bookbashuk Chapter 154 Ascending to the God Realm
Chapter 154 Ascending to the God Realm
In contrast, Mount Shu has a profound foundation, its sword techniques are unparalleled, and its various secret methods are nothing short of miraculous, with some even being almost legendary.
But that's the problem—it's too austere and lacks a sense of violence.
The disciples were skilled with their flying swords, but when they actually encountered demons in battle, they were often killed in a single encounter.
"What a coincidence." Ling Tian chuckled. "I just happened to bring a few friends with me. Why don't we let them train with your sect's disciples?"
"They come to learn your cultivation methods, to comprehend the circulation of spiritual energy and the resonance between heaven and earth; your disciples, in turn, can learn from them how to survive and how to kill."
"Complementing each other's weaknesses and getting what we need—isn't that wonderful?"
Xu Changqing's eyes lit up upon hearing this.
He was worried about not being able to find a suitable instructor—the martial arts masters he had previously invited looked imposing, but when they encountered low-level demons, they were torn to shreds before they could even finish three moves.
But if we really do as Ling Tian says, and let these battle-hardened old monsters personally lead the group...
With that thought in mind, the two immediately set off for the training ground.
As soon as they arrived at the entrance, they saw sword energy crisscrossing the arena, and cold light raining down.
A Taoist priest staggered drunkenly, his wine gourd jingling at his waist. With each step, the aroma of wine filled the air, yet it could not conceal the sharp sword intent emanating from him.
He was confronting someone—the Palace Master of Yaoyue Palace.
That Taoist priest was none other than Dugu Yuyun's junior brother, Situ Zhong.
The "Sword Immortal of Wine," who would later become famous throughout the eight wastelands, was still young at the time, his wildness just beginning to take shape.
On the other side, Yaoyue was dressed in white, her eyes as cold as frost.
Her cultivation of the "Mingyu Gong" had already reached a state of perfection. Benefiting from the power of Heaven, her cultivation level was now almost heaven-defying.
This skill is unpredictable and can devour the opponent's true energy for its own use, making it stronger the more it fights.
Upon reaching the ninth level of cultivation, one can condense a vortex-like suction force around their body. Anyone who enters this area will have their inner energy uncontrollably drawn away, and their power will gradually diminish.
It's practically a living embodiment of the Northern Sea!
Not to mention the "Azure Blood Illuminates the Blue Sky" sword in her hand—an ancient divine sword with a dark green blade only one foot and seven inches long, yet it was incomparably sharp, capable of cutting through gold and jade as easily as slicing rotten grass.
At this moment, she gently exhaled a palm strike, each strike accompanied by a strange buzzing sound, causing the air to distort and tremble, as if the space itself was groaning.
After striking out several times in succession, the surrounding light and shadows swayed, and overlapping phantoms seemed to appear.
Situ Zhong, however, advanced instead of retreating, his steps unsteady and drunken, his hand without a sword—but with a flick of his finger, a silver streak shot through the air!
Sword Control Technique!
The foundation of Shu Mountain is the starting point for countless sword techniques.
From basic sword control to the Myriad Swords Technique, Heavenly Sword, and even the legendary realm of the Sword God, the entire system is interconnected and possesses a majestic aura.
With a flick of his finger, thirty-six flying swords soared into the air and circled around the moon like stars surrounding the moon, instantly weaving a net of swords that pressed down on Yaoyue from all directions.
"boom!"
The palm wind and sword energy collided, exploding into a blinding gale, the shockwave surging and sending pebbles flying from the ground.
Yaoyue gracefully stepped back, her clothes fluttering, her gaze slightly narrowed.
In the past, she might not have been able to withstand this attack.
But right now, the other party is only in their early twenties, while I am nearly forty, and I can only barely keep up?
What's even more terrifying is that the drunkard had a half-smile, clear eyes, and was clearly not using his full strength!
"Interesting." Situ Zhong grinned, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his drunken eyes. "Then let's go for something ruthless."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, and a long howl resounded through the sky:
"Ten Thousand Swords Technique—Arise!"
