Borrowing a sword

Chapter 366 Night Lord and Snow Lord

Outside, the night was growing deeper.

Chu Huaixu didn't hide anything and directly told Wen Shiyu his thoughts.

Wen Shiyu was taken aback upon hearing this.

"Is it possible to cultivate immortality and practice cultivation simultaneously during the Nascent Soul stage?"

She never thought about that.

Her first reaction was—what's the point?
Yes, since one has already become a deity, why bother with cultivation?

These cultivators possess their own arrogance.

In Wen Shiyu's eyes, the cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm were no match for him at all.

Although the cultivation speed is fast, how long is one's lifespan?

Moreover, even the ninth-realm experts here are no match for the Divine Transformation Immortal Venerable.

Wen Shiyu always felt that the people in the Xuanhuang Realm simply did not understand what it meant to become a Nascent Soul cultivator!

"They simply don't understand the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

In her view, Chu Huaixu already possessed the Nascent Soul stage, but still didn't understand what Nascent Soul was!

He was like someone who possessed a treasure, but had no idea how to use it.

Under these circumstances, Wen Shiyu did not feel that there was any need for someone at the Nascent Soul stage to cultivate the techniques of the Xuanhuang Realm.

What is the significance?

Having already possessed supreme power, why would I covet such a meager amount of your strength?
Therefore, she inwardly scoffed when she heard those words.

But she still replied verbally:
“Master, if it is a Nascent Soul Immortal Venerable, then Shiyu does not know much about it.”

“A celestial being like you, who has transformed into a divine being, naturally possesses supreme supernatural powers.”

"There's no such thing as 'can't' or 'cannot'; it's just a matter of whether you want to or not."

Wen Shiyu's words came from the bottom of his heart.

In any case, Chu Huaixu has already attained his position.

Although he wasn't a Kunlun native, he could be considered half a Night Venerable.

Chu Huaixu nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"If it weren't for the fact that I'm still too inexperienced, I would really like to meet this Black Moon Cult leader."

Upon realizing this, his gaze instantly turned cold.

He'll kill this person sooner or later!

Even if he really is related to the Immortal God.

The Xuanhuang Realm, the altar of evil cultivators.

A man completely shrouded in a cloak was sitting cross-legged.

His aura was chaotic, as if he was attempting a breakthrough.

But the final result was that he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the veins on his neck looked somewhat ferocious, even emitting a faint black light!
"Failed again." He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I've been stuck at the Great Perfection of the Eighth Realm for several years now."

"Possessing the power of origin, yet unable to break through to the next realm, I fear others will notice something amiss," he said.

Soon, a completely different tone came from his mouth:
“You cultivate immortal techniques together. If it weren’t for my help, you would have exploded and died long ago.”

"I told you long ago, the reason you can't break through to the ninth realm is because the power of origin is incompatible with the immortal techniques within you; it's rejecting you."

"And the power of origin is of a higher rank than the immortal power within you; it is suppressing it!"

"If you want to enter the Ninth Realm, you need to accommodate a small portion of the power of the Fruit Position, so that the two can go hand in hand."

The leader of the Black Moon Cult immediately exclaimed, "Position! Position!"

"Even you yourself don't know where your former position was, so where can I find it?!"

He has been searching for the fruition for many years.

He was already searching in secret before he became a great cultivator.

But so many years have passed, and it's all been in vain.

Another soul within him spoke up: "Back then, when I descended upon Xuanhuang, if it weren't for the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, how could the Xuanhuang Realm Lord of that generation have destroyed my physical body and broken my Snow Venerable status!"

"Compared to the Dao Ancestor you speak of, he is far inferior."

"But no matter what, this person does have some tricks up his sleeve."

"To be precise, it's his sword that's a bit special."

“All my connections with the fruit of enlightenment have been severed.”

"But don't be impatient, things have already taken a turn for the better."

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Black Moon Cult frowned slightly.

"A turning point?" he said in a deep voice. "You mean Chu Huaixu?"

"Absolutely!" The voice began to carry a hint of excitement.

"I don't know how he did it, nor do I know where he obtained his position!"

"But he actually fused with the Night Venerable's position, hahaha, hahahaha!"

"All of this may escape the perception of others, but it cannot escape my notice."

“I sensed this the moment he merged with the fruition.”

"He can't escape!"

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Black Moon Cult said, "You mean to give up on finding your Snow Venerable position, and instead kill him and seize his Night Venerable position?"

The voice continued, "Absolutely! Don't you think this Night Venerable position is prepared just for you?"

"Old man, don't try to fool me. Do you think I'll believe whatever you say?" The Black Moon Cult leader sneered.

He always knew in his heart that he was dealing with a tiger for its skin. But who could know what the final outcome would be?

“I have already said that you cannot fully integrate the Snow Venerable Fruit position. I can only give you a wisp as a gift.”

“But the Night Venerable’s status is different; it is now completely ownerless.”

