness within this formation.

"Sikong Xun! Why don't you surrender now, or what are you waiting for!" The voice of the Netherworld Daoist came through the law array, carrying a grating sound like metal rubbing against stone, and filled with cold killing intent.

The pressure at the core of the formation has increased more than tenfold!
Sikong Xun was trapped in an endless quagmire. The pale white lightning bolts that Lieque wielded with his double hooks were greatly reduced in power under the immense pressure of the Four Symbols magic and the array's sealing.

The Netherworld Taoist's blood-red finger, Shi Sheng's domineering sword aura, Yun Huang'er's radiant net of light, and Miao Chuyun's continuous icy abyss sword momentum converged like a storm.

Sikong Xun's Taoist robe was torn in many places, his protective magic power was swaying, and there was already a trace of bright red blood at the corner of his mouth, but the ferocity in his eyes burned even more fiercely.

At this critical moment, it seemed that Sikong Xun had already planned everything.

Instead of directly confronting the attacks of the four people in the inner layer, he frantically poured his pure and incomparably powerful primordial spirit energy into the Lieque Double Hooks!
The double hooks, which were already radiant, now burst forth with a dazzling, cold light!
Ignoring the numerous attacks about to strike him, Sikong Xun seemed to merge with the double hooks, transforming into a pale white streak of extreme refinement. He didn't slash at anyone, but resolutely struck at the almost imperceptible node where the power of the "White Tiger" and "Vermilion Bird" phantoms connected, which was constantly flowing within the Four Symbols Array.
Man and sword become one, the two swords cleave through the void.

scoff.

A piercingly sharp tearing sound seemed to echo throughout the entire Sea of ​​Thunder.

The pale white streak struck the slightest flaw in the operation of the rune array with perfect precision, and in an instant, the perfectly circulating Four Symbols Origin Spiritual Light trembled violently.

boom!
With a fierce slash, Sikong Xun, merging with his sword, escaped and soared into the sky, ready to flee.

"puff."

"not good!"

"Damn it!"

Miao Chuyun, Youming, Shisheng, and Yun Huang'er, who had just cast the Four Symbols Sealing Spirit Talisman Formation, were all struck as if by a heavy blow, their faces turning deathly pale in an instant.

The magic array shook violently, its radiance quickly dimmed, and its sealing power greatly diminished.

At this moment, let alone shifting the formation and re-encircling Sikong Xun, it would be quite an achievement for the four of them to be able to neutralize the counterattack of the talisman formation.

"Blood Shadow Splitting Light Escape!"

After escaping, Sikong Xun did not attack the four people. Instead, he exploded into a blinding burst of blood light, which then split into more than ten indistinguishable blood-red afterimages. With a piercing shriek, they shot off in all directions in an instant! Their speed far exceeded that of before!
This change happened so swiftly, faster than anyone could have imagined!
Miao Chuyun, Youming, Shisheng, and Yunhuang'er, the four who were the core of the attack, were all momentarily stunned by the sudden flaw in the formation and the intense energy impact.

Just then, the most solidified streaks of blood-red light were about to soar into the sky and escape this deadly trap!

However, right now!

"Woof—Woof—!"

Two terrifying, earth-shattering roars suddenly exploded in the deepest part of the sea of ​​thunder.

The sea and sky were instantly dyed into two completely opposite colors!

Above, an enormous, seemingly ancient fiery dragon, forged from pure crimson lightning and fire, coiled in the sky, its scales and claws flying, each scale shimmering with flame patterns that could burn mountains and boil seas!
It was Chi Yang, one of the two great demon saints under Lu Cheng. Its dragon head was raised high, and its cold dragon eyes were like two great suns, locked on a blood shadow that was trying to escape.

Below, a gigantic, silver-white, ferocious dog shattered the void and arrived, its size no less impressive. It was none other than the formidable seventh-tier demon saint, Devouring Moon.

Its body was surrounded by vortexes that devoured light, and its huge mouth was wide open, as if it could swallow the entire world in one gulp!
"It contains the sun and moon within its belly, and devours heaven and earth!"

