Chapter 351 ·Breaking the Limits of Heaven and Earth

Night fell like water.

Shen Yue was immersed in the divine technique, unable to extricate himself. The voice of the Sword Demon echoed incessantly in his ears, guiding his sword intent.

This divine technique was called the No-Self Sword Art. It required abandoning one’s past cultivation and sword intent, and reconstructing a no-self sword intent.

The advantage of the no-self sword intent lay in its variability. It could recreate past sword intents, or even create entirely new ones.

This was a sword path divine technique that even the Sword Demon had not fully comprehended. In his own words, if Shen Yue could master it, his future achievements would surpass the Sword Demon.

Shen Yue did not know how strong the Sword Demon truly was, but he had personally witnessed his power.

Originally, he had no intention of cultivating the No-Self Sword Art. However, due to the unfortunate circumstance of his cultivation being crippled, he had no choice but to practice it.

Now that he thought about it, he suspected that everything had been a scheme arranged by the Sword Demon.

It was the Sword Demon who had guided him to this Spirit Mine. Most likely, the Sword Demon knew that the cultivators here were not opponents Shen Yue could handle.

As for the purpose, it was probably that the Sword Demon wanted to see the true might of the No-Self Sword Art.

In Shen Yue’s impression, the Sword Demon was an evil figure of the sword path—his actions bizarre and unpredictable, his temperament fickle.

No matter what, it was thanks to the Sword Demon that Shen Yue had found Yin Jingxing.

As Shen Yue began circulating the mental method of the No-Self Sword Art, his thoughts gradually calmed, and all distracting thoughts were cast aside.

Since childhood, Shen Yue had known he possessed a unique talent—his ability to focus.

Because of this focus, he could achieve twice the result with half the effort in anything he did.

After inheriting the No-Self Sword Art, he had a firm conviction—he would definitely master it. However, he had not voiced this to the Sword Demon.

Having spent so long accumulating experience within this Spirit Mine, he had contemplated the No-Self Sword Art every single night.

Until tonight, although he had yet to fully master it, his understanding of the technique had already reached a deeper level.

What was “no-self”?

Shen Yue believed that no-self was a kind of boundless, grand perspective.

He thought of the Sword Demon’s Dharma Manifestation Domain. In his view, that illusory realm was merely a suppressive method—it was not grand enough.

As Shen Yue entered meditation, strands of spiritual energy surged up from underground, drilling into his body, causing his robes to billow more violently.

At the same time—

On a hillside outside, three cultivators from the Myriad Yin Sect sat around a campfire, discussing major sect affairs.

“The sect is finally preparing to take real action against the Clear Sky Sect.”

“They should have done it long ago. This matter has already spread across the world—it’s disgraceful.”

“That Yuan Li killed so many of our Spirit Sense Realm disciples. If we don’t suppress him, what will happen?”

When speaking of the Clear Sky Sect, they no longer held the previous disdain—only anger remained.

In the eyes of the Myriad Yin Sect cultivators, how could such a small sect like the Clear Sky Sect dare to resist them?

This was unacceptable!

And precisely because of that, the Clear Sky Sect must be destroyed.

As their discussion grew more heated, the night wind beneath the dark sky grew stronger—so strong that the three cultivators sensed something was wrong. They stood up, scanning their surroundings warily, guarding against a possible enemy attack.

“Did you feel that?”

One of them asked with a grave expression, pulling out his magic implement, ready for battle.

Another female cultivator added, “It feels like some kind of sword intent.”

They could sense a faint yet pervasive sword intent surging through heaven and earth, yet they could not locate its source.

Below, the Spirit Mine lay in dim darkness. The slaves rested in their respective tunnels without making a sound. The entire mining mountain seemed silent and oppressive.

The mysterious sword intent in the air continued to intensify. As time passed, violent winds rose, distant trees swayed wildly, and even the mountain beneath the three cultivators’ feet began to tremble.

After a while, one cultivator finally shifted his gaze toward the tunnel where Shen Yue was.

Standing at the entrance, Lin Lingzhou could not see clearly in the night, but he distinctly felt a sharp gaze fall upon him, causing goosebumps all over his body.

He turned his head toward Shen Yue deeper inside the tunnel, feeling anxious.

What was going on with this sudden gale?

