msmithbooks Chapter 77 Nascent Soul Grandmaster? Not even enough to fill a tooth gap.
Chapter 77 Nascent Soul Grandmaster? Not even enough to fill a tooth gap.
A rain of azure swords swept across the sky, thousands of sharp sword energies tearing through space with terrifying power capable of cleaving mountains and splitting rocks, crashing down with deafening force. Space was ripped apart layer by layer, fine black cracks spreading across the sky, and a chilling aura of slaughter locked down the entire plaza, sealing off all room for evasion or defense.
In the eyes of everyone in Kunlun, this was a devastating blow capable of crushing Golden Core cultivators and slaughtering all things. It was the supreme killing formation passed down through the sect for thousands of years, with overwhelming power and unmatched might.
Lu Yuan stood with his hands in his pockets the whole time, his posture relaxed and lazy. He stood at the very center of the murderous aura, without even lifting his eyelids. There was no spiritual energy surging around him, and he did not adopt any defensive posture. He was as ordinary as an observer outside the storm.
Only when the rain of swords was dozens of feet above his head, and the aura of destruction pressed down from the sky, did he slowly speak, his tone filled with deep impatience and utter contempt, as if watching a poorly made farce:
"The formation is chaotic and loose, with numerous loopholes in the connection between the key points. The flow of true energy is sluggish and blocked, and the priorities are reversed. The most basic skills of condensing sword intent and unifying sword energy have not been mastered."
He glanced lightly at the seemingly terrifying but actually flawed net of swords overhead, his eyes showing no fear, only utter disappointment.
"Is this the trump card that your Kunlun people have boasted about and been so proud of for generations?"
"In the end, it's just a showy facade, easily destroyed."
Lu Yuan shook his head slightly, his heart filled with a wistful amusement.
Having once ruled the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm and witnessed countless supreme divine powers, he had seen formations capable of shaking stars and suppressing eternity. In contrast, this Kunlun Sword Formation, revered as a supreme treasure in the spiritually barren mortal world, was, in his eyes, crude and utterly insignificant. A group of cultivators, having painstakingly cultivated this ultimate killing technique for a hundred years, hadn't even met the basic requirements for entering the cultivation world—laughable and pathetic.
Faced with the overwhelming killing intent, he finally moved lazily.
There was no disturbance of heaven and earth, no burst of spiritual light, no chanting of incantations, and no activation of even a fraction of Mahayana immortal techniques or the laws of the Great Dao.
Lu Yuan simply raised his right hand slowly and leisurely pulled it out of his pocket, his movements relaxed and casual, as if he were casually brushing away dust in his spare time.
He simply and unremarkably reached out and grabbed at the vast, overwhelming rain of swords overhead.
Om-! ! !
A deep, muffled roar that shook the entire secret realm suddenly exploded.
It wasn't a loud bang from a spell, but a low, trembling sound as if the air in the entire world was instantly sucked out and space was forcibly confined and compressed.
In an instant, the wind stopped, the sword fell silent, and the breath ceased.
The rain of swords that had been howling and destroying everything came to an abrupt halt, and the spiritual energy in the entire square completely stagnated. All the Kunlun cultivators present suddenly stopped breathing, their hearts clenched, their eardrums buzzed, and a sense of suffocation and panic from the depths of their souls instantly swept over their entire bodies.
The air in the entire square was instantly sucked out, and the world suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
The eardrums of all the cultivators present trembled violently, their hearts clenched and pounded wildly, and a suffocating fear from the depths of their souls swept over their entire bodies, making their limbs and bones stiffen.
The next second, everyone's pupils shrank, revealing expressions of extreme terror!
Those thousands of crisscrossing, endlessly killing sharp sword energies, that deadly sword rain capable of crushing Golden Core cultivators and shattering mountains, suddenly froze more than ten meters above Lu Yuan's head!
Time seemed to stand still, space was completely imprisoned, and all the power in the sky was sealed in mid-air, unable to move.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Yuan's loosely clenched five fingers suddenly closed!
Click! Click! Click!
A series of dense, ear-piercing cracking sounds rang out, echoing throughout the entire secret realm!
Countless sword energies condensed from pure true essence, along with the imprisoned and torn fragmented space, were forcibly kneaded, crushed, pulverized, and blended under an incomprehensible, supreme force that surpassed heaven and earth!
