Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao-Chapter 657 - 090 I’ll Send You Off!

"Unity of Heaven and Man, Tao Law originates from the heart."

Xiao Ji Wu unleashed a clear whistle, advancing forward to suppress Zhou Gucheng.

"Only I Am Supreme, with me there’s invincibility!"

Zhou Gucheng spoke softly, yet his voice overwhelmed that of Xiao Ji Wu.

The crowd was astounded.

"Only I am Supreme, with me there’s invincibility, this is Zhou Yan’s Path of Invincibility!"

A cultivator exclaimed.

After Zhou Gucheng softly uttered these words, his spirit rapidly ascended, undergoing an abrupt transformation as if to break free from all the constraints of this breeding ground world.

Every drop of blood in Zhou Gucheng’s body converged, transforming into pathways of Ancestor Thunder Dao.

Various Ancestor Thunder Dao interconnected, deriving into the Ancestral Thunder Divine Pool and the Ancestral Thunder Divine Punishment Array.

Beneath his feet, staircases condensed from the Heavenly Dao appeared, as if he stood on a path paved by the Heavenly Dao, commanding the Divine Punishments and Heavenly Tribulations.

During this process, both heaven and earth shook, and the Star Universe grew dimmer.

"Ancestor Thunder Nine Swords, slaying boundlessly!"

Zhou Gucheng shouted clearly, then unleashed a Tribulation Lightning Sword Dao, making Xiao Ji Wu’s surrounding sun, moon, and stars seem as if they were about to fall.

This move truly wielded immense momentum, such that even sword cultivators of high realms who deemed themselves invincible felt their hearts stirred, knowing even they would be extremely embarrassed facing this attack.

"I always said, Xiao Ji Wu definitely can’t win."

Li Mingcheng spoke proudly with fanatical eyes.

"Even Xiao Ji Wu, a son of the Double Saints, can’t win?"

Some cultivators exclaimed in surprise.

"Only I am Supreme, with me there’s invincibility, this is the Supreme Dao of the Saint Master of Thunder Expansion Sacred Land! We are the inheritors of this lineage, naturally invincible!" Li Mingcheng confidently declared.

"Zhou Yan... including his subordinates, truly unmatched in the world, their divine prowess unmatched. Even a random person from his faction would stir up earth-shattering events. Who can compete with Zhou Yan himself?"

Many cultivators trembled as they spoke, truly shaken by this realization.

"Buzz—"

Suddenly, the void vibrated, and Xiao Ji Wu’s body radiated dazzling brilliance. Zhou Gucheng’s path of slaughter suddenly shattered and broke apart, and all his offensive moves were completely crushed.

Above the void, cascading star rivers descended, blanketing the area in white. Xiao Ji Wu, standing on the Star River with his body surrounded by endless day, moon, and mountains.

Dressed in flowing white robes, he calmly looked at Zhou Gucheng, "Your Dao has not yet manifested the laws of star rivers and sun and moon, we are now evenly matched."

Zhou Gucheng’s surroundings shone brilliantly with stardust, and although his offensive was suddenly crushed, he showed no sign of embarrassment.

Every strand of his hair fluttered, each flutter revealing the essence of Ancestor Thunder secret techniques and Heavenly Punishment patterns.

He bathed in the endless thunder light of the Dao, standing between heaven and earth as if a Thunder God had descended, his aura boundless.

But at that moment, all the energy around him suddenly shattered again, destroyed by his own hands in one fell swoop.

"This—"

The cultivators were somewhat astonished.

They heard Zhou Gucheng calmly say, "Thank you for holding back. This Sword Dao is identical to mine. I’ve grasped ’Star Transformation’ but got stuck on further transformations, while you are the opposite. Once I get out, let’s fight again to mutually verify the nine paths of the Ancestor Thunder Sky Sword."

"Alright. This time, it’s not really a loss for you. It’s just that my realm was able to suppress yours. Whether you will win or lose once your realm improves remains unknown."

Xiao Ji Wu calmly replied.

"I lost, and it’s a loss. There’s no need for any excuses." Zhou Gucheng was quite calm.

Admitting defeat openly, he showed all cultivators a side of the Zhou Yan Faction that was entirely different.

It is only through enduring the hardships of defeat that one can enjoy the joy of success.

Perhaps, Zhou Gucheng, compared to others, can more openly face both failure and success.

Although Zhou Gucheng had lost, everyone saw that he gained a lot and hadn’t really gone all out. What the outcome would be in a real fight was still uncertain due to too many variables.

Yet, it was precisely so that Zhou Gucheng earned the respect of nearly all the cultivators present.

Only at that moment, when Zhou Gucheng personally admitted his defeat, did many cultivators show shock, 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

because this outcome, was also beyond many of their expectations.

Just now, Zhou Gucheng suddenly had the upper hand, how could he suddenly admit defeat?

Some cultivators were puzzled.

But no one knew the shock in Zhou Gucheng’s heart.

In every clash with Xiao Ji Wu, whenever he increased his combat power, Xiao Ji Wu’s power would increase to match. What did this imply? It implied that from beginning to end, Xiao Ji Wu had never shown his true strength, always holding back.

But why he held back, why he suppressed his power yet fought with full force was a mystery.

Zhou Gucheng knew that Xiao Ji Wu would never tell him the reason, and perhaps only at a certain moment, at a certain level, would the reason present itself.

But at this time, even if he asked, Xiao Ji Wu would not say a word.

