Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 941 - 937: Sword Drawn

Chu Zhiyuan slowly floated up, his feet rising higher and higher off the ground.

His gaze remained fixed on the Bronze Hall, staring at the plaque.

Lu Qingyuan faintly felt that perhaps Chu Zhiyuan recognized the two characters on that plaque?

The two characters should be Phoenix, but they are written in the Divine Language, which they do not recognize.

Could Prince Consort recognize these two characters, or else why would he keep staring at them?

During his observation, his body did not utilize any power, yet he was lifted up.

He must have gained some insight.

Merely two characters, could they really lead to such enlightenment?

Is this the world’s top-tier perception?

Chu Zhiyuan’s body continued to rise higher, from gazing upward at the plaque to looking straight, then looking downward.

His body kept rising until he reached the Phoenix statue.

The surrounding flocks of birds gradually approached him, first one or two flocks circling around him in flight.

Then three or four flocks, then five or six flocks, ultimately all the birds were flying around him.

It seemed as though he had transformed into a Phoenix, replacing the Phoenix statue.

Lu Qingyuan watched, astonished.

This phenomenon also caught the attention of the disciples of the Phoenix Sword Sect nearby.

They hurried over but were blocked by Lu Qingyuan and could not get close.

"Junior Sister Lu, who is this...?"

A young man asked, pondering over Chu Zhiyuan, shaking his head and saying, "He doesn’t seem to be a disciple within the sect, does he?"

Before Lu Qingyuan could speak, another young man said, "Certainly not within the sect, ... exactly what kind of divine figure is he?"

They were very curious, but did not suspect Chu Zhiyuan’s legitimacy.

After all, not just anyone can step into Grotto Heaven, needing a Pass Token.

And the Pass Token must be obtained from the Hundred Affairs Hall, it can’t be acquired randomly.

A young girl softly said, "Isn’t this the Thirteenth Prince Consort?"

"Thirteenth Prince Consort?!"

Everyone looked over in surprise and then looked towards Chu Zhiyuan.

More and more birds gathered around, forming a massive circle that covered the sky.

Flocks of birds surrounded him incessantly in flight, the circle expanding and contracting, constantly changing.

"Is it really the Thirteenth Prince Consort?"

They stared at Chu Zhiyuan continuously.

The name of the Thirteenth Prince Consort Chu Liezhao was extremely well-known within the Phoenix Sword Sect, with almost no disciple unaware.

Even disciples of the Four Great Sects have heard the name.

First, the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique, then the White Cloud Map.

If the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique made them somewhat skeptical and even made them think they could do it themselves, thinking he was just lucky for a while.

Then his understanding of the White Cloud Map made them admire his insight wholeheartedly.

"Junior Sister Lu, is the Thirteenth Prince Consort comprehending the Divine Clan Martial Arts?"

"Yes." Lu Qingyuan nodded gently.

"He has gained some insight!"

"Really gained insight?"

"Otherwise it wouldn’t be so strange, have you ever seen anything like this?"

Everyone discussed, extremely curious.

All wanted to know what Chu Zhiyuan had comprehended, whether it was the Divine Clan Martial Arts.

No one in the world has been able to comprehend the Divine Clan Martial Arts; only Heavenly Persons comprehend the Divine Clan Martial Arts, and then others learn Heavenly Person Martial Arts.

Heavenly Person Martial Arts, though strong, are ultimately just one layer below; if one could directly comprehend the Divine Clan Martial Arts, what would it be like?

Lu Qingyuan placed her white forefinger on her lips, signaling them to be quiet.

Everyone tactfully shut their mouths, staring intently at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan transformed again.

His form became increasingly ethereal amidst the flocks of birds.

As he became more ethereal, a palace gradually appeared in the Void.

A Bronze Hall, shimmering with golden light, identical to the palace below.

The palace initially appeared ethereal and unreal, then gradually solidified, becoming tangible and real.

Everyone was astonished.

Looking again at the palace on the mountain peak, it had already turned ethereal and unreal.

It was as though the Bronze Palace had shifted from the mountain peak to the Void, moved before Chu Zhiyuan.

