Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 522 Thunderous Movement Creates the Five Elements, Blood Merges with Spiritual Energy to Protect the Heart (Seeking Rewards and Subscriptions!)

Inside the Starbreaker's quiet interior, the doors were closed, isolating it from the outside noise.

Lu Cheng sat cross-legged three feet above the ground, with no wind around him, yet his clothes fluttered slowly on their own, as if he were in the center of an invisible vortex.

In the battle with Yuwen Zhuo, the essence, energy and spirit depleted by transforming into the "Boundless Blood Sea Divine Sword" were not fully replenished. Furthermore, the direct confrontation with Yuwen Zhuo's "Divine Night Annihilation" heavenly lightning tribulation light caused him to feel as if he had been smashed into his limbs and bones and meridians by countless invisible giant hammers, leaving numerous minor but not negligible hidden injuries that are difficult to resolve and repair in a short period of time.

Regardless, Yuwen Zhuo was a top Nascent Soul cultivator among the human race in the Earthly Immortal Realm, and his magical power surpassed that of himself.

“Mysterious Heaven Divine Art…” Lu Cheng’s thoughts stirred slightly, and deep within his body and mind, the primordial spirit that had always been seated suddenly opened its eyes.

In an instant, the quiet room was not filled with the violent roar of lightning and thunder, but rather with a profound Daoist rhythm that flowed out as if the world had just been created and the five elements were intertwined.

"The five elements move with thunder, and from the positive one knows the negative."

A tiny, yet perfectly pure and refined wisp of purple lightning first lit up at the crown of his head.

This is not the destructive intent of tribulation lightning, but rather contains the meaning of the thunder path of birth and death, destruction and rebirth—comprehension of the great path of cultivating innate power allows Lu Cheng to freely control all the laws in the world that he can comprehend, not only not weaker than the original laws, but even more powerful.

The vital energy of the Five Elements—Thunder, Green Wood, and Growth—flows along the meridians, and wherever it passes, the hidden pain in the internal organs caused by the shock of the thunder is gently soothed as if by a gentle spring rain.

Following closely behind the green wood was a blazing golden-red light, as hot as flowing magma: Bing Fire Yang Thunder.

This thunder and fire surge and roar not to burn, but to cleanse the meridians and barriers with the intent of forging gold with fierce flames, and to purify the blockages.

Following the thunder and fire comes the heavy, solid, and all-encompassing Earthly Thunder, its earthy yellow light like the breath of the earth, strengthening the foundation and nourishing the essence, guarding the sea of ​​qi, and firmly locking in the scattered and unstable magical power.

Then came the clear, sharp, and powerful Gengjin Jade Thunder. Its silvery-white luster swept across, and the remaining violent aura of the thunder tribulation in the meridians was as if it were being cut and stripped away by an invisible blade, disappearing into nothingness.

Finally, there is the profound and all-encompassing Yin Thunder of Gui Water, with a deep blue halo spreading outwards, carrying a cold current that nourishes all things, calming the dryness of the internal organs, and stimulating the life force of creation within the body.

Lu Cheng's avatar cultivates the Five Elements Demonic Lightning, but his cultivation level is far higher than his current magical power level. Therefore, it is not difficult for him to transform the Five Elements Demonic Lightning into the Five Elements Divine Lightning by reversing the positive and negative.

At this moment, he was not releasing his power to harm the enemy, but rather channeling his inner essence, following a mysterious and profound trajectory, forming a continuous cycle of thunder within his body, with each element interacting and restraining the others, transforming destructive power into restorative power.