The Moon-Devouring Demon Saint unleashed his innate divine power, and although its power spread outwards, it was still not something that the illusion technique of Blood Shadow Splitting Light could withstand. Most of the dozen or so blood-red afterimages, which were difficult to distinguish from the real ones, were swallowed by the Moon-Devouring Demon Saint. Although it was not comparable to truly devouring a Nascent Soul cultivator, it was still formed from the mana and essence of a Nascent Soul cultivator, so it was not without some benefit.

The golden thunder and fire dragon high above simply extended a giant claw covered with layers upon layers of profound dragon patterns that contained the ultimate truths of heaven and earth!

This claw strike, though not fast, seemed to freeze space in an instant, encompassing the laws of nature and stretching time to an incredibly clear dimension.

As the blood shadow of Sikong Xun's true form appeared, everything within the range covered by this claw seemed to hit an invisible barrier and suddenly froze!
This claw strike is called "Destruction and Capture of the Origin"!
boom! !

A dull, soul-stirring impact rang out.

A burst of golden light! The residual force of this claw strike stirred up a massive wave of lightning within the Sea of ​​Thunder!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an absolute, thorough, and annihilating crushing force.

The blood mist, along with a wisp of dim demonic light enveloping the core of the primordial spirit, was forcibly pulled out and crushed by the dragon claw covered with the law of annihilation, as if crushing a rotten berry.

"His cultivation level is quite good; he managed to escape this far after being hit by his master's sword finger. It's just a pity about this thousand-year cultivation."

After swallowing the Lieque Double Hooks and the Qiankun Ring in mid-air, Chi Yang ignored everyone else present, simply nodded to Miao Chuyun, and instantly fled towards the Qingyu Dao Palace. The Devouring Moon Demon Saint did the same.

This is quite normal. Many powerful cultivators who are skilled in beast taming tend to value their spirit beasts more than their wives, concubines, or disciples.

The four figures in the distance—Blood Skull Demon Lord, Yin Cha Fairy, Hundred Bone True Venerable, and Black Fiend Demon Lord—all showed changes in expression at this moment. Watching the rapidly departing streak of light and the completely vanished aura of Sikong Xun, their hearts churned with complex and turbulent emotions.
That divine lord only sent out two demon saints under his command, and easily ended the cultivation of fellow cultivators like Sikong Xun, who had accumulated thousands of years of cultivation!

At the edge of this deadly sea of ​​thunder, on the distant other side of the void, two figures floated amidst the obscure and swaying celestial clouds and mist. They were Wan Ziyi, the leader of the orthodox sect of the Tongtian Dharma Realm and the head of Yunxiao Mountain, and his Daoist partner, the Divine Lord Su Ying.

The couple, thousands of miles away, were observing the earth-shattering siege in the Sea of ​​Thunder.

When they witnessed the overwhelming power of the Four Symbols Sealing Spirit Array, the stunning yet tragic attack by Sikong Xun to break the array, and the destructive claw of the Primordial Flame Dragon Chiyang that contained the ultimate truth of heaven and earth... for a moment, the solemn expressions of the couple seemed to be covered with ten thousand years of ice.

This couple exploited the fact that Sikong Xun, Ye Yuanfeng, and Gui Tongzi were even more afraid of Yang Xiao, the founder of the Chaotic Ancestor, recovering from his internal injuries. They used their methods to make Sikong Xun a pawn in their "testing the waters" game. Their tactics were undeniably clever, but in the cultivation world, ultimately, it is the level of magical power that matters.
"What a formidable Lord Lu! In just sixty years, his network of henchmen has become even more unfathomable than that on the Golden Summit."

Wan Ziyi looked at his Daoist partner beside him, their eyes met, and both were filled with silent fear.

Lord Su Ying nodded slowly, and after pondering for a long time, he said, "Even if my wife and I were to personally step into that sea area now, facing such a meticulously arranged killing trap, and those two unfathomably powerful demon saints... I'm afraid we would not be able to escape unscathed, and might even perish!"

