Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone-Chapter 911 - 694: The Arrival of the Pure Yang Daoist Monarch, Five Fingers Like Mountains (Part 2)
All spirits submit, and endless laws are twisting, converging around his body.
"What happened to Sword Island... Sword Island is actually shattered, and you have indeed reincarnated. But your aura has changed greatly, abandoning the Pure Yang Dao and embarking on a completely new path. This is a variable, a great variable indeed, as all things are constantly changing. Only change is eternal. As long as change occurs, all things possess vitality!"
The middle-aged man spoke, his Divine Thought gazing at Lu Xuanji. Some things he saw through, but others he could not decipher.
As for the undecipherable, he felt it was the world's obscuration, the Heavenly Dao's concealment.
Everything once again unfolded as expected.
In those days, he ascended to the Immortal Realm, leaving the Pure Yang Sword in the Lower Realm.
Yet countless eras had passed, and the once mighty Sword Island had fallen to ruin, the things are gone, and the people different. The familiar feeling of the past could no longer be found. Even the Pure Yang Sword he had left behind was broken, leaving only half. Even the Artifact Spirit had reincarnated, starting a new life.
The once familiar Artifact Spirit now seemed very unfamiliar.
Feeling this Artifact Spirit, if not for a faintly familiar aura in his Divine Soul, he nearly could not recognize it.
Somewhat unfamiliar, somewhat inexplicable.
Yet precisely because of this, it felt even more real.
"Greetings, Senior..."
Lu Xuanji cupped his hands and said, "Senior, save me!"
At the brink of life and death, he recalled in the Pure Yang Sword Spirit's memory, a supreme Secret Technique capable of summoning an Immortal's intention to descend, albeit sporadically effective. Luckily, he succeeded in summoning an Immortal's intention to descend.
As for this Immortal, there was a sense of familiarity—it was the Pure Yang Daoist Monarch.
The Pure Yang Daoist Monarch was once an ancient Immortal in the Purple Mansion World. Even after countless years, the Purple Mansion World still bore his illustrious reputation and he had forged the Pure Yang Sword. In the memory of the Pure Yang Sword Spirit, there were many shadows and memories of the Pure Yang Daoist Monarch.
The arrival of this Immortal was indeed a joyous occasion.
Yet thinking of the Pure Yang Sword Spirit's end, and the Immortal's intention mistaking his identity, he could not help but feel anxious.
After all, the Pure Yang Sword Spirit failed to possess him and was ultimately taken down by him.
"Save you?"
The Pure Yang Daoist Monarch's Divine Thought flickered, looking towards the old man, and said, "Eighth Layer of Tribulation Crossing may count as a minor power in the Immortal Realm, but that doesn't justify tyranny. Young one, you better retreat!"
As he spoke, the Pure Yang Daoist Monarch's imposing aura was intimidating, the white sun behind him growing brighter, seemingly ready to unleash a deadly strike at any moment.
The old man sneered, stepped forward, and said, "Pure Yang Daoist Monarch, an ancient and formidable Immortal. If your true self descended, I would be struck dead with a wave of your hand; if you could descend with a clone, you could easily slay me. Unfortunately, under the Immortal Realm Laws' obstruction, you can only send a trace of intention!"
"Senior, how much power do you still have?"
Saying this, he took another step forward, speaking with disdain, "Senior, relying on a trace of intention projection to scare me off is impossible. Legends say refining a trace of an Immortal's intention has great benefits. This junior, not talented, wishes to slay Senior's intention, then devour it to bolster my foundation."
Speaking thus, his aura soared, and destructive light locked onto the Pure Yang Daoist Monarch, eyes filled with a hint of greed.
Enduring numerous ordeals, countless twists and turns, and life and death. To reach this point, one must possess immense courage; timidity cannot achieve Tribulation Crossing Great Power. Towards this Pure Yang Daoist Monarch, there was a hint of fear, but more so a fighting spirit, and endless greed. Take him down, and refine him as part of one's foundation.
The Pure Yang Daoist Monarch nodded, "Not bad, not bad. To reach the Eighth Layer of Tribulation Crossing: destiny, aptitudes, comprehension, and chances are all top-notch. Unfortunately, your life's pattern is as such, the Eighth Layer of Tribulation Crossing is your life's peak and your life's end!"
"As for wishing to become the Ninth Layer of Tribulation Crossing, there's almost no hope!"