At the same time, deep within Lu Cheng's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, five distinct yet powerful sources of spiritual blood were simultaneously awakened. These were not demonic entities, but rather the essence of Lu Cheng's own physical refinement and fortuitous encounters:

At its heart, the crimson-red "Red-Eyed Suanni" surges with fire and thunder, providing an inexhaustible source of intense heat to burn away impurities;

Inside the liver, the lush and vibrant "Azure Winged Thunder Roc" moves in rhythm with the azure thunder, nourishing the flesh and repairing damage;

Within the spleen, the "white-armored divine elephant," as thick and heavy as the primordial earth, resonates with the earth and thunder, solidifying the foundation and stabilizing the soul.
Within his lungs, the "Purple Scale Demon Dragon," gleaming with the sharp edge of Geng metal, surged with golden lightning, annihilating the foreign energy that had invaded his body.
Within the kidneys, the deep blue, yin and gentle "black jade unicorn" flows with the water and thunder, calming the dryness and nourishing the original essence.

The five types of spiritual blood each draw upon a true essence of the Five Elements Thunder, surging and roaring through the meridians and blood vessels like five ancient divine dragons of different colors, intertwining and roaming, tearing apart, decomposing, devouring, and refining the Divine Lightning Tribulation power that invaded the body and the internal injuries caused by forcibly using the transformation technique.

Minor damage was smoothed over by powerful vitality, and broken meridians were mended by pure lightning energy.

This is no longer a simple healing process, but a process of forging true gold in the microscopic world, a rebirth using one's own body as a furnace!

Time seemed to stretch out in the quiet room. Lu Cheng was enveloped in a five-colored haze of lightning and mist, his appearance solemn and dignified, with the sounds of thunder and dragon roars and the surging of blood and qi faintly emanating from beneath his skin.

With each breath, it seemed as if he were inhaling and exhaling the essence of heaven and earth, and all things in the universe, drawing the pure spiritual energy in the quiet room to form tiny vortexes that continuously flowed into his body, accelerating this mysterious process.

The primordial spirit within his body became increasingly clear, with even faint, subtle five-colored lightning patterns flowing across its surface, suggesting a deeper transformation was underway.

However, the quiet room where Lu Cheng was located was just a lonely world in the Shattered Starship, a place amidst the bustling holy realm.

At this moment, the frenzy of sword fighting in the Immortal Pool did not stop for a moment because of his seclusion and cultivation.

"Next match, Taiqing Sect's Jinsha Yu will face off against Wan Du Immortal Valley's Ku Teng Sou!"

As the resounding voice of the Holy Realm Judge echoed once more throughout the ancient domain of the Immortal Pool, a golden stream of fire crashed down.

Jin Shayu's golden cloud-patterned Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, his posture as straight as a sword. Although there was a trace of fatigue from the previous fierce battle between his brows, there was even more of an indomitable fighting spirit.

To the west of this altar, a thin layer of grayish-green mist gradually enveloped the area, and a cloying, nauseating odor permeated the air.

The old man with withered vines was hunched over, wearing a strange Taoist robe made of countless twisted and intertwined dark green vines. His face was thin, his eyes were sunken, and his turbid eyes shone with a chilling light.

He held a crooked cane in his hand that looked as if it had just been plucked from an ancient tree. His escape technique was so mysterious that few people present could figure out how he had flown up there.

"Hahaha..." The withered vine old man let out a laugh that sounded like dry wood rubbing together: "The lads of the Taiqing Sect have delicate skin and tender flesh, just right for my treasures to have a good time." Before he finished speaking, he slammed his withered vine staff into the ground.

Wow!

Countless dark green vines, like venomous snakes and giant pythons awakened from their slumber, burst forth wildly from the ground of the altar and from the void.

These vines range in thickness from pythons to snakes, their surfaces covered with pustules and slime, and their tips shimmer with a ghostly blue luster, clearly indicating their extreme toxicity.

With a spell, the entire eastern part of the altar instantly transformed into a twisted and writhing forest of poisonous vines, a thick miasma of resentment and death spreading out, forming a powerful suppressive domain.

"Don't you know that poison is countered by fire?" Jin Shayu remained calm despite being surrounded by a sea of ​​poisonous vines. He stood firmly on his feet, and pointed his fingertips like a sword towards his brow.