Hearing the doubts and discussions of the cultivators around him, Zhou Gucheng felt helpless. Because he had indeed lost, the disparity in combat power was even greater than he had imagined.

Moreover, without having fought with Xiao Ji Wu, one could never know how powerful and terrifying Xiao Ji Wu truly was! Zhou Gucheng felt that Xiao Ji Wu possessed a terrifying inheritance that had never been fully revealed! Perhaps, that was his real trump card!

Zhou Gucheng believed that Xiao Ji Wu had the ability to truly battle with Hou Chen and even Hou Chen’s master, Zhou Yan!

He was an extremely terrifying and formidable figure.

His own defeat was not unjust; rather, due to the opponent’s suppressive strength and full effort, his Ancestor Thunder Sword Body achieved Great Success, and his realm advanced to Sword Void Sixth Transformation Perfection, with his foundation completely stabilized—an all-around transformation!

It could be said to be a great kindness.

Thinking of this, amidst the perplexed looks of the crowd, Zhou Gucheng slightly bowed to Xiao Ji Wu in respect.

Xiao Ji Wu’s expression seemed a bit odd, he slightly startled, and then reciprocated the gesture.

At that moment, the voice of the Yin Que Saint once again descended.

"Zhou Gucheng, although this great battle has benefited many talented cultivators, previously, you forcefully killed two talents. Considering it’s your first offense, you are sentenced to be confined in the Desolate Land, suppressed for three months."

Zhou Gucheng nodded slightly.

"Whoosh—"

Suddenly, Zhou Gucheng’s body was bound by the saint’s power, this time the saint directly used Sword Ancestor level strength, clearly wary of any further mishaps.

This force directly sent Zhou Gucheng into the Void, imprisoning him in the Desolate Land.

...

Desolate Land.

"Hmm... oh... ah..."

Mysterious groaning sounds came, soul-eroding and bone-grinding, yet somewhat naively innocent.

Just entering here, Zhou Gucheng immediately felt immense pain; the malevolent aura invading his soul was excruciating.

Fortunately, Zhou Gucheng was accustomed to the pain of self-mutilation, which was a thousand times more intense than this pain, so he didn’t frown at all and naturally walked in the Desolate Land.

Although every step felt like carrying the weight of mountains and rivers, Zhou Gucheng’s temperament was excellent; he saw this as a refining of his body, soul, and will, without any concern.

He followed the sounds and soon found Hou Chen bathing in an extremely perilous area thick with malevolent energy, issuing very comfortable moans.

"Hmm... oh..."

Hou Chen moaned loudly, a sound that made Zhou Gucheng’s stern face twitch a few times.

"You little brat, what are you yelping about?"

Zhou Gucheng couldn’t stand it any longer, this unaware, one might think this place is meant for something else!

He frowned and finally quietly scolded.

"Uh—ah, it turns out to be Uncle Gu Cheng, Uncle you’re here too? Don’t you think this place feels great? Otherwise, why do you think Chenchen deliberately killed someone? It’s just to enjoy more of this place."

Hou Chen’s reply made Zhou Gucheng’s expression turn wonderful.

"Feels great? Great? Though refining the soul with this malevolence isn’t as painful as self-mutilation, it’s still tormenting, right? Does it really feel good?"

Zhou Gucheng was skeptical; he unconsciously relaxed his refinement of spirit a bit, and immediately a streak of malevolent energy invaded his soul, nearly tearing it apart like a thousand cuts.

Zhou Gucheng’s face turned abruptly pale, then he immediately refined his spirit again to block that impact.

That moment of pain from the soul refining felt like it nearly shattered his soul; it was utterly terrifying.

But precisely because of this, Zhou Gucheng seemed to realize something; his gaze intently fixing on Hou Chen, as if trying to see through his capabilities.

"How does it feel, Uncle Gucheng? Isn’t it great? But make sure to act as if you’ve been terribly tortured when you go out; otherwise, if they know we come here to enjoy ourselves, they certainly won’t let us come again. Hehe, how about it, isn’t Chenchen clever?"

Hou Chen said proudly.

Hearing this, Zhou Gucheng almost spat out blood, he thought to himself, those poor cultivators, they’ve really been played by Hou Chen...

"I’m not as tough as you; this place is indeed a dead end for me, quite torturous—Wait, you, you’ve reached Sword Void Seven Transformations Perfection, how so fast!"

Zhou Gucheng spoke, suddenly his eyes widened; he saw that in just that short while, Hou Chen’s realm had unexpectedly transformed slightly further.

He immediately felt like crying without tears—thinking he had finally caught up with Hou Chen’s pace, only to find that the gap had widened again.

"Could it be, that the young master’s disciples are all freaks like this? I, Zhou Gucheng, can’t catch up to the young master’s strength, not to mention his disciple? No, I’m still too weak, I must strive harder!"

"What do hardships and pain count for? If Hou Chen can endure it, so can I! I won’t let this brat take all the benefits; I also want to cultivate here for years! In fact, I’ll just mimic Hou Chen; after cultivating here for three months, I’ll immediately find someone displeasing and decapitate them with one sword, send them on their path, and then come back here to cultivate!"

"I also want to intentionally offend the saint, to be punished to come here! This place is truly like cultivating on a Flying Sword!"

"This place is indeed a dead end for cultivation—a supreme treasure ground!"

Zhou Gucheng thought to himself.

His temperament, unknowingly, had been influenced by Hou Chen’s actions.

And the phrase "I send you on your way" would soon become another high-profile, glorious, and impressive catchphrase of the Zhou faction, following "I invite you to a meal."