Chapter 811 - 387: Maoshan Celestial Master! Zhao Jie Xuan’s Physical Body

Chapter 811: Chapter 387: Maoshan Celestial Master! Zhao Jie Xuan’s Physical Body

Celestial Master of Zhongnan Mountain, Ye Beichen.

No one would have imagined that the youngest Celestial Master of Zhongnan Mountain would appear on this plane, sharing a flight with Zhang Fan.

"Zhongnan Feather Sword!?"

Ming Shenshou’s Primordial Spirit floated in the air, his eyes focused to an extreme, cold beyond measure.

Ye Beichen, a profound cultivator of Zhongnan Sword Dao, has high attainment in the ancestral mystery transmission of the [Thirty-Six Sword Chapters], known as the [Zhongnan Feather Sword], and is also paired with Liu Nanxu as the "Double Sky".

"Lord of the Red Palace, you truly have some nerve, to swagger so openly without leaving Qin Chuan’s realm." Ye Beichen said coldly.

"Is this not putting us of Zhongnan Mountain in your eye!?"

"Zhongnan Mountain!" Ming Shenshou whispered coldly, yet his eyes were filled with a sea of blood and mountains of corpses.

"Nine times breaking mountains and attacking temples, how many of my Non-action disciples have you Zhongnan Mountain killed, and how many experts have died by the hands of my Wuwei Sect’s ancestors?"

The heavy voice echoed like thunder in the ears of Zhang Fan and Li Yishan.

The might of the Celestial Master, as if heaven’s wrath, indescribable, their Primordial Spirits felt as if they were being torn, every inch full of endless pain, like innate reversal, facing the disaster of Red Dust.

"Ye Beichen, having imparted Zhongnan Mountain’s Dharma Lineage, proven yourself in the Celestial Master position, how can you utter such childish words?" Ming Shenshou sneered.

"The rivalry of Daoist Tradition remains undecided, naturally, nothing is forbidden, ignoring others!"

"Good!"

Ye Beichen’s eyes suddenly lit up like lightning in the dark night, cutting through the sky.

"In the rivalry of Daoist Tradition, yet undecided, only life and death determine victory or defeat!"

With the fall of the words, a terrifying aura erupted from three feet above Ye Beichen’s head, filling the cabin with endless pressure.

At that moment, everyone’s Primordial Spirit seemed to shine, akin to firefly light, gazing at the rising moon eastward.

"Celestial Master Primordial Spirit!"

Rumble...

Ye Beichen’s Primordial Spirit emerged out of the body, the surrounding scenes blurred, as if the void was twisting, everything returned to obscurity.

"Great Empty Sword!"

Ye Beichen’s Primordial Spirit was like a sword, sharp and exposed, the void was trembling, every inch seemed to be sliced open, transforming into gleaming sword lights, horizontally killing towards Ming Shenshou’s Primordial Spirit.

"Void Sword Tide!"

Zhang Fan, Li Yishan’s Primordial Spirits trembled, in their sight, countless sword lights suddenly arrived, surging like tidal waves, rivers as dragons.

Heaven and earth blurred, seemed to dissipate, only the unwavering sword lights remained, solely murdering the Primordial Spirit.

"Zhongnan Mountain’s Sword Dao!"

At this time, an indescribable reverence simultaneously rose in the hearts of Zhang Fan and Li Yishan.

In front of the Celestial Master’s throne, even they dared not entertain even a fraction of wild thoughts.

"Hahaha, you claim the title ’Double Sky’ with Liu Nanxu, I’ve already experienced Celestial Master Liu’s Daoist techniques, today let me weigh the worth of your Zhongnan Feather Sword."

Facing such vast sword phenomena, Ming Shenshou laughed aloud.

Suddenly, his Primordial Spirit vibrated abruptly, and in the next moment expanded open.

Ming Shenshou’s Primordial Spirit was no longer human-shaped, like a pot mouth, or a Grotto Heaven, constantly writhing, mysterious beyond mysterious.

"Daoist Divine Techniques, Inverted Pot Heaven!" Ye Beichen suddenly pronounced.

Zhang Fan’s heart shook, hardly able to believe, this Lord of the Red Palace had manifested a divine technique, specifically having Primordial Spirit manifestations as divine abilities.

Previously in Dongshan Province, Ming Shenshou consecutively displayed [Sleeve Universe], [Shrinking Inches], [Size at Will], and [Flying Body Trace]—four divine techniques.

Now, adding [Inverted Pot Heaven], making it five divine techniques combined.

A divine gift, able to awaken is one among ten thousand, each person can only awaken one throughout a lifetime.

Besides anomalies like Li Changgeng who awakened three divine techniques, Zhang Fan had never seen someone gather so many divine techniques on one individual.

Rumble...

Countless sword lights suddenly came, like rivers descending from the heavens.

Ming Shenshou’s Primordial Spirit seemed to open like a pot mouth, swallowing all those sword lights, "Rumble" roared from the depths of the Primordial Spirit, like thunder rolling, vast extraordinary.

"How many divine techniques has this old thing stolen?" Zhang Fan’s heart shook.

This [Inverted Pot Heaven] is too terrifying, specializing in Primordial Spirit manifestation, capable of dissolving all magic.

"Ye Beichen, your sharpness is still lacking!" Ming Shenshou laughed.

The writhing Primordial Spirit suddenly contracted, the sword’s chant moved heaven, countless sword lights spewed from the [pot mouth], like rivers reversing, killed straight back towards Ye Beichen.

Buzz...

Ye Beichen stood motionless, he was both sword and sheathe.

All swords in heaven and earth returned to his body.

Rumble...

Countless sword lights suddenly entered his Primordial Spirit, like stones sinking into the sea, causing no ripple, vanished without trace.

"Good Daoist skill!" Ming Shenshou praised.

"Pole Sword!"

Suddenly, Ye Beichen pointed into the void, forming a sword out of nothing, the sword light dazzling like the great sun, golden brilliance captivating, brimming with vibrant life force.

In the next moment, the pot heaven that Ming Shenshou’s Primordial Spirit had become, violently trembled, a sword light also manifested out of nothing within him, like Taiyin Moonlight, eerily hidden, yet echoed with the golden sword light, resonating in vibration.

Rumble...

Two sword lights, one Yang one Yin, one bright one dark, like virtual and real, like existent and nonexistent, the terrifying resonance about to tear Ming Shenshou’s Primordial Spirit from within.

"Ye Beichen is truly Zhongnan Mountain’s youngest Celestial Master..." Li Yishan’s eyes were filled with deep fear.

Pole Sword, Returning to the Origin Technique, this is Mystical Dao, the orthodox secret transmission.

Achieving this technique, there’s hope for the Realm of the Infinite.

"Good, Ye Beichen, didn’t expect you have cultivated to this point, seems you have gone further than Liu Nanxu." Ming Shenshou let out a long howl.

Suddenly, his Primordial Spirit gave a quick pulse, like a human heart, exuding vibrant vitality.