"Fire burns away the filth, and crimson light shines in the sky!"

Boo!
A clear and melodious phoenix cry seemed to travel through time and space, and suddenly, towering golden flames rose around Jin Shayu!
This flame is pure Yang and intense, extremely strong and righteous, and its color is pure gold without any impurities. It is the Vermilion Bird Pure Yang True Fire that he has cultivated for many years!

Golden flames surged and swirled behind him, coalescing into a lifelike and majestic phantom of a Vermilion Bird with a wingspan of tens of feet!

The Vermilion Bird flaps its wings, boom!

The golden pure yang fire, like a flood bursting its banks or a wildfire spreading across the plains, suddenly erupted and swept outwards from Jinsha Yu's center.

The poisonous miasma that seemed capable of devouring everything was quickly burned and purified by this pure yang fire, just as ice and snow met the blazing sun.

Those poisonous vines that touched the golden flames twisted and struggled violently, their pustules ruptured, and their sap splattered, but without exception, they were ignited and turned to ashes the moment they came into contact with the golden flames.

Within a radius of a hundred feet, the poisonous miasma was cleared away, and the power of the domain formed by the Ten Thousand Poisons Vine Domain unleashed by the Old Man of the Withered Vine was actually forced back by Jin Shayu's attack!

"Hmm?" The old man with withered vines narrowed his cloudy eyes slightly: "Vermilion Bird Pure Yang True Fire? It does have some skill, but how can mortal fires burn through this Abyss of Ten Thousand Poisons? Watch my 'Reversal of Life and Death, Source of Poison in the Dead Sea'!"

Having fought my way to this point, the next step would place me in the top sixty-seven. Every victory would be a huge reward.

Therefore, even with the elemental advantage, the withered vine elder did not hesitate or back down. He took out a skull magic weapon from his Qiankun bag and threw it into the air. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of dark green, grease-like life-bound poison blood, which was sprayed onto the skull ghost head in mid-air.

Two eerie green will-o'-the-wisps suddenly lit up in the empty eye sockets of the skull.

At the same time, a crack appeared in the ground beneath his feet, and a black, poisonous spring, thick as ink and exuding an aura of despair and decay, gushed out.

This black poisonous spring contained the ultimate power of decay and death. As soon as it appeared, the space seemed to be eroded and hissed. It quickly merged with the poisonous vines and miasma of the Old Man of the Withered Vine.

The remnants of poisonous vines and the dissipated poisonous miasma that were originally burned by the Vermilion Bird's Pure Yang True Fire, after being soaked in the black poisonous spring, not only did not disappear completely, but instead seemed to absorb the most vicious nutrients, regained their vitality, and became even thicker and more ferocious!
Its surface quickly turned deep purple, and the mucus turned dark green with a hint of black. The toxicity it contained seemed to be so potent that even Jin Shayu's pure Yang True Fire could not completely incinerate it instantly.

Deathly aura and resentment are spreading, and the black poisonous spring is like a demonic claw, constantly eroding the domain formed by the Golden Sand Feather Pure Yang True Fire. The entire fighting arena seems to be about to turn into a demonic realm!

"It's the Dao of Plants and Spiritual Herbs, how could someone actually cultivate to this level?"

"It is the Way of Plants and Spirits, but it is the art of plants and spirits from the Demon Realm. Therefore, it is particularly good at killing. When his skills and supernatural powers are pushed to the limit, he can create a world of demonic plants. Countless demonic plants are born from it to fight for him. It is extremely powerful and can even wear down several cultivators of the same realm."

In truth, this old man withered vines possesses higher cultivation and magical power than this true disciple of the Taiqing Sect; however, his magical attributes are countered, so the outcome remains uncertain.

Below the altar, countless cultivators whispered and exchanged their knowledge.

"Boundless poisonous sea, deathly aura reflected back!?" At the same time, Jin Shayu, standing at the boundary between the golden flames and the black tide, felt the terrifying power contained in the black venom, which could corrupt the foundation of one's cultivation and decay one's life force. For the first time, a solemn expression appeared in his eyes.