"But demonic cultivators are selfish, vicious, and difficult to control. I don't understand how this Divine Lord could so easily make so many Nascent Soul demonic cultivators bow down?"

"I find it hard to imagine either."

Their figures gradually appeared smaller amidst the distant sunset and ethereal clouds.

The churning, chaotic clouds reflected the ever-recovering, raging sea of ​​thunder—as if it had swallowed the ancient demon star and was about to give birth to an even more terrifying storm.

...

Meanwhile, in the Immortal Realm.

Lu Cheng's avatar sat quietly atop the main peak of Huangyun Prefecture, on the cloud platform where he once drank "A Thousand Autumns' Intoxication" with Lord Han Qingyun. Now, he had converted it into his private retreat—Qianyang Terrace.

At this moment, it was the time of the Awakening of Insects, and a strong wind, carrying heavy, damp thunderclouds, pressed down on the main peak of the seventh-order spiritual vein. Bluish-purple lightning snakes flickered in and out of the thick clouds, brewing an overwhelming and irresistible natural power.

Before the Taoist, a point of pure golden lightning, dazzling to the extreme and seemingly condensed with the essence of the Nine Heavens Gang Sha Thunder, floated in the void. Shaped like a small dragon, it was the Qian Tian Zhen Yang Divine Thunder Spirit that Han Qingyun solemnly entrusted to him before his departure!

This formation is formed from the purest and most powerful Yang Qi of Heaven and Earth, containing the superior Dharma intent of destroying all evil and creating pure Yang. This great formation has been established here for countless years. The condensed Qian Tian True Yang Divine Thunder has even developed some spirituality because of this, and can assist the Lord of the Mansion in his cultivation. It is also one of the most precious foundational resources of Huang Yun Mansion.

"Senior Brother Han, this generous gift should be repaid in the future..." Lu Cheng murmured to himself, his eyes burning, his mind clear as a mirror, having already adjusted himself to his best state.

Taking over the position of Huangyun Prefecture may seem like holding power, but in reality, it's like standing on a precipice. With the Taiqing Sect drawing elites from all sides for its large-scale development, Huangyun Prefecture, a crucial stronghold guarding the passage between the two realms, is temporarily empty, relying entirely on Lu Cheng to hold it together.
This is both an immense trust and an overwhelming responsibility.

Only strength, one's own core and strongest strength, can be the anchor that holds one together against all storms.

With this in mind, Lu Cheng no longer hesitated. He formed his hands into a circle, and it seemed as if yin and yang energies circulated between his palms, drawing upon the vast spiritual power deep within his spiritual veins. He chanted a mantra, each syllable resonating with the void.

The floating pure golden lightning spirit suddenly shone brightly, emitting a subtle yet breathtaking crackling sound. It broke free from its last restraint and transformed into an incomparably pure golden stream of light, which "whooshed" into Lu Cheng Tian Ling!

"boom!"

It felt as if thunder from the heavens had exploded within his sea of ​​consciousness!

In an instant, every pore on Lu Cheng's body opened, and countless bolts of lightning surged into him from the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, roaring and surging through his limbs and meridians. It was not destruction, but a burst of vitality refined to its extreme! Each tiny bolt of lightning carried innate pure Yang energy, forcefully washing over, cleansing, and solidifying the already incomparably powerful foundation of his divine sense, blood, and magical power.

Wherever it passed, flesh and bones trembled and resonated in the lightning, emitting a deep and grand Dao sound.

The meridians, as if repeatedly refined by scorching golden liquid, quickly became more resilient, wider, and clearer; even the primordial spirit infant hidden deep within the Purple Mansion suddenly opened its eyes, opened its small mouth, and greedily absorbed this supreme thunder essence, and the originally gentle spiritual light was quickly stained with a layer of majestic and solemn golden thunder patterns.

pain!
Thunderous energy surged into his body, like a thousand needles piercing him, and raging fire burning him. Moreover, the oppressive force of the will of heaven and earth constantly hammered at his mind, testing whether his Dao heart remained steadfast.