He could not sense the sword intent permeating heaven and earth, but he could feel a momentum brewing within Shen Yue. This aura made him both nervous and expectant.

Perhaps after tonight, they might truly escape this place!

At that moment, the sound of footsteps landed behind Lin Lingzhou. Startled, he instinctively turned his head—only to see the tip of a blade pressed against the tip of his nose, freezing him in place.

The Myriad Yin Sect cultivator holding the blade ignored Lin Lingzhou and fixed his gaze on Shen Yue, examining him with a strange expression.

“So it really is you. I didn’t expect you could still cultivate sword intent.”

The cultivator spoke coldly, his voice filled with killing intent.

Shen Yue did not respond, still immersed in the No-Self Sword Art.

……

Late at night, Li Qingqiu was cultivating within his cave dwelling when suddenly a notification appeared before his eyes:

【Due to the Clear Sky Sect having a disciple break both personal limits and the limits of heaven and earth for the first time, strengthening the Dao lineage’s destiny, you have obtained one opportunity to search for a Great Destiny Physique】

Even with his eyes closed, Li Qingqiu could see the notification, prompting him to open his eyes in astonishment.

Who was that powerful?

Breaking personal limits and the limits of heaven and earth—it sounded incredibly exaggerated.

Most importantly, it had granted him another opportunity to search for a Great Destiny Physique.

Although he had already used one before, prior to meeting Yin Jingxing, that first opportunity had essentially been wasted.

Li Qingqiu could not immediately determine who it was, because too many people had the potential to achieve such a feat.

His disciples, Shen Yue, Jiang Zhaoxia, Xu Ning, the Sword Demon, Sword Solitary, and others.

Even Bai Ning’er and Zhang Ping might be capable of it.

However, he felt it was most likely a disciple outside the sect. Without sufficient stimulation and opportunity, such an achievement would be difficult to reach.

Forget it—he couldn’t figure it out!

Li Qingqiu simply stopped thinking about it and directly activated the Great Destiny Physique search opportunity.

Unfortunately, he did not find any Great Destiny Physique and could only continue cultivating.

As the moon set and the sun rose, early the next morning, Li Qingqiu stepped out of his cave dwelling.

At the same time—

On the other side of heaven and earth, in a mountain range far from the Taikun Mountain Range, Clear Sky Sect disciples stood atop various peaks, maintaining strict vigilance. Behind them, disciples from the Heavenly Works Hall were reinforcing formations.

From above, these disciples formed a massive circle surrounding three connected mountains. On those mountains were several teleportation array platforms, glowing with radiant light. Disciples continuously emerged from them, while others streamed toward two of the platforms.

Bai Ning’er and Zhang Ping stood atop one of the peaks. Compared to Zhang Ping’s seriousness, Bai Ning’er sat casually on the ground, scanning the surroundings restlessly, clearly unable to calm his mind.

“Zhang Ping, when do you think the decisive battle will erupt?” Bai Ning’er could not help but ask.

Now also at the Spirit Sense Realm, he had been specially arranged by Li Qingqiu to participate in the battle. He did not understand the Sect Master’s deeper intentions and simply assumed that his cultivation required him to fight.

Zhang Ping looked into the distance and replied, “Perhaps today.”

Bai Ning’er asked in surprise, “The Myriad Yin Sect is that fast?”

“We are even farther from here. Look at how quickly we built these teleportation platforms—the Myriad Yin Sect will only be faster.”

Zhang Ping answered calmly, though inside he was far less composed.

Before setting out, he had convinced himself to contribute to the sect. But upon arriving, a strong sense of unease enveloped him, making him want to flee.

He kept suppressing it, knowing that if he ran from this battle, he would sever all ties with the Clear Sky Sect, with no path back.

Most importantly, this was not a certain death situation. He might survive. He could only repeatedly remind himself of the Sect Master’s kindness toward him.

Bai Ning’er found his reasoning sound. Unlike Zhang Ping, he was not afraid of the battle arriving early—he even hoped it would begin sooner, so he could leave earlier.

He had already accepted a mission to explore the southern Heavenly Nether Sea and planned to head south after the battle.

To him, the ocean had always been mysterious, and his curiosity toward it far exceeded that of the land.

Suddenly, Bai Ning’er’s gaze fell upon a hillside. He raised his hand and pointed, asking in surprise:

“Look—what is that?”