But he did not back down; instead, a stronger fighting spirit was ignited within him.

"Vermilion Bird Flames, rise! Burning Dust Cauldron, suppress!"

Jin Shayu clasped his hands together abruptly, then slowly separated them. Behind him, a huge phantom of a Vermilion Bird let out a long cry that pierced through the clouds and shattered rocks, its wings spreading out angrily.

Instead of the previous wave of fire, it formed a pure, highly condensed "Vermilion Bird Flame Stream," as viscous and heavy as liquid gold, which surged fiercely from his body toward the source of the constantly gushing black poison spring.

Wherever it passed, scorching waves surged into the sky, the void twisted, and the torrent of golden flames violently collided with the pitch-black, deathly poisonous spring!

Sizzle! Boom!

Like cold water poured into boiling oil, or the scorching sun melting solid ice, a piercing energy explosion instantly resounded through the sky. Golden torrents and black poisonous dragons tumbled and clashed above the dueling platform, devouring each other.

Golden flames boiled, purifying the deadly, decaying poison; black tides surged, attempting to defile the burning, pure gold.

For a time, the two sides reached a stalemate!

"It's not over yet!" The old man with withered vines' face was contorted, and his thin hands waved repeatedly. Countless vines on his withered vine robe shot out like venomous snakes, their tips piercing Jin Shayu's vital points.

Furthermore, a hidden and malevolent curse, capable of directly devouring the soul, was mixed in, spreading silently.

He cultivates the acquired wood element law, but his understanding leans towards yin, darkness, death, and stillness, and its external manifestation is mostly poison.

Just as the ten thousand vines sprouted together, and the insidious curse was about to descend upon him!
hum!
A deep, resonant clang from the cauldron shook the heavens and the earth!

A phantom image of a large, ancient, and imposing cauldron with three legs and two handles appeared without warning above Jin Shayu's head. The cauldron was crimson, as if it had been forged from the lava of a sacred mountain from ancient times, and its surface was engraved with countless complex and mysterious runes.

The moment this cauldron appeared, an overwhelming will that could suppress all things and dominate the entire world descended upon it. It was none other than the Taiqing Sect's seventh-grade superior treasure: the Burning Dust Cauldron.
"Burning Dust Cauldron, suppress!" Jin Shayu shouted, and the giant cauldron above his head suddenly descended, unleashing an overwhelming and irresistible suction force.

The myriad poisonous vines that were originally meant to shoot at his body were drawn by this force, like moths to a flame, and were uncontrollably pulled toward the mouth of the huge cauldron. The hidden curse poison was also exposed to the scorching divine light emanating from the cauldron, and like smog exposed to the blazing sun, it emitted a "sizzling" wail and quickly dissipated.

What made the withered vine old man even more furious was that the "Dead Sea Poison Source" that he had painstakingly summoned and which was currently locked in a stalemate with the Vermilion Bird Flame Flow was also being pulled towards the mouth of the Burning Dust Cauldron by its terrifying suction force.

Inside the cauldron, there was a chaotic scene, as if a pure fire, powerful enough to burn away all the filth in the world, was burning and churning within!

"My Demonic Poison Spring!" the withered vine elder screamed in terror, desperately channeling his magic power to try and stabilize the source of the poison.

But how terrifying is the suppressive power of the Burning Dust Cauldron?
Especially against such filthy and evil forces, it has an innate ability to restrain them. The runes on the cauldron flow, and the suction power suddenly increases several times!
Boom! Like a river overflowing its banks, the surging black poisonous spring could no longer hold on, and most of it was violently pulled into the Burning Dust Cauldron!
At the same time, hundreds or even thousands of vicious poisonous vines were also sucked in.

A flash of fire appeared and disappeared within the massive cauldron, accompanied by the faint crackling sound of poison being burned and refined at extreme temperatures.

