Chapter 620 - 351: Surging Undercurrents

Yu Zhengnan nodded solemnly at his words.

"Junior Brother, you’ve supported the Sword Sect for so many years. It’s time I did my part. Now that the Immortal Dao is flourishing, our Qingcheng Sword Sect can no longer accept falling behind."

After speaking, he turned to Yun Hao and smiled. "Junior Brother, you have an immense talent for Thunder Techniques. The Thunderbolt Sword Technique is an Immortal Family magic, so don’t you go hiding in the back."

As taciturn as ever, Yun Hao just grunted in acknowledgment and said nothing more.

Zhao Rui and Yu Zhengnan both knew his personality. This was his way of agreeing.

After the three—no, the two—discussed the details of recruiting and teaching new disciples for the Sword Sect and advancing the practice of Daoist Techniques, Zhao Rui finally took his leave.

He returned to Lincheng City.

When the members of the Zhao Family saw Zhao Rui return, they all breathed a collective sigh of relief. Even though they knew he was fine, they couldn’t truly rest easy until they saw him in the flesh.

"Zhao Rui, has the Immortal Dao truly been opened?"

"Which do you think is stronger, the Martial Dao or the Immortal Dao?"

"Then is there any point in us practicing the Martial Dao anymore?"

The women all started asking questions at once.

The women who were still only in the Divine Void Realm were especially curious, wondering if they needed to switch their cultivation paths.

"The Great Dao has three thousand paths, but all lead to the same destination. At its peak, the Martial Dao can still look down upon all heroes, fearing no practitioner of the Immortal Dao."

As Zhao Rui spoke, a sharp glint flickered in his eyes. His world-defying aura, as vast as an ocean and deep as an abyss, made the women’s breath catch in their throats.

It wasn’t that his presence was oppressive; rather, it stirred the strings of their hearts.

Mo Ling’Er leaped into his arms.

"Immortal Dao, Martial Dao, who cares? As long as I have Zhao Rui, I’m on the royal road. Tee hee."

The other women all smiled. When Zhao Rui opened his arms, they all went to him, snuggling into his embrace.

Watching their son and daughters-in-law, Zhao Jincheng and his wife couldn’t help but smile.

"Go on, go on. Go be lovey-dovey in your rooms."

Hearing this, the women’s faces flushed crimson, and they all quickly pulled away from Zhao Rui’s embrace.

With Zhao Rui’s return, the Zhao Family went back to the way it was.

But the outside world was undergoing earth-shattering changes.

With the disappearance of the Talismans, strange incidents began to spring up one after another all over the world.

Some members of the Demon Sect and Evil Dao had even somehow obtained Demon Cultivator cultivation techniques and begun to practice them in secret.

But they only dared to forge their own paths in the shadows; they didn’t dare to harm the innocent or commit evil deeds.

After all, even with the rise of the Immortal Dao, everyone knew who truly called the shots in this world.

On a small island somewhere in the vast Pacific Ocean of Blue Star, several figures in black stood hovering in the air.

Spiritual Qi fluctuated around them, and they each stood upon a flying sword made of crystal-clear ice.

"You are all sword cultivators—the most powerful attackers in our cultivation lineage. In your opinion, what level of strength would be required to shatter the giant, sky-covering palm from that day?"

Not far from the men in black, an old man with a white beard and hair sat cross-legged on the back of a Flying Beast.

The old man wore monastic robes and had a large string of Buddha Beads around his neck. He was an ancient monk, well into his twilight years.

Nearly a hundred other people surrounded the old monk, all of them cultivators with their faces concealed.

Hearing the old monk’s question, the sword cultivators exchanged glances and shook their heads. One of them said, "Even if we were to cultivate for several hundred more years, I fear we still could not reach that level..."

"That person’s strength is comparable to a True Immortal."

A hush fell over the crowd at his words. Everyone knew who he was talking about.

His name could not be spoken aloud, for to do so was to be perceived by him.

An ability like that was simply divine.