Lu Cheng merely furrowed his brows slightly, his expression calm and serene. The innate divine power of the Blood Talisman Connecting to the Mysterious Acupoints within his body spontaneously activated, and profound blood talismans lit up at nine important acupoints around his body, transforming into nine deep red vortexes. These vortexes not only firmly protected the vital organs but also actively guided, differentiated, and neutralized the excessively violent True Yang Thunder Power.

Each blood rune is like an invisible filter, transforming destructive power into immense vitality that nourishes the body and pure lightning-attribute magic.

His physique, which had long been honed to the peak of the seventh-tier initial realm, was now, under the combined impetus of the Qian Tian True Yang Thunder Spirit and the Blood Talisman Tong Xuan, finally beginning to touch that invisible barrier. His blood and qi surged like a raging sea, yet were free of impurities, pure and clear, faintly revealing the warm luster of glass and jade, yet carrying unparalleled power capable of splitting mountains and shattering peaks.

The bones and muscles resonated like the chimes of golden bells and jade chimes. With each flash of lightning, the joints seemed to be forged again by thunder and fire, their density and strength increasing at an incredible speed.

7749 years.

As the last stray wisp of lightning was completely absorbed and transformed, the surging, turbulent fury within his body finally subsided. Lu Cheng slowly opened his eyes.

"Fuck!"

Two condensed, almost tangible golden bolts of lightning shot out from the depths of his pupils, each over three inches long, before slowly receding.

Throughout the secluded cultivation area, the lingering aura of lightning still caused the air to crackle slightly, and a powerful, pure, and primordial pressure naturally permeated the air.
His magical power greatly increased.

"Hmph... It's a pity I don't have the Myriad Tribulations Elixir for my physical body to take. After cultivating to the Nascent Soul realm, the accumulation of magical power is too slow. Even with this Qian Tian True Yang Divine Thunder Spirit, it is only most effective in the first few cultivation sessions."

Next, Daoist Lu Cheng used his divine sense to introspect:
His physical body and vital energy were like divine gold and glazed glass, and deep within his bone marrow, a thunderous sound seemed to resonate. With every movement, immense power filled every minute part of his body, making him even more robust than before. This was the nascent form of a physique that truly surpassed the seventh-order limit, a path towards the legendary Profound Realm of the Physical Body!

He exhaled a long breath of turbid air, which was straight as a sword. It dispersed with a bang several feet away from his body, causing countless fine cracks to appear on the cloud-patterned blue stone on the ground, which was harder than refined steel.

This Qian Tian Zhen Yang Lei Ling Fruit is no ordinary thing. Although his cultivation level has not broken through to the third level of the Nascent Soul stage after this refinement and fusion, the power, condensation, and purity of his magic power have far surpassed those of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators in the middle and late stages.

More importantly, the pure Yang lightning power entering the body not only greatly enhanced the killing power of his own magic, but also gave him a natural and powerful restraint against ghosts and evil spirits. The potential evil and hidden dangers brought by the Blood Sea Boundless Demon Art were also completely cleansed, and his foundation became clearer and more stable.

"With this magical power as a foundation, we will have the means to mediate and control matters concerning Huangyun Prefecture and trade between the two worlds." Lu Cheng stood up with a firm resolve.

Lu Cheng's seclusion this time was made in advance with specific arrangements for all matters, which is why he dared to go into seclusion for many years at a time. After focusing on cultivation, he still needs to come out of seclusion to handle government affairs and search for the healing pills and magical treasures needed by the Evil Ancestor Yang Xiao to restore his supernatural powers.

In addition, there are those demonic cultivators who possess the primordial spirit. Suppressing them relentlessly will only backfire. Even when raising a dog, you need to give it a beating and a bone in return. Otherwise, if you only hit it without giving it a bone, even a dog will bite. Fortunately, with my current wealth and resources, I can afford to raise them.

Just then, a beam of light pierced through the barrier and landed in Lu Cheng's hand. A scan with his divine sense revealed a report from a steward: someone outside the mountain gate was requesting an audience with a sect talisman.

(End of this chapter)