Yefutidaolu

Chapter 283 The Source of Sword Qi
What kind of divine will is this?

Faced with Yang Ling's flickering spirit, Gao Jian did not hesitate to reach out and quickly place his hand on the other's shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, his sixth-realm cultivation erupted, directly pinning Yang Ling to the ground.

In an instant, Yang Ling was pinned to the ground.

His shoulder dislocated, and his body was slammed to the ground with a loud thud. His flesh sank into the ground, and the stones on the ground rattled and cracked before finally shattering with a snap.

Yang Ling was not a martial artist, and when he was held down like that, he immediately fainted.

That's for sure. That's exactly what Gao Jian was aiming for. His qi and blood were pressuring Yang Ling, using his cultivation level that surpassed Yang Ling's to block the flow of his blood and suffocate his brain.

The dislocated arm, along with the physical and mental torment he was suffering from being suppressed by Gao Jian's qi and blood, all caused him considerable pain, which directly overwhelmed him.

Gao Jian originally didn't intend to do this, but he saw the other party's expression, so he didn't hesitate to do what he did, directly pinning the other party to the ground.

After being restrained by Gao Jian's blood pressure, Yang Ling immediately suffocated and lost consciousness. His face instantly turned ashen, cold and deathly pale, with large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. His pale lips twitched in agony, and his teeth chattered even in his unconscious state due to the intense pain.

Clearly, he did not simply fall into a coma, but struggled to stay awake until the very last moment, enduring Gao Jian's oppression to a very dangerous state before finally losing consciousness.

Although the whole process only took half a second, that was only because Gao Jian was so powerful. For someone with the cultivation of the fifth realm to withstand Gao Jian's full power for half a second was already something to boast about.

After all, he only practiced ordinary standard techniques. If Shui Cangcang, who was at the fourth realm, came, she could probably kill him instantly.

However, although his cultivation level was extremely poor, and he was even knocked to the ground unconscious by Gao Jian, the divine intent he displayed did not dissipate in the slightest.

This was somewhat unexpected.

Divine will is something highly linked to the mind; one should lose divine will quickly after losing consciousness. However, after the other person fell into a coma, his divine will did not dissipate at all; on the contrary, it became even more intense.

Injuries and torment will not affect the other party's divine will; this is a characteristic of the other party's divine will.

Gao Jian decisively gripped the rusty knife, shortening its sharpness by an inch.

With a clear mind, he wanted to read the other person's intentions. It was Yang Ling's final showdown with him, and also Yang Ling's last bargaining chip to persuade Gao Jian.

What Yang Ling wanted Gao Jian to see was simply the power of this divine will, in order to persuade Gao Jian and show that he was indeed qualified to discuss this matter with him.

However... he underestimated Gao Jian.

Gao Jian could see many things from divine will. In the completely clear lake of his mind, Gao Jian could even see the cause of 'divine will', which was something Yang Ling could never have imagined.

Then, from that divine vision... he saw something.

Gao Jian saw it. The moment the divine will was formed, Yang Ling's state at that time was the memory contained in Yang Ling's divine will. It was the most crucial moment that made his divine will become like this!
From this information, Gao Jian could see that in an armory in Liangzhou—

Because there aren't many landmarks, Gao Jian couldn't determine which place this was.

However, this is clearly an armory. Gao Jian can see the formation here, as well as the various standard military weapons and magical artifacts inside, and even siege weapons.

Inside the armory, Yang Ling held a torch.

Beside him was a group of independent cultivators.

These rogue cultivators were not well dressed, and the weapons they used were also rudimentary. In a battle of this caliber, it wouldn't be wrong to say they were 'unarmed,' since those weapons were not what cultivators should use; they were simply ordinary weapons.

Gao Jian could read the expressions on their faces from them.

The rogue cultivators, sometimes inspired by hope and sometimes tormented by despair, seemed prepared to make a terrible sacrifice in order to seize the armory before them.