The runes on the cauldron flashed and seemed to become even brighter.

The Burning Dust Cauldron can not only defend itself, but also forcibly devour and refine filthy energy. The Demonic Poison Spring and Poisonous Vine that Teng Sou relied on for his fame were plundered in this way, which is equivalent to cutting off his arm.

"Wah!" The withered vine old man's robe billowed as he spat out a mouthful of dark green blood essence, his aura instantly weakening.

The robe made of withered vines also lost its luster, and countless spiritual vines withered and broke.

True fear finally appeared in his eyes. Without the support of the primordial poison spring and the spirit vine, his protective poisonous miasma was as fragile as paper in front of the pure yang true fire.

"Old Poisoner, your poison is still too weak!" Jin Shayu laughed loudly upon seeing this. Although his face was also pale and his magic power was greatly depleted, he immediately summoned the Flowing Fire Unpredictable Flying Sword once again.

The golden-red pure yang true fire, having lost the resistance of the poison, transformed into a monstrous wave that instantly engulfed the entire dueling platform!

The Flowing Fire Flying Sword moved across it, seeking an opportunity to strike, giving the opponent no chance to recover. After a few rounds, the Old Man withered vines only had time to let out a desperate howl before his figure was engulfed by the raging golden flames.

When the flames subsided, the ground of the altar was scorched black, with only a few scattered ashes of withered vines remaining. The Old Man of Withered Vines had already fled and disappeared without a trace. With his magical power, defeat was inevitable, but escaping to save his life would not be difficult.

The envoy from the Nuwa Sacred Realm announced at the opportune moment: "Jin Shayu of the Taiqing Sect wins!"

Thus, Jin Shayu was promoted to the top sixty-seven in the Immortal Pool Sword Battle.

After that, there were many more battles, some with wins and some with losses. Some were expected, while others were won by a comeback. But most of the time, the one with the higher magical power and deeper foundation won. The difference between a cultivator's supernatural abilities is determined by two things: magical power and magical treasures and spiritual objects.

Reality is not a fictional story; it doesn't have so many twists and turns, or the underdog triumphing over the strong.

"Next match, Taiqing Sect's An Xiaoyue will face off against the Three Emperors Palace's Chu Feibai!"

One of the nine sects of the human race, the Three Emperors Palace has existed for tens of thousands of years and has an extremely profound foundation. In recent years, due to changes in the world and the replacement of high-ranking officials, the entire sect has gradually shifted to the sword cultivation lineage. The sword techniques emphasize power and spirit. When used by a master, they are like the blazing sun in the sky, shining for thousands of miles. They belong to the domineering sword style.

On the Taiqing Sect's Shattered Starship, the door to Lu Cheng's secluded meditation room quietly disappeared.

He did not break through the barrier with great fanfare, but rather appeared silently, like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

The surging energy that had been tempered by the "Mysterious Heaven Divine Art" and nourished by the spiritual blood of the five internal organs was now as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

The injury, which was originally a life-threatening injury, was spread across five lives, so the condition naturally improved significantly.

However, this Taoist transformation and ascension technique is Lu Cheng's biggest trump card. Although he has heard of some Taoist techniques and methods for bringing the dead back to life in the Earthly Immortal Realm, Lu Cheng will never reveal this last trump card if he can avoid it.

As soon as they stepped out of the pass, two familiar figures were already waiting in front of the white jade railing.

Jin Shayu still wore his usual carefree and lazy smile, but his demeanor was more serious than usual.

While An Xiaoyue beside him still stood tall and straight, the intense and powerful fist intent around her had unusually subsided, and even revealed a trace of... barely perceptible weakness.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Lu, on the successful completion of your cultivation and the complete recovery of your internal injuries! Congratulations!" Jin Shayu cupped his hands in a cheerful manner, but his tone was no longer frivolous.

