Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 971 - 967: Second Grade

Lu Tiansu’s life was vividly displayed.

The complete experience of a lifetime, like a flood bursting through a dam, poured into his mind.

He didn’t know that the past life’s memories of the Great Sky Demon were so clear and complete.

They seemed even clearer than his current life’s memories, like a movie spanning thousands of years.

Yet these thousands of years of experiences were absorbed by him in an instant, truly unfathomable.

The marvel of the brain, the wonder of consciousness, whether human or Demon Clan, both remain far from fully understood.

The aura around him gradually changed.

The seriousness in his eyes dissipated, slowly restoring to its original gentle harmony.

At this moment, outside the hall atop the mountain peak where Qingwu Sword Sect was located, Fu Zheng and Li Yuzhen paced back and forth on the square beneath the steps outside the hall.

The bright sunlight poured down.

The White Jade paved square was spotless, as they paced back and forth across it.

Several masters of Qingwu Sword Sect accompanied them, occasionally glancing at the hall’s entrance.

The Bronze Hall gleamed with golden light, like a massive golden beast lying there.

The plaque bore the large characters "Qingwu," shimmering in an ink-green hue under the sunlight.

This hall is the entrance to Qingwu Cave Heaven.

Beneath the thirty-six steps to the hall, there is an expansive, flat White Jade Square, spotless.

A gentle breeze blew by, with the fragrance of grass and wood refreshing the senses.

Fan Yuxuan, wearing a green dress, approached the two women and said softly, "You two ladies should go have some food."

Fu Zheng said, "Sister Fan, we’re not hungry."

Li Yuzhen nodded, "Miss Fan, you go rest and don’t trouble yourself by accompanying us."

"No need to worry, ladies, the Prince Consort will be fine."

"I’m not worried about any harm coming to His Highness," Fu Zheng paused: "I just didn’t expect it would take this long. His Highness has never pondered for this long."

Fan Yuxuan said, "The longer the contemplation, the greater the harvest."

Li Yuzhen shook her head slightly, "Also possible that nothing is coming out of it, the method is off."

At this time, within Qingwu Cave Heaven, atop another mountain peak, there was a hall almost identical to the one outside.

Inside the hall, Chu Liezhao sat cross-legged with Xu Yuhuo beside him.

Two elders of Qingwu