The overwhelming sword aura, thousands of killing sword energies, were instantly compressed and condensed into one.
Finally, all the power subsided, transforming into a solid energy sphere the size of a fist, radiating a brilliant blue light, extremely condensed, quietly hovering above Lu Yuan's palm, restrained yet violent.
puff--!
The formation was forcibly destroyed and its source force was brutally extracted. All the Kunlun elites who activated the formation on the square instantly suffered a terrifying backlash.
Dozens of disciples simultaneously coughed up mouthfuls of blood, their meridians shattered inch by inch, their cultivation almost completely destroyed. Like dumplings with broken strings, they fell heavily from the stone pillar one after another, their bones broken and tendons snapped, and cries of agony filled the air.
In mid-air, the sinister smile on the face of the withered wood Taoist froze completely, and the color drained away instantly, turning him as pale as paper.
Cold sweat streamed down his dry, wrinkled face, dripping onto the bronze mirror at his feet with a crisp, soft thud, shattering all his confidence and pride.
His mouth was half-open, his throat was making a hoarse sound, but he couldn't utter a single complete sound. His mind was blank, and his cognition had completely collapsed.
He restrained the rain of swords with his bare hands, and shattered the thousand-year-old killing array with his bare hands!
This is definitely not something that any magical treasure can achieve!
This is the purest and most superior physical strength to crush an opponent! It is absolute power far exceeding the Nascent Soul realm!
Extreme panic instantly engulfed this Nascent Soul ancestor who had lived for hundreds of years. His voice trembled, filled with disbelief and terror: "You...who exactly are you! This world is bound by the Heavenly Dao; it is absolutely impossible for a powerhouse above the Nascent Soul stage to appear!"
"Transformation into a Divine Being?"
Lu Yuan lightly toyed with the violently condensed energy ball in his palm, his tone filled with utter mockery and indifference: "Your understanding of power throughout your life is as narrow and shallow as that of a beggar who picks up trash."
As soon as he finished speaking, he casually tossed it aside.
The energy sphere, which gathered the lifelong cultivation of dozens of Kunlun elites and condensed the power of the entire sword formation, drifted towards the withered wood Taoist in a seemingly slow and harmless arc of light.
But at this moment, the withered wood Taoist was utterly desperate.
The space around him was completely locked, all the laws of the Nascent Soul were frozen, his cultivation could not be activated at all, his limbs and bones were completely stiff, he could not even blink or move his fingers, and could only watch helplessly as the ball of death light magnified infinitely in his field of vision.
Overwhelmed by boundless terror, this invincible Nascent Soul cultivator let out the most heart-wrenching and desperate wail of his life: "Help—!!"
boom!!!
The energy ball exploded the instant it touched the withered tree Taoist!
There was no rampant, violent air current, no earth-shattering roar or tremor.
Lu Yuan precisely controlled all the destructive power, imprisoning all its might within a spherical space with a diameter of three meters.
The destructive energy violently strangles, crushes, and dissolves.
The withered tree Taoist, and the ancient mirror that had accompanied him in his cultivation for hundreds of years, couldn't even put up a moment's resistance and were directly crushed into fine dust.
A gentle breeze swept through, carrying fine dust particles that settled into the cracks between the stones in the square, disappearing completely without a trace.
A venerable Nascent Soul cultivator and the highest authority in Kunlun, he died instantly, his body vanishing without a trace!
The few remaining severely injured elders and terrified disciples in the square witnessed this mind-blowing and overwhelming scene, and their mental state completely collapsed.
Some people were so frightened that their legs went weak and they lost control of their bladders on the spot; some prostrated themselves on the ground and frantically kowtowed for mercy; and many more were so overwhelmed by the extreme fear that they lost their minds and fainted.
Wailing, trembling, and despair enveloped the entire Kunlun Square.
Lu Yuan's indifferent gaze pierced through layers of illusion, ignoring the majestic Kunlun main hall before him. It passed over the overlapping eaves and thick stone palace walls, pierced through the layers of rock and the crisscrossing ancient restrictions, and, like an ancient cold star, locked onto a hidden spatial node in the bottom of the abyss beneath the main peak.
To ordinary cultivators, this place was only quiet and still, but to this Great Ascension Immortal Venerable, in his extreme perception, a strange aura, turbid, stagnant, sinister and heavy, was constantly surging and rising from the depths of the earth. It seeped out along the cracks in the rock strata, entered his nasal cavity, and made him nauseous.