An Xiaoyue's gaze fell on Lu Cheng, she nodded slightly, and her voice was clear and melodious, like metal striking ice: "Senior Brother Lu, I have lost."

Three words, concise and direct, without any superfluous words, resounding with power, causing the atmosphere on the entire pavilion to freeze.

Jin Shayu's smile faded at the opportune moment, and he continued, "Junior Sister An was facing Chu Feibai, the true disciple of the Three Emperors Palace." He paused, as if recalling the scene, and his tone became subtly serious:

"Truly... his name is fitting. Where the sword falls, the blade moves like a dragon. Junior Sister An has given it her all, her fists shaking the heavens and her strength breaking through a thousand pounds, but Chu Feibai's sword technique is just too fast, too sharp, and too unreasonable."

After Jin Shayu finished speaking, An Xiaoyue continued, "His sword intent seemed to contain an extremely grand spirit, and was also extremely domineering. When he raised his sword, it was like an emperor descending to earth, commanding heaven and earth. His sword energy was as clear as the cold moon in the nine heavens, overwhelming and unstoppable. My fist techniques and fist intent could not shake it in the slightest. He pierced through the core of my fist technique with one sword, and my fist intent also vanished and disintegrated."

"The defeat was decisive and convincing. The foundation of the nine sects of the human race is indeed as vast as the ocean, unfathomable. Before us was Yuwen Zhuo's magnificent might, but Chu Feibai is probably even more formidable."

A mountain breeze swept by, lifting a few strands of hair from An Xiaoyue's temples. Her words contained a sense of reflection and an indomitable spirit.

Lu Cheng listened silently. He didn't need to ask for details; An Xiaoyue and Jin Shayu were both genuine top-tier figures in the Nascent Soul Realm.

For An Xiaoyue to say "I am completely convinced," Chu Feibai's magical swordsmanship must be extraordinary.

"The nine sects of the human race have a profound foundation as vast as the boundless ocean, and their inheritance is the backbone of the human race in the Earthly Immortal Realm."

"However, Taiqing is also among them. If we are defeated, it will be because we have not revealed our true strength enough, and even more so because our own cultivation and practice are still lacking. It is not because our sect's inherited skills are inferior. Junior Sister An, there is no need to belittle yourself. Being able to survive unharmed under his sword is enough to show that your foundation is solid. Your fist intent is now concentrated and not scattered, showing signs of breaking and then rebuilding. This defeat may not be a bad thing."

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in An Xiaoyue's eyes. She bowed to Lu Cheng with utmost respect, expressing her gratitude for her senior brother's guidance.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Jin Shayu perked up again, laughing as she said, "Senior Brother Lu's discerning eye is spot on! Although Junior Sister An lost, her spirit didn't falter in the slightest!"

“Junior Sister An’s battle was earth-shattering. Senior Brother Lu, you didn’t see it with your own eyes, but I did record some of its essence with a recording stone. How about we perform a martial arts demonstration with our divine will to recreate the scene for you? It would also be good for you to see Chu Feibai’s sword style. If you are destined to face him in the future, you will know what to expect.”

An Xiaoyue did not object, which clearly indicated that she also intended to confirm the review.

Lu Cheng nodded: "Good."

The three did not use magic power to cast spells, but rather, having reached the Nascent Soul stage, they could rely on their powerful divine sense to construct a battlefield of divine will, deduce the past, or pre-plan battles. This method not only conserves magical power but also allows one to comprehend the essence of the Dao.

A faint light flashed between Jin Shayu's eyebrows, and a memory stone containing a divine imprint floated in the air.

Immediately, a clear light emanated from between the brows of the three, and their invisible divine thoughts instantly converged, unfolding a mysterious space constructed from pure spiritual power at the level of consciousness.

In the vast realm of consciousness, the Immortal Pool Arena reappeared. An Xiaoyue's figure stood tall as a mountain, and the aura she unleashed in an instant caused the void to tremble. Her massive fist intent domain pressed down fiercely, as if an ancient deity had lifted a divine mountain and hurled it to the mortal realm!

