Chapter 580 - 579: Sword 13 Confronts the Door Spirit

Chapter 580: Chapter 579: Sword 13 Confronts the Door Spirit

After the powerful explosion, the Celestial Book Tomb returned to tranquility.

The Demon Cultivators slowly approached once more, eager to know if the door had been broken open.

If it had, that would be for the best; they could also slip inside and try their luck.

But soon, they were disappointed.

The Bitter Demon Cultivator was half-kneeling before the stone gate. He had done his best, but in the end, he could not budge the door even an inch.

The other Demon Cultivators had wanted to offer some comfort and, while they were at it, tell the Bitter Demon Cultivator that only a Tier Nine expert could break this door.

But the Bitter Demon Cultivator’s next words startled them, leaving them in utter disbelief.

"Dad." This was the word the Bitter Demon Cultivator uttered, his head bowed.

This was the most humiliating moment of his life.

But he had no choice but to accept this humiliation.

To survive and comprehend a higher Realm, he had to get inside.

If this was the price, then he was willing to pay it.

His time was running out. At most, he only had a few years left to live.

If he didn’t achieve a breakthrough in those few years, his death was certain.

And this place held the opportunity for a breakthrough. He could not give it up.

In the end, the Bitter Demon Cultivator went inside.

The other Demon Cultivators were baffled, completely unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Why?

’A living legend, the proud and arrogant Bitter Demon Cultivator, actually called the door "Dad" just to get in?’

They all looked at one another, but none of them could understand.

But they still couldn’t bring themselves to say the word.

Soon, as time passed, more and more people arrived. None were Low Tier; most of the newcomers were Tier Six or above, and a great many of them were nearing the end of their lifespans.

Only those whose time was nearly up were willing to call the door "Dad" to enter. The rest simply watched from the sidelines.

The original group of Demon Cultivators was dumbfounded.

Demon Cultivator Yun Xiu said, "Did something happen that we don’t know about? I have a bad feeling about this. Why are so many seniors here—both Daoist and Demon Cultivators?"

Demon Cultivator Yaoyan added, "I feel the same way. Something’s not right here. That Daoist Cultivator, Dong Li, also went in all of a sudden. It’s as if something inside is drawing them in.

No, I have to ask around."

Soon, Demon Cultivator Yaoyan found his answer.

The moment he heard it, he exclaimed, "Impossible! That’s absolutely impossible!"

"What is it?" The other Demon Cultivators nearby wore strange expressions.

’What could have happened to make him cry out like that?’

Finally, Demon Cultivator Yaoyan said, "I have news. They say there will be a mass enlightenment inside the Celestial Book Tomb, and those at Tier Six or above will be able to perceive the workings of heaven and earth."

Everyone was stunned the moment they heard this. After all, there were Tier Six cultivators among them.

And even for the Tier Five cultivators present, a single moment of enlightenment would bring immense benefits.

But the claim was too outlandish. To borrow Demon Cultivator Yaoyan’s words, it was absolutely impossible.

Demon Cultivator Yun Xiu asked, "Did they say when?"

Demon Cultivator Yaoyan replied, "Tomorrow."

This time, they all fell silent. ’If this news is true, should we go in?’

’Of course we should.’

But the whole thing was just too incredible to believe.

If they went in now and it was true, it would be worth it. But if it was fake, that was another story entirely.

Not only would they have called the door "Dad," but they would have been made complete fools.

Those nearing the end of their lives might not care, but they had to.

Now they understood why so many of those with little time left had gone inside: it was a chance to survive.

If it were true, who would be willing to miss out?

Even if it was likely fake, as long as there was even a sliver of a chance it was real, those people would go in.

Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. The fact that this rumor was circulating among Tier Six cultivators, but rarely among the Low Tiers, was enough to suggest it might be true.

That’s why so many of those nearing death had entered without hesitation.

Because of this news, both Daoist Cultivators and Demon Cultivators continued to appear.

But most of them were just watching, the main issue being the entrance requirement.

If not for the absurd entrance requirement, they would have gone in long ago.

Everyone who knew each other began to discuss it.

"If this is a hoax, it’s one for the ages."

"But if it’s real, it would be a blessing for the entire Cultivation Realm. Missing out would be a lifetime of regret."

"But that Door Spirit won’t budge. It only yields to Tier Nine. Tier Nine is an unimaginable level of existence; it’s debatable whether such people even exist."

"Forget Tier Nine—not even a Tier Eight has shown up. But if a Tier Eight really were to arrive, that would be interesting."

"Yeah, Tier Eights are practically never seen. But it would be awkward for them if they came, especially when faced with a Door Spirit that doesn’t give a damn. That would be even more awkward."

"Have you guys ever considered this? If a Tier Eight senior arrives, should we make ourselves scarce? What if he’s dead set on getting in, and also dead set on making sure no one knows how he did it?"

Uh...

They were all stunned by the thought. That would be really dangerous indeed.

And just at that moment, a streak of sword light descended from the sky. It carried a terrifying aura, compelling everyone present to turn and look.

The sword light shone with a dazzling radiance that no one dared to ignore.

In the blink of an eye, the sword light vanished.

After the sword light faded, two people appeared at the foot of the Celestial Book Tomb.

A man and a woman.

They might not recognize the woman.

But they definitely recognized the man: Jian Shisan, who had recently reached Tier Eight Inquiry.

Yes, a Tier Eight had arrived.

The Demon Cultivators all stared at Jian Shisan, sensing that a good show was about to begin.

’Even a Tier Eight will still have to call it "Dad."’

One couldn’t expect any noble thoughts from Demon Cultivators, so they were all waiting to see Jian Shisan make a fool of himself.

Even if they didn’t get to see him say "Dad," they wanted to at least watch him be rebuffed.

’Worst comes to worst, when he’s about to say it, we can just move farther away.’

’Staying alive is still important.’

The new arrivals were indeed Jian Shisan and Yue Xi.

As soon as they arrived, Yue Xi asked curiously, "Why are all these people here but not going in? Weren’t we told the Celestial Book Tomb was completely open?"

The Demon and Daoist Cultivators present were mostly unfamiliar with Jian Shisan, so they all kept their heads down and stayed hidden.

This made it awkward for Jian Shisan and Yue Xi to approach them for questions.

But asking wasn’t necessary. They would find out just by going over to take a look.

Sure enough, when they walked up to the Door Spirit, they understood.

’Call it "Dad"?’

’How could any self-respecting cultivator bring themselves to say that?’

Yue Xi looked at Jian Shisan. She didn’t know what he was going to do.

But she would never allow Jian Shisan to actually call it "Dad."

’This is just insulting.’

Jian Shisan, however, seemed unfazed. He walked up to the Door Spirit and said, "Fellow Daoist, could you open the door?"

He completely ignored the words on the door.

The others admired Jian Shisan for his nerve.

The Door Spirit’s voice instantly rang out. "Tier Eight? Big deal. If you’re not Tier Nine, you call me Dad.

Call me Dad."

Yue Xi glared at the Door Spirit. ’This Door Spirit needs to be taught a lesson.’

’However, there are many marks and a lot of residual energy in the area. It looks like plenty of people have tried to attack it.’

’But with no success.’

’If anyone had succeeded, there wouldn’t be so many people hiding outside.’

A faint aura of the Sword Dao began to emanate from Jian Shisan. Forget him saying the word—he would never allow his junior sister to be forced to say it either.

’It’s just a door.’

’It cannot stop me, Jian Shisan.’

’And it certainly won’t block my junior sister’s path forward.’