Chapter 45: The Divine Sword

  Nine stocks of mighty momentum burst forth, stirring the unnamed pathways of the Qingyun Valley's vast earth. A bolt of lightning, as thick as a water bucket, suddenly materialized in mid-air with a deep purple hue. In the space between heaven and earth, only one sound remained - the thunderclap that pierced through the void, almost reaching into the very souls of all present.

  Pfft——

  A flash of lightning struck the dark yellow giant hand, and a burst of green smoke rose, filling the empty space, accompanied by a mournful scream.

  "Ninefold Punishment of the Azure Clouds!"

  In the void, a hidden figure let out a loud roar, and two dark yellow giant hands suddenly appeared out of thin air, tearing apart the sky on both sides.

  "The Dao pattern, it turns out that the legendary Zhongzong Dao formation of Qingyun Sect is actually the Qingyun Jiufa formation, which has been imprinted on this land of Qingyun Valley all along."

  "The Azure Cloud Nine Punishment Formation, gathering the power of nine peaks, is said to be able to shatter the void and shake heaven and earth!"

  The Qingyun Valley was in an uproar, with the seventeen generations of disciples crying out in surprise. The White Jade Dao Platform descended to the ground, and Qitian used his sword as a crutch to support himself, barely managing to prop up his body.

  "Junior brother!"

  Yun Fei supported him, Qi Tian shook his head, sat down with his legs crossed, and a sharp aura gathered around his body as he looked up at the sky.

  At this moment, the master of the nine peaks stood on top of the sky, his right palm pressed against the void, above the nine heavens. A purple cloud gathered, covering a hundred miles, lightning flashed like a dragon in the clouds, emitting waves of formless dragon roars, as if it had gained spirituality.

  "Heaven and earth have no bounds, heavenly thunder rectifies the law, purple clouds and heavenly thunder, destroy all evil, descend!"

  Zi Lei Peak's main voice was like thunder, resonating through the void. In an instant, hundreds of lightning dragons descended, their majestic aura shaking the heavens. The power of the thunder was overwhelming, and the dark yellow giant hand that seemed to want to tear apart the sky was instantly engulfed by the lightning.

  "Qingyun Sect, you are seeking a life-and-death struggle with me!"

  A sound like a mountain collapse, in the empty space, suddenly rippled out a faint wave, not air, as if the entire void was trembling, a terrible power was brewing.

  "Dongshan Wang, you're just a demon cultivator who's barely become king. You dare to make an enemy of my Qingyun Sect in the Eastern Divine State? This is seeking death! Qingyun Nine Punishments, come out for me!"

  Ming Bing Dao Ren stretched out his hand to capture, the majestic momentum of the nine peaks converged into one, transforming into a crimson giant hand that covered the sky and sun, instantly piercing through a void.

  Buzz——

  Distorted void, a dark yellow figure emerged in a sorry state.

  This was a middle-aged man, clad in dark yellow brocade, with yellow hair hanging down to his shoulders, and a face as dull as earth, yet crystal clear. He stood at the top of the sky, and even though his body was disheveled, he had an aura that was as majestic as a mountain range, dominating the void. Except for a few elderly people, everyone else turned pale, and there was a thick, eerie atmosphere that filled them with trepidation.

  "Qingyun Sect, you have taken my spiritual cave and destroyed my descendants. I, the king, swear to never rest until we settle this score! However, since you have set up your Dao array today, I will retreat for now. The Qingyun Nine Punishments are nothing but a mere formality!"

  The next moment, Dongshan Wang burst out laughing. His body gradually faded away, and in the void, a drop of dark yellow demon blood floated, flickering with an uncertain divine light.

  "Demon Blood Transformation! This is the Demon King's cultivation, I didn't think he would actually become the Demon King!"

  Above the sky, Ming Bingdao frowned, nine people fell from the cloud platform, and the momentum dissipated. However, in the entire Qingyun Valley, there was an unprecedented silence, with no one making a sound.

  "It's all over."

  After counting his breaths, Ming Bingdao opened his mouth, and the nine peak masters disappeared into thin air at the same time.

  It's all over!

  Everyone was stunned, and Jiufeng Xiaobi simply ended like this?

  Many people feel that something is amiss. Three years ago, the Valley Master of Medicine Valley descended upon us, and the Grand Competition of the Nine Peaks was not interrupted. However, today, a single demon cultivator came to cause trouble, and the Small Competition of the Nine Peaks ended abruptly without reason. This seems somewhat inexplicable, as if there is some hidden secret lurking beneath the surface.

  Pfft——

  Lei Gang spat out a mouthful of inverted blood, and was supported by several Purple Thunder Peak disciples. He coldly gazed at Qitian, saying: "Today I couldn't suppress you, but there will be another chance in the future. Today, consider it your lucky day. Let's go!"