Inside the armory, there was a terrifying array that required risking one's life to traverse.

"Everyone!" Yang Ling shouted, waving his torch.

A response came from the surrounding area—a loud, sustained roar from the rogue cultivators.

Yang Ling's face was grim and terrifying at this moment, his eyes fixed on the ground as if he were discussing something with himself. Then, he turned around to face the rogue cultivators in front of him.

He had finished discussing it with himself.

So he raised his voice, shouting loudly so everyone could hear him:

"When the barbarians invade, you condemned prisoners would normally be cannon fodder, rushing to the front lines in exchange for a chance to be pardoned. But now, you have another chance: take this opportunity to lead the army to resist the barbarians and join me in conquering this place!"

"If our attack succeeds, we will obtain a large number of flying swords, a large number of magic robes, countless talismans, seals, talisman treasures, and pills!"

"With these, we can use them to seize armories in other places. Tonight is our only chance to win. After tonight, the armories will be heavily fortified, so we must act now!"

“But if we fail and all die here, then we cannot be completely destroyed. I want the rest of you to take the last route out. Start from here and go to the city wall thirty-five miles to the east. There is a tunnel that I dug in advance. The survivors of you must run to the outside of the wall and arm yourselves with whatever you can get your hands on. Although it cannot compare to the things in the armory, at least you cannot be unprepared.”

"At that time, no matter how many of us survived—thirty, twenty, or even just one person—we had to set up camp near the Red Sea because others would gather there; we were just the first batch."

He explained his plan in detail.

It's clear that he didn't just revolt blindly; he had meticulously planned the details of the journey, how to escape, where people would respond, where backup plans were in place, what the plan was, and what each specific task was.

He explained to the group of independent monks how to do it and why it was necessary in a passionate speech that everyone could understand.

Moreover, Yang Ling was not just making plans, but also painting a picture, outlining future goals, explaining the reasons for their fighting, and the true meaning of the great cause they were planning.

Yang Ling shouted out his goal, vividly depicting their future: how they acquired weapons, how they used the Hu people's invasion...

"We are all rogue cultivators, all people burdened with death sentences. So, all of you who yearn for freedom, all of you who would rather die in battle than be slaughtered, once you enter, take up arms! Take any weapon you may have, and come with me! If you ask why—"

He paused.

"Because swords can beg for food more effectively than hoes! Swords can be exchanged for martial arts techniques better than hard labor!" "All you officials are but pigs and dogs, while the rivers and mountains remain forever shrouded in splendor!"

"When the winds and clouds gather, mountains crumble; a single ambition endures through the ages!"

"Today, I will be the first to ascend!"

As Yang Ling spoke these words, his eyes gleamed with a greedy and ambitious light!

He concentrated all his energy on saying these words, as if his life depended on them.

Gao Jian could even empathize with him. He knew that at that moment, Yang Ling's head must have started to spin, and Yang Ling's whole body must have suddenly shuddered, with goosebumps rising all over his skin.

He spoke with great emotion, his resolute tone, his piercing eyes, his excited voice, and the confidence and assurance contained in his words—all of which gave him an air of extraordinary majesty.

A rogue cultivator practicing inferior, formulaic techniques suddenly displayed extraordinary charisma, causing the other rogue cultivators around him to breathe heavily.

With lofty ambitions, he sends forth his proclamation at night; with murderous intent, he leans on his saddle, ready to strike!
If tonight, these death row inmates seize the armory while the Hu people attack and the garrison is in chaos, then with enough weapons and equipment, Yang Ling can arm more people and organize a force of his own!

And he actually did it.

But Yang Ling took the lead and rushed into the armory.

The death row inmates behind them also rushed in.

The automatically activated defense formation immediately began its attack.

If there is a practitioner skilled in formations, or even a master of formations, it can be broken from the outside.

Unfortunately, they couldn't do it. None of them were proficient in formations, so they could only risk their lives and wade through the enemy lines with their own flesh and blood.

And... they almost did it.