"As long as Chu Huaixu's soul is scattered, I have my own way of separating him."

“I still have a trace of the Snow Venerable Fruit aura on me, as well as the Heavenly Dao Origin Imprint of the Snow Venerable Fruit. I cannot absorb this Night Venerable Fruit.”

"Otherwise, why do you think that in the Kunlun Grotto-Heaven, those at the Nascent Soul stage always coexist peacefully and never interfere with each other?"

"So, this is your greatest fortune! Haha, hahaha!" He let out a slightly manic laugh.

The Black Moon Cult leader was laughing loudly, but the look in his eyes kept changing, half believing and half doubting.

Kunlun Grotto Heaven, an endless sea.

The white-haired boy and the white-haired old man were floating side by side on the sea.

Previously, the boy had seized a small world and integrated it into the Origin Spirit Realm.

When the exit of the Origin Spirit Realm opened, he did not see Wen Shiyu emerge from it, so he once again used his great supernatural power to retrieve the black sea area and break the fusion.

The two Immortal Venerables were not surprised that Wen Shiyu did not leave through the exit.

To be precise, when the two sensed the aura of a high-ranking official and saw the entire Kunlun Cave Heaven instantly plunge into darkness, they had already sentenced this woman to death in their hearts.

To them, if Wen Shiyu's soul lamp went out, it would mean that her soul had been scattered, which would actually be a good thing.

However, the result was that Wen Shiyu's soul lamp did not go out.

Whether she was captured alive or her spirit was still intact, it's not a good thing.

But in any case, they at least found an answer they had been waiting for for a thousand years.

As mentioned before, Kunlun Cave Heaven had already gathered enough fragments of origin, and was already able to open the extraterrestrial passage, descend upon the Xuanhuang Realm, and launch a large-scale invasion.

The reason they haven't taken action yet is simply because they've been testing the waters.

Or perhaps, these few Nascent Soul Immortals still had a few questions in their hearts that had not yet been answered.

The Night Venerable position is one of them.

Unfortunately, they have now received the answer, but it is the worst possible outcome.

“Senior brother, the Night Venerable’s position was taken away by the Realm Lord a thousand years ago,” said the old man with a full head of white hair.

"We've been wondering if, one day, the Xuanhuang Realm will find a way to merge and absorb it," the old man continued.

"I never imagined that after a whole thousand years, this kind of thing would actually happen." A rare hint of worry flashed in his usually indifferent eyes.

The Fruition Position is the supreme power of Kunlun!
However, a portion of it is now in the hands of others.

The aged youth showed no change in expression upon hearing this.

He simply said, "Although I was also surprised when this happened, didn't we already prepare for the worst?"

"Junior brother, this result was actually something we both expected."

"For a thousand years, we have only been waiting for this day to come." He raised his indifferent eyes and looked into the other person's eyes, his gaze calm and unwavering.

Upon hearing this, the old man finally let out a long sigh.

The aged boy hovered in the air and slowly descended.

His full head of white hair fluttered in the wind.

He stood with his feet almost level with the sea surface.

The surging waves, however, could not even wet the soles of his feet.

To be precise, they would pass right through him, as if he were a nothingness.

The boy lowered his eyes and looked at this sea area.

At this moment, this sea area is actually somewhat eerie.

It is cracked.

This area is not integrated with the surrounding area; there are cracks between them.

It's like a puzzle piece.

Although it was pieced back together, the gap still exists.

Strangely, both seawater and marine life ignore these gaps and pass through them unimpeded.

The boy raised his right hand, palm down, and then closed his eyes.

There was no fluctuation of energy or flow of light; everything was so simple and unadorned.

But he seemed to be sensing something carefully.

After a long while, he suddenly opened his eyes, and for the first time, his expression changed, revealing a look of understanding.

“The sea has already told me what he looks like,” he said, his voice still carrying a sense of vicissitude.

With a flick of his sleeve, the white-haired youth conjured a painting in mid-air.

The figures have already been drawn on the scroll.

This person was wearing a black and gold robe and holding a black sword sheath with a black bead hanging from it. It was Chu Huaixu!
The two stared at the beads in the painting, somewhat lost in thought, before exchanging a glance.

"He is not the Lord of the Realm," the aged youth said with great certainty.

Then, he suddenly called out, "Ling Xiao."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Lingxiao Zhenjun, the eldest disciple of the sect, appeared before him, having been teleported there by him.

Judging from Lingxiao Zhenjun's expression, he seemed to be used to such things.

"Master." He immediately lowered his head respectfully, not daring to look up directly at him.

What crime should be committed for looking directly at a deity?
The aged youth spoke, giving the order:

"Distribute this painting so that all the cultivators in Kunlun Cave Heaven will remember this face."

(P.S.: There are some things to take care of at the company tomorrow. It's the end of the year and there's a lot going on, so there might not be any updates.)
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