This is her display of pushing her acquired destructive path to its current extreme. Before her fist even arrives, her will to shatter the Dao and annihilate matter is enough to make the souls of the spectators feel a tearing pain. Such power far surpasses that of ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators!
Even at the same level, some people can still create a terrifying gap.

Faced with this earth-shattering fist force, "Chu Feibai," evolved from divine will, moved. He did not dodge, did not use complicated hand seals, and one could not even see the intense light of his magical power erupting from his body.

He simply drew his sword. The moment the sword light flashed, the clamor of heaven and earth seemed to freeze instantly.

It was just an ancient longsword, its blade as clear as if it had been washed by countless cold moons, so clear that it could reflect people's hearts. The blade was slightly lowered, yet it exuded the majesty of judging all living beings and commanding heaven and earth.

A single sword strike!
The sword energy, as cold as the moon, seemed slow but was actually swift. It lacked the earth-shattering power of An Xiaoyue's fist techniques, but possessed an indescribable imperial law!

The destructive tidal wave formed by the fist energy, powerful enough to annihilate all laws, disintegrated on its own before that sword energy.

It wasn't that they were crushed or defeated in terms of strength, but rather that the very meaning of "destruction" itself was shaken in the face of a higher level of order.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the void was like a frozen canvas with its wrinkles gently smoothed out. An Xiaoyue's punch, which condensed the essence of her life's fist intent, silently disintegrated and collapsed from its core when it was still a zhang away from Chu Feibai.

Immediately afterwards, the Cold Moon Sword Qi pierced through An Xiaoyue's proud protective true qi, hovering precisely an inch before her brow.

The sword energy contained no killing intent, only an indifferent gaze that looked down upon all things and decided life and death.

The image then shattered.

Consciousness returned to reality, and a gentle breeze still blew across the cloud-covered terrace.

Jin Shayu's forehead was slightly sweaty, clearly still immersed in the lingering power of that divine sword strike, and he was still shaken: "It was too domineering. Such sword intent is simply unreasonable! Junior Sister An's fierce and powerful fist felt like it struck into the void? Or did it run into an ironclad rule?"

An Xiaoyue closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again, her clear gaze was even more penetrating:
"It is 'law'. His sword intent contains a kind of supreme law of order, like the laws of the human royal court, which are strictly enforced. My path of destruction has not yet been cultivated to the point where I can truly 'break through all laws'. This is not because I am inferior in quantity, but because of the suppression of the Dao."

If I cannot catch up with him in terms of cultivation, I fear I will never be able to withstand the power of a single sword strike in my entire life.

Lu Cheng remained calm, but countless messages were circulating, being analyzed, and deduced in his mind.

He remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "It's not a difference in pure realm power, but rather a difference in the level of control and interpretation of the 'Dao.' Chu Feibai's sword intent has touched the Void Returning Realm. Although he hasn't truly mastered it, it has already taken on some of the rudiments of grandeur. Using the Dao of Humanity to interpret the Dao of Heaven... The sword of the Three Emperors Palace has indeed broken through the barriers and traced back to the origin. Such sword intent, for someone at the Nascent Soul Realm to comprehend it to this extent, is the mark of an unparalleled genius. Junior Sister An's fist force is vast and incomparable, but under the 'laws' of order, the power is dispersed and disintegrated, unable to be concentrated into a single point for a breakthrough. Of course, defeat is inevitable."

Jin Shayu had completely abandoned his frivolousness, his expression becoming extremely serious: "Even Junior Sister An suffered such a crushing defeat, and the next round of draws is just around the corner. Now we are all among the top 100, surrounded by formidable enemies. Qiu Ruoshui, Xiao Han, and even the Duan brothers, Duan Chen and Duan Xuan, as well as Feng Qiansha and Ao Jun... each of them is a top cultivator capable of stirring up a storm. Facing any one of them would be a fight to the death. Senior Brother Lu, facing someone like Chu Feibai, do you have the...?" Jin Shayu didn't finish his question, but the concern and inquiry in his eyes were very clear.