Yes, almost.

These rogue cultivators, at the cost of more than half their lives, advanced to the very end. On the ground, many rogue cultivators who were about to die let out their last few spasms.

After the devastating cost came despair.

But they eventually discovered that the formation completely isolated them from the outside world.

It turns out that from the very beginning, if there hadn't been a cultivator at the fifth level among them, they would have been absolutely unable to break this formation, and everything would have been in vain.

The Divine Dynasty made excellent arrangements; this was part of its ingenious design.

The Five Realms are a very subtle state of being.

Generally speaking, most cultivators will break through the first barrier in the five realms, because opening the acupoints of two different barriers in the early stage greatly helps cultivation, which is much better than struggling with only one barrier.

Therefore, generally speaking, when one reaches the fifth realm, independent cultivators will prove their talent, become a first-level cultivator, and officially become the backbone of the Divine Dynasty.

For these people, entering the immortal sect is no longer a problem; they can join the ranks of those immortal cultivators, in other words... they have 'obtained official status'.

In this way, they will completely break free from their original situation and become superior people in a certain sense.

After all... it's the Fifth Realm.

Therefore, the difficulty of these formations is generally around the fifth level. It is almost impossible for those below the fifth level to break through them, while most people above the fifth level simply do not have the ability to do so.

If they could live a good life by joining the Divine Dynasty, why would they bother toiling away like this?
Yang Ling was also stunned.

He was just a low-ranking official who decided to do this job for some special reasons. He didn't understand this kind of place. In fact, he had already done his best just by surveying the movement of personnel and surveying the terrain.

Unraveling the structure of the formation was beyond his capabilities, which led to his current predicament.

Yang Ling looked at the formation before him. The formation coldly and mercilessly manifested endless killing arrays, which would kill everyone present. He showed a painful and desperate expression. All of this was caused by an emotion that was impossible to achieve, yet difficult to give up.

Yes, it's unattainable, yet impossible to give up.

A raging storm of fire was roaring madly there, and rapid heat waves illuminated the entire armory time and time again with bursts of crimson light. The rolling, terrifying explosions seemed to shake the very foundations of the building. Amidst the thunderous roar, the clattering of many weapons hitting the ground and the clamor of spellcasting groups could be heard very clearly. The formation emitted a shrill cry, blowing towards all the trembling rogue cultivators and death row inmates.

At this moment, Gao Jian noticed the source of the divine will.

No! Absolutely not! He's made so many preparations, he won't stop here!
A fierce glint flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, containing a jealousy, resentment, fortitude, and decisiveness that should not be present in someone like him.

Then, Yang Ling lunged towards the formation.

Despite the arduous autumn season, my unwavering resolve remains steadfast!
In that instant, a powerful divine force swept over us!
The divine gate opens, the fifth realm is reached, and a breakthrough is achieved!

In that instant, Gao Jian's vision blurred.

The information within the divine will suddenly stopped, because it had ended. It was the information contained before the divine will opened. Even though it was suppressed by Gao Jian, the divine will did not yield in the slightest!
Just as Gao Jian was about to exert his strength again, he saw a star twinkling in the sky.

Suddenly, Gao Jian felt as if his hands were being restrained by something.

No, you're not even going to act anymore, are you?
Gao Jian certainly knew about the concept of luck, but he had never really seen it. He just always felt that some people's luck must come from 'accidents'.

For example, someone suddenly appears and saves Yang Ling.

For example, what if some natural disaster or catastrophe suddenly occurs, or some unexpected event happens to stop him?

But he never expected to encounter something like this...

This thing can actually exert force directly! It directly interferes with the matter itself, completely ignoring any unexpected twists and turns!
Gao Jian's hand was bound by a red light, but he suddenly exerted his strength and broke free. Just as he was about to say something to Yang Ling, a sword aura attacked from all around!
Sword energy—?
This sword energy seems to be the same as the one that struck the flying boat in the Red Sea!
(End of this chapter)