"Many refuse fate, wishing to rely on their own hands, to battle for the future, to fight for a new self, to slay for a new future. Alas, in the end, one has the will to kill the enemy but lacks the power to turn the tide. I have traveled my entire life, seeing many talented individuals, thinking themselves extraordinary, but in the end, they were just that!"
"Junior, make your move! Under normal circumstances, you have no chance to become the Ninth Layer of Tribulation Crossing. But by devouring this trace of intention from me, there is a slight chance."
"Senior, take this!"
Though the old man's expression carried disdain, internally he was extremely solemn, cautious to the utmost when striking.
Buzz buzz!
Urging the Secret Technique, the Qi and Blood on his body rose, the immense Vitality Power and endless Life Source within his Qi and Blood activated, pouring into the Treasure Sword in his hands; the Magical Power on his body boiled, an enormous flood pouring entirely into the Treasure Sword.
The Treasure Sword radiated light, and the power belonging to the Immortal Artifact began to activate bit by bit.
The Chixiao Sword, one of the Immortal Artifacts the Young Master brought when descending to the Lower Realm.
To prevent unexpected events, his elder brother let him bring the Immortal Artifact for such contingencies. At the time, he had been somewhat dismissive, "Why use an ox-cleaver for a chicken?" But at this moment, urging the Immortal Artifact, activating the Array Patterns on it, when the aura of destruction rose, there was only gratitude.
The Qi and Blood burned, transforming into immense energy, activating the Chixiao Sword;
The Magical Power burned, transforming into immense energy, pouring into the Chixiao Sword.
The Chixiao Sword's power was forcibly activated up to the Third Layer, the destructive Sword Qi surged, soaring to the sky, its scorching radiance tearing and obliterating all, seemingly returning all celestial laws to the void. The surrounding imperfect Array collapsed, the space distorted, time plunged into chaos.
Destruction and rebirth evolved, chaos and disorder underwent great change.
Grasping the Chixiao Sword, the old man's Eighth-Layer Tribulation Crossing cultivation fully erupted.
No longer playful as before; he entered a peak state, channeling all his Magical Power and Qi and Blood into the Immortal Artifact.
"Not enough, still not enough!"
The old man snorted coldly, feeling it was still insufficient. He began burning his lifespan, which consumed intensely.
One thousand years, two thousand years, five thousand years, ten thousand years... his lifespan burned, consuming up to thirty thousand years.
Tribulation Crossing cultivators have long lifespans, at least ten thousand years.
Such consumption can be said to be monumental.
The Chixiao Sword's power was activated, increasing from the Third Layer to the Fifth Layer, the endless Sword Qi, scorching radiance, destructive aura, endless killing intent, all anomalies dissipating, Returning to the True Self, from splendor back to simplicity, transforming into a red Treasure Sword. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
As if a Treasure Sword forged from ordinary iron.
The old man's aura also changed, no longer mighty and domineering, but ancient and grand, the Treasure Sword in his hand flickered, directly stabbing at the Pure Yang Daoist Monarch.
"Not bad!"
The Pure Yang Daoist Monarch smiled, seemingly praising the junior's commendable effort.
His left hand behind his back, his right hand struck out.
The Treasure Sword clashed with the palm, flying out, the old man also flew backward.
The old man's eyes flashed a hint of terror and reluctance, seemingly not expecting the gap between them to be so vast.
"You're quite good, but only quite good!"
The Pure Yang Daoist Monarch said, "Transform palm into a mountain, suppress!"
Saying so, his right hand transformed, becoming a great mountain, directly suppressing downward.
Boom boom boom!
In the intense roaring sound, directly suppressing the old man beneath the mountain.
The old man struggled, resisted, the great mountain shook, yet he couldn't break free.
Boom boom boom!
The great mountain transformed, initially merely ten meters in size, yet gradually growing larger, eventually becoming a great mountain spanning hundreds of miles, suppressing this Eighth-Layer Tribulation Crossing great power beneath.
The Chixiao Sword flickered, appearing atop the mountain peak, directly sealed, a series of Runes flashing on it, inscribed on the Treasure Sword, the Immortal Artifact gathered dust.
Boom boom boom!!
One struggle after another continued, the earth shook and the mountain swayed, the destructive Qi Force impacted everything, yet to no avail, unable to move the mountain peak the slightest bit.