He knew that Lu Cheng's strength was unfathomable, but the Three Emperors Sword Intent that Chu Feibai displayed was too terrifying.

Lu Cheng stood on the edge of the platform, his gaze fixed on the endless sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

The spiritual energy of the Immortal Pool rises, forming a magnificent rainbow bridge. The clear cries of phoenixes and cranes resound through the sky, and a massive floating mountain is enveloped by a magic array, exuding an ancient aura.

He did not directly answer Jin Shayu's concerns, but only said softly:
"The path to enlightenment is long and arduous, and there are always stronger hands among the strong. If you encounter a barrier, simply break through it. Chu Feibai has his own path to enlightenment, and I have my own method of proving it. The mighty heavenly thunder of the Divine Firmament Heavenly Sect can be broken, so why can't the Human Emperor's Sword Intent of the Three Emperors Palace be broken?"

"Good, what a great line 'Break it and it will be fine'!" Jin Shayu laughed loudly upon hearing this, and took out a set of exquisite jade carving wine vessels and a jade bottle that was pure white and contained clouds from his storage magic treasure.

"Alright, alright, the important matters are settled. Junior Sister An may have lost, but she is still honorable. Senior Brother Lu has emerged from seclusion, so let's have a big toast! This is a treasure I retrieved from the Myriad Spirits Market in the Cloud Ruins, called Star Saliva Intoxicating Elixir! It is said to be brewed by collecting the essence of stars and combining it with the essence of the clouds and mist of the Nine Heavens. It contains a trace of stellar power and is very beneficial for comprehending the mysteries of stars and stabilizing the soul. Perfect, let's use it to replenish Senior Brother Lu's losses and also calm our nerves!"

As the jade bottle was opened, an extremely clear and unique aroma of wine, seemingly carrying the radiance of the heavens and the vastness of the clouds, instantly filled the air. It even caused the spiritual energy around the altar to resonate slightly, and wisps of starlight fell from the heavens, drawn by the aroma of wine and swirling around the jade bottle.

The cranes nearby also followed the fragrance and gracefully circled a little distance away.

Although An Xiaoyue was not a drinker, she couldn't help but show a strange look in her eyes when she smelled this unusual fragrance.

Lu Cheng chuckled upon seeing this, but also reached out and took the jade cup with flowing starlight from Jin Shayu: "Junior Brother Jin certainly knows how to find good things, but it's a bit of a pity that such a treasure is only for satisfying our appetites."

The nectar in the cup was the color of a pale nebula, with specks of golden stardust flowing and changing within it, a truly wondrous sight.

The three raised their glasses, and the wine entered their mouths. At first, it was as cold as a star entering their stomachs, but then it transformed into countless warm currents that instantly flowed through their limbs and bones. A pure and ethereal star power lingered in their minds, making them clear-headed. The fatigue from the previous battle and thinking was completely washed away, and their sensitivity to the energy of heaven and earth became even more acute.

Even An Xiaoyue's pale cheeks flushed slightly, and her brows became clearer.

A gentle breeze swept across the white jade railings of the Floating Cloud Terrace, causing the three people's robes to flutter and reveal glimpses of starlight and rosy clouds in the air.

Behind them floated the Taiqing Sect's massive Star Shattering Ship above the sea of ​​clouds, its hull enormous and imposing, runes flowing like a galaxy. Before them lay the boundless sea of ​​clouds and fairyland of the Nuwa Sacred Realm, with rainbow bridges like ribbons and celestial palaces rising and falling.

But at this moment, on the Cloud Sea Terrace, only the starlight and nectar, the fellow Daoists discussing the Dao, and the unwavering Daoist hearts pointing to the endless path to immortality, all intertwined, exuding an aura of immortality.

(End of this chapter)