Chapter 567 - 242: Heavy as a Mountain, Sword Transforms into Seven Stars

The sect’s ancient texts were scattered, and the masters and elders perished in that battle. It’s unknown where to find the second half of the technique.

After considering and investigating deeply, Venerable Yuxiao thought the most likely place for the Shenxiao Sect’s inheritance to appear could be the Inner Garden of the Great Li Imperial Palace.

Fubo Island, as the culprit of that battle, was also the greatest victor.

Surely it possessed many spoils of that battle.

In light of this, Venerable Yuxiao always waited silently for an unmatched opportunity.

Seizing fortune was one thing; overturning the Great Li Dynasty was the true objective.

It was connected to the foundation of his path to enlightenment.

He had the patience and the determination.

The old ghost of the Ji Family wasn’t dead yet, but he would die eventually.

Unable to defeat him personally, someone else would.

Then he too would taste the bitterness of betrayal and entrapment.

Beneath the jade steps, a woman with chains around her neck, appearing like a dog or a fox, lay on the ground, allowing herself to be fortunate...

Two female Daoists, wearing only Daoist crowns, were similarly unclothed...

Offering wine and food, their faces filled with smiles.

"Old immortal, please drink to victory..."

The woman on the left smiled coquettishly, trying her utmost to ingratiate herself.

The woman on the right, however, had a cold expression, with defiance hidden in her brow, coldly saying: "Old immortal, if you do not go to the battlefield now, those Shenxiao Sword Sect disciples may be inadequate and suffer severe casualties."

"Silence!"

Venerable Yuxiao’s white eyebrows slightly raised, his ringless finger of the right hand holding a string of blood-red cherries suddenly flicked, and purple lightning flashed.

Crackle...

Lightning surged, jumping onto the body of the cold, bare woman.

The coldness on her face hadn’t fully faded; a flicker of fear passed through her eyes, as her flesh turned to ash, silently falling to the ground.

The wind rose, scattering the black ash.

Ah...

The dozens of women lying on the ground saw this scene and trembled like leaves in a storm.

A few even left suspicious stains beneath their feet.

Frightened to the point of urination.

Isn’t it said, everyone plays their own role?

Some play dogs, some play foxes, some play pigs, and some play cows.

Of course, some portray wisdom and strength, while others project purity and grace.

Yet, whatever character or image, whatever means used to please Yuxiao...

None could avoid being turned to ash by lightning when he was in a foul mood.

It’s said to accompany a monarch is to accompany a tiger.

What’s the feeling of accompanying such a neurotic insane Daoist?

Only the pile of scattered black ash on the ground would know...

"Continue the music, continue the dance, come, serve Daoist grandly, and benefits shall be yours."

Venerable Yuxiao seemed as if he hadn’t just killed, his manner entirely tender, placing the crimson cherry into his mouth, biting until blood-red juice oozed out, his expression mad and unrestrained.

Nurture my three-point wickedness, forge the indestructible body of divine thunder.

He did not know how to refine the Cultivation Technique; merely used the fiercest, most evil killing intent to cultivate the utterly strong Purple Sky Divine Thunder.

Once this thunder is released, all evils retreat.

Commanding thunder, commanding swords, commanding people, commanding myself.

"Master beseeched me."

A startled shout echoed faintly with the mountain wind.

"Boom..."

At this moment, a figure rushed through numerous mountain streams like a flying stone and arrow, crashing against the back palace gate with a bang.

And fell before the jade steps.

Once a majestic face like moonlight flowing over treasure, now twisted blue and purple like a malicious ghost.

The body twisted into a chaotic corkscrew shape.

The bones had seventeen or eighteen places piercing the skin, and blood burst out like a fountain.

It was none other than Qin Dongliu, Sect Leader of the Shenxiao Sword Sect.

Now he was at the brink of death.

"What?"

Venerable Yuxiao’s body erupted with lightning, breaking through the hall roof, shaking the mountain peak.