Lu Yuan saw through the source of this aura at a glance.
This is the primordial dragon vein energy upon which this planet depends for its survival, the pure foundation that nourishes the vast land and protects the Chinese people. However, for thousands of years, the Kunlun lineage, which occupies the secret realm, has relied on its remaining cultivation foundation to forcibly break through the earth's veins with evil and secret techniques, and barbarically extract the dragon vein's essence.
The pure and sacred spiritual energy of the earth was wantonly plundered, desecrated, and polluted by them day after day, year after year, to build up their own cultivation and stabilize their sect's secret realm. Over time, the pure dragon veins, mixed with the earth's exhaustion from overexploitation, the hidden pain of the mountains and rivers being squeezed, and the invisible resentment of countless living beings, precipitated and bred into these distorted, filthy, and gloomy strange energies.
Lu Yuan spread his divine sense and clearly perceived the weakness and stagnation of the entire Chinese land vein.
For millennia, Kunlun has possessed unparalleled cultivation in the mortal realm and wielded immense power, yet they have long since betrayed the original intention of cultivators to protect the land and its people. They have retreated into this secluded paradise, shutting themselves off and remaining stagnant, turning a blind eye to the suffering of the world and the turmoil of the land, and ignoring the safety of their nation and its people.
Instead of protecting the land and blessing China, they treat the dragon veins and national fortune of the entire land as their own inexhaustible private treasure trove, endlessly exploiting, overdrawing, and plundering it. They use the foundation of an entire civilization's fortune to support the survival of their sect and nurture generations of selfish and cowardly parasites!
A surge of overwhelming anger, originating from the depths of his heart, quietly crept into Lu Yuan's eyes.
The indifference and nonchalance he had displayed just moments before, crushing all cultivators and annihilating Nascent Soul cultivators, vanished completely. His dark eyes were now completely frozen, and a chilling aura spread wildly from the depths of his eyes, instantly enveloping the small area around him. The surrounding spiritual energy froze, and even the howling winds in the mountains abruptly stopped.
For a celestial being who has witnessed countless ages and protected billions of living beings, stealing the foundation of mountains and rivers, squandering the fortunes of the people and the nation, and indulging in selfish desires are the most despicable and unforgivable sins.
"Stealing the earth's spiritual veins, overdrawing the nation's fortune, to support you bunch of parasites and good-for-nothings who hide in the gutter and eke out a living."
Lu Yuan's voice was deep and cold, each word ringing out with a chilling force, like ice falling from the heavens, carrying an overwhelming rage and supreme authority that left no room for argument.
Before he could finish speaking, his figure suddenly swayed.
Without any earth-shattering phenomena or dazzling escape light, with just a light step, he instantly traversed hundreds of meters of void distance, broke free from the shackles of space, and landed on the dome of the Kunlun main hall, standing proudly in the air.
Beneath our feet lies the core sacred ground of Kunlun, a place that has been passed down for thousands of years. It is the main hall that the entire sect is proud of and that symbolizes supreme majesty.
The palace is magnificent and grand, with exquisitely carved beams and painted rafters. Ancient trees surround it, with white jade steps and glazed tile roofs. The upturned eaves pierce the clouds, creating a majestic, solemn, and awe-inspiring atmosphere. For thousands of years, countless Kunlun disciples have worshipped and paid homage here. The countless incense offerings and generations of reverence have built up the supreme glory of this supposedly sacred place.
In Lu Yuan's eyes, however, this magnificent, solemn, and sacred hall was not a sacred place for cultivating immortality at all, but a sinful prison rooted in the dragon vein of China, absorbing the fortune of mountains and rivers to survive for thousands of years.
He stood tall and imposing, his invisible divine aura spreading out around him, causing the bricks, tiles, beams, and pillars of the entire hall to tremble slightly, and the majestic grandeur accumulated over thousands of years to crumble in an instant.
Lu Yuan slowly raised his right foot, and a wisp of supreme immortal power, refined to its extreme and capable of shattering mountains and rivers and crushing eternity, swirled around the sole of his foot.
This kick was not intended to kill cultivators, but only to shatter a thousand years of hypocrisy and sever the foundation of the stolen meridians.
With boundless rage and eternal divine might, he stomped heavily down on the Kunlun main hall below, which had stood for a thousand years and enslaved the fortunes of mountains and rivers!