  "Not bad, the sword path has already been cut off at the top, and the so-called Innate Sword Body is just a desperate struggle. You need to see the big picture! Don't think that just because you have an Innate Sword Body, you can ignore the difference between big and small. Any one of us can easily suppress you!"

  Yun Bi's eyes sparkled with cold laughter, her face was as beautiful as a celestial being, her body emitted a sweet fragrance, surrounded by a halo of light, like a heavenly goddess, high above, she only glanced at Qi Tian with one eye, and didn't even bother to look at Yun Fei.

  Seven people left, only Bu Qing Tian stood alone on the ground, looking at Qi Tian with a calm expression, as if he was an ancient pool without ripples.

  "Give you one year!"

  He stepped into the blue sky and left, as if he had detached himself from the mortal world. He was vague and uncertain, and after a few breaths, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

  The seventeenth generation of people dispersed, and the Cloud Platform also gradually emptied. Qi Tian walked slowly, his sword body having experienced the Xuan Lei Tribulation, its sharpness entering his body. Although he was suppressed, he was not seriously injured, and by now he had recovered more than half.

  Yun Fei's face was solemn, and he remained silent for a while before speaking: "Terrible!"

  He nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming like two pieces of black jade, without a hint of fear. Yun Fei looked at him as if he were looking at a divine sword, with an endless sharpness, and felt a deep and profound sword aura.

  Stepping onto the Sword Peak, the purple bamboo forest is as calm as ever. Re-entering this bamboo forest, Qitian subtly feels a difference, perhaps due to his improved cultivation and transformation of his sword intent. This bamboo forest seems even more spiritual than before, with every drop of dew seemingly containing spirituality.

  "Junior brother, you have this feeling too."

  Qitian nodded and said: "Seeking immortality and asking about the Tao is transcending, it requires going against the flow upwards. I didn't understand before, but now I have some understanding. This is probably due to differences in innate abilities."

  "The difference in vitality," Yun Fei muttered to himself, nodding his head, "Not bad. As a cultivator of the Dao of Immortals, I go against the Heavenly Way, follow the Great Way, seek the eternal life, and step into the gate of the immortal realm. The purpose is to have vitality. With vitality, there are endless variations and infinite possibilities."

  Two people sat in front of the Jing She, Zizhu brewed a mouthful by mouthful, half a year's time, buried in the sword pool, they did not smell any wine.

  At night, the two were slightly drunk and fell into the temple, without practicing.

  At dawn, two wine swords fell into the wine house, splashing both people's bodies.

  After burning an incense stick, the two stepped into the Sword Pavilion and clearly saw a Taoist sitting cross-legged without drinking wine.

  Without seeing any movement from Ming Dao Ren, the two meditation cushions were pulled by an invisible force and fell in front of the two people.

  "This is an object of divine authority."

  Yun Fei's eyes lit up and he said, "Master, can we start practicing the sword mantra now?"

  Ming Jian saw the Taoist glance at him and said, "Follow me."

  Ming Jian saw Dao Ren stand up and almost took a step out of the sword pavilion. Qi Tian and the other person exchanged a glance, stood up and chased after him.

  Scripture Pavilion

  In the central jade platform, one could clearly see a Taoist standing in front of it. With a concentrated gaze, he looked up at the sky. At first, when he had just entered the Scripture Storage Pavilion, he couldn't even look straight at it. Now that he had stepped into the Sword Embryo Realm, he was able to see it clearly.

  "Way of the Sword!"

  He let out a low cry and suddenly found himself standing on the Central Jade Stage, where he saw a sword with an open mouth.

  These swords all exuded a sharp and fierce aura, at first glance, they seemed to be pillars holding up the sky, standing between heaven and earth. Clearly visible were the Daoist's hands waving, and the invisible forces surrounding them instantly dissipated, with an ancient atmosphere permeating, unknown how many years it had existed.

  A single sword move, apart from its sharpness, the two of them could no longer feel anything else, only a strange aura that was impenetrable and impossible to measure.

  Yun Fei exclaimed in surprise: "Master, what about the sword manual?"

  The Taoist pointed with one hand and said, "They are all here."

  "These are indeed the Sword Techniques?" Yun Fei swallowed his saliva, "How should I cultivate them."

  "By the divine sword!"

  Ming saw Dao Ren drink a mouthful of wine, turn around and leave, disappearing into the Cang Jing Pavilion in just a few steps.

  "Master——"

  Yun Fei rolled his eyes and turned around, looking bitter as he said: "I also know the Divine Sword, but there's no way to cultivate it."

  He stood still for a long time, without speaking. At this moment, the two yin-yang fish in his eyes seemed to appear and disappear, with a divine light shining through. In a deep voice, he said: "The divine is thought!"