Under the embrace of the flocks of birds, Chu Zhiyuan approached the palace doors.

The doors opened slowly without wind.

Golden light immediately poured out, enveloping him and the birds.

The birds transformed into golden birds.

The sound of clear chirping arose one after another, growing more and more resonant, resounding across heaven and earth.

In the midst of the chirping, they underwent transformation.

The golden light dyed their feathers gold, continuing to transform them, leading to rebirth.

They became increasingly majestic, their flight more agile and nimble, their eyes brighter and more vivid.

Chu Zhiyuan kept his eyes shut, as if immersed in sleep, embraced by them, lifted by invisible forces, entering the golden light’s gates and disappearing.

Only the Bronze Hall remained suspended in the Void, unmoving, as the golden doors closed slowly.

"What is this...?"

People grew increasingly curious.

What exactly had happened, why were there such phenomena?

People discussed animatedly.

Lu Qingyuan watched intently, silent.

Someone asked her, "Junior Sister Lu, did the Thirteenth Prince Consort comprehend the Divine Clan Martial Arts?"

Lu Qingyuan shook her head quietly.

"Didn’t comprehend?"

"Senior Brother Hu, I’m not sure either, only the Prince Consort knows what it truly is."

"Ah..., it’s so intriguing." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"If he truly comprehended the Divine Clan Martial Arts, could our martial arts reach a higher level?"

"Our current Phoenix Sword Technique was comprehended by Heavenly Persons, is already top-notch, right?"

"No matter how strong the Prince Consort’s insight is, can he surpass Heavenly Persons?"

"What Heavenly Persons comprehend may not suit human cultivation; even if forcefully cultivated, it is significantly diminished, while the Prince Consort isn’t a Heavenly Person, what he comprehends in Divine Clan Martial Arts might suit us better!"

"Hmm, makes sense!"

This concept is fundamental to disciples of the Four Great Sects; they believe they shouldn’t comprehend Heavenly Person Martial Arts, but directly comprehend Divine Clan Martial Arts.

So disciples of every generation diligently strive to comprehend the Divine Clan Martial Arts.

Unfortunately, to no avail.

Now, hope finally arises, as the insightful Thirteenth Prince Consort comprehends, triggering phenomena in nature.

Disciples of previous generations had nothing to show, had never seen such phenomena.

Regardless, it proves he has gained insight, surpassing the comprehension of disciples over generations.

Time passes slowly, as they stare intently at the Bronze Hall suspended in the Void, feeling that days are like years.

...

A clear and loud call suddenly rang out in the sky.

Instantly spreading throughout the entire Grotto Heaven, almost omnipresent.

All disciples’ ears were filled with this call, their blood and energy fluctuated, feeling dizzy and about to collapse.

The Bronze Hall suddenly shone brightly, becoming a small sun.

People had to close their eyes to relieve the burning sensation in their eyeballs.

When people couldn’t wait to open a crack in their eyes, they saw the Bronze Hall disappear and reappear on the mountain peak.

And densely packed golden birds danced in the sky, circling about Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan opened his eyes, stood in the void.

The flocks of birds began to leave.

They had transformed into majestic golden birds, moving with electrifying speed, disappearing in an instant.

Only Chu Zhiyuan stood in the void, like walking on flat ground, slowly drew out the longsword.

Gently swung the sword.

Immediately a clear and loud call rang out, hundreds and thousands of bird shadows suddenly appeared and surrounded him, dancing in flight.

These bird shadows were almost identical to the golden birds that had left earlier.

At a glance, it was obvious they were shadows, not real.

He pointed the tip of the sword at the forest beneath.

The flock of birds rushed towards the forest.

And this forest was where Lu Qingyuan and the others were located.

"Not good!"

"Don’t confront it head-on, dodging quickly!"

"Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

...

Everyone backed away and dodged, though some stubbornly resisted, swinging their swords to meet the attack.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

Amidst the dense sounds of explosions, each bird shadow fell upon the trees, blowing them to dust.

As the sounds of explosions subsided, the forest within a hundred-meter radius had been leveled to the ground.

Among dozens of disciples, over a dozen who resisted were left with tattered clothes, in a sorry state.