Amidst the purple glow, the entire rear mountain seemed to plunge into a purple ocean.

Those "female disciples" all prostrated in fear, leaving the ground patchy with flowers...

"Who dares harm my sect members, courting death."

Venerable Yuxiao shouted angrily, not even sparing Qin Dongliu a glance, and his figure, like a rocket, exploded with a bang, transforming into a lightning bolt soaring into the sky.

His robes flapping.

The old Daoist’s eyes opened and closed, purple light shooting three zhang, scanning the mountains.

Then he saw on the forefront mountain soldiers of the Primordial Army charging up like ants.

Also saw a scene where two women and one man, like tigers entering a flock of sheep, slaughtered and purged the Shenxiao Sect disciples.

The familiar aura dwindled.

Even, Yuxiao could sense the despair and reproachful thoughts of Mingfa and Minghe as they died.

"My disciples, your deaths were so bitter."

Venerable Yuxiao roared.

A long sleeve shook the sky.

An ancient sword enveloped in purple patterns suddenly pointed skyward.

"Decree, level the mountains with ten thousand thunders..."

This guy’s first move was a grand one.

Not even considering the life and death of those disciples.

The sky darkened then brightened, countless gold, fire, earth, wood, and water thunders descended simultaneously.

Thunder rolled down the mountains like rain.

These lightning mutually supported and countered, forming a continuous sheet.

Encountering mountains, it exploded; hitting water, it stopped the flow.

Within the five-colored lightning, centered at Chen Ping, the layered lightning surged like ocean waves.

One wave hadn’t finished, another began anew.

The sky seemed like it’s been punctured.

The five-colored lightning fell like it was free.

Initially, you could see distinct pillars of light cascading like rain.

After two breaths, only a sheet of lightning slurry seemed like water.

"Well done."

Chen Ping’s eyebrows jumped fervently.

He underestimated an old Divine Martial Realm master.

He now understood, after the Divine Martial Fourth Layer, Mid-Stage Divine Martial was already True Essence Qi Gathering and Liquid Transformation, commanding quantities of quality change, further able to command the earth and heavens, divine sense activating, moves like the sky collapsing.

But without experiencing it firsthand, merely hearing and observing from afar the actions of the Divine Martial Realm, one could never grasp its formidable aspect.

Previously, when performing, he used the realm suppression to crush Mingfa, Minghe, and others like a mountain pressing an egg, utterly effortlessly.

Now, he felt the difficulty of being similarly suppressed by someone else’s realm.

He just felt that opposite, Venerable Yuxiao seemed far but was very near.

His divine sense locked, lightning gathered, not just intending to blast him to death, but also enveloping Ji Mingyue, Han Xiaoru, and Yuk Zhixian.

Moreover, that lightning swirled like ocean waves, lifting rippling waves towards his soldiers at the mountainside.

The intention utterly malicious.

To trap everyone together.

"Coiling Dragon..."

Chen Ping didn’t hesitate, charged forward instead of retreating, with golden light covering him like an ocean.

A giant dragon-shaped light shadow from illusion became reality, covered the entire mountain, swirling around, protecting Ji Mingyue and the others beneath.

His sword edge unsheathed, and the Black Dragon Sword sang without wind, cutting through in a sharp wail, forming a dim sword light.

Sword light released, within the gray haze, black and white colors emerged, generating a myriad of stars.

Ultimately, seven bright stars about the size of baskets suddenly shined brilliantly.

Wind and clouds surged, a single sword transforming into a hundred swords, a thousand swords, roaring explosions all around, countless thunders collapsed simultaneously.

"Heh..."

Step by step, Chen Ping advanced with each sword, the sword’s momentum like light, like fog, surging forward.

The mountain ahead crumbled, rivers diverted, within a breath, he arrived before Venerable Yuxiao.

Primordial Seven-Star Sword...

Heavy as mountains, the sword transforms into seven stars.

Expert at breakthroughs.

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