At this moment, the sky exploded, and ten thousand swords rang out!
High in the sky, countless divine swords burst forth from the clouds, like an inverted galaxy, their cold light cascading down from the sky.
Those sword shadows tore through the sky, moving so fast that they left only afterimages, flashing wildly in the field of vision and falling like a meteor shower crashing down on the earth.
boom! boom! boom!
Each strike carried the power to cleave mountains and shatter peaks, instantly cracking the ground and sending dust billowing into the sky.
Sword energy crisscrossed, weaving a dense, impenetrable net of killing intent, tightly locking onto Yaoyue's figure.
She moved nimbly, her palms swirling with energy, pushing her Mingyu Gong to its limit. Her true energy transformed into a spiral vortex, tearing a path through the rain of swords.
But the Sword Immortal Situ Zhong's momentum was even stronger. His true essence surged like a volcanic eruption. With each breath, the wind and clouds changed color, and ten thousand swords resonated, all locking onto their target—as if the heavens and earth were helping him!
In an instant, the two men's palm strikes and sword intents collided, creating a deafening explosion that shook the valley. The shockwave overturned a ten-foot-tall withered tree, and flying debris like knives.
Immediately, they each stepped back three feet, their clothes fluttering in the wind.
The remaining hundreds of divine swords still hovered and swirled in the air, their blades cold and sharp, humming incessantly. Each one possessed the power to cleave gold and shatter stone, inspiring awe in all who beheld them.
"Impressive!" Yaoyue coughed lightly, a slight smile playing on her lips, but her eyes were filled with shock. "I have been wandering the martial world for many years and consider myself to have reached the pinnacle of martial arts, but I never expected to encounter such a young yet unfathomable opponent as you today."
Her tone was bitter, her heart churning with turmoil.
Once revered as an ancestor in the mortal realm, now, before this cultivator, he is like an ant gazing up at an eagle.
Ling Tian stood to the side, his expression indifferent. In his view, such a disparity was perfectly normal.
Ordinary martial arts train muscles, bones, skin, and flesh, and gain power and courage; while the path of cultivating immortality cultivates the soul, spirit, and primordial spirit, drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The two are fundamentally on different levels.
"Alright." Ling Tian raised his hand to stop them. "Stop fighting. The outcome is already decided. There's no need to waste any more time."
Everyone fell silent, all eyes fixed on him.
"Perfect timing, now you have your chance." His voice was clear and resolute. "Go to Mount Shu, learn the true methods of cultivating immortality, make up for your weaknesses, and undergo a complete transformation. Once you're ready, we'll descend the mountain."
These words caused an uproar in the room.
Some people's pupils constricted, some people's breathing became rapid, and some young people were so excited that they trembled all over—cultivating immortality?
That's an opportunity that so many people dream of! It's a chance to defy fate and break free from the cycle of reincarnation. Who wouldn't want to fight for it?
"So... what do we do next?" a disciple couldn't help but ask, his voice trembling slightly.
Ling Tian narrowed his eyes, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips: "Let's storm the God Realm."
The four words, once uttered, resounded like a thunderclap.
Everyone's expression changed drastically, even Xu Changqing was startled, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"Brother Ling Tian, you...you're not joking, are you?" His voice was hoarse, and he could hardly believe his ears.
Dugu Qiubai frowned deeply. Even though he had challenged all the masters in the world throughout his life, he couldn't help but feel a chill upon hearing these words.
"What's there to be afraid of?" Ling Tian laughed and waved his hand. "I never said I'd lead you up there right now. Do you really think I'm so bored that I'd go and start a war with the Heavenly Court?"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and patted their chests with wry smiles.
Ling Tianxia's smile vanished in an instant, his eyes suddenly sharpening: "But when I said 'to storm the God Realm,' I wasn't bluffing. The God Realm is already corrupt, rife with evil thoughts, and even a madman like the Evil Sword Immortal can hide there. If left unchecked, one day, the demonic tide will descend, and the mortal world will become a hell."
He paused, scanning the crowd: "Therefore, someone has to step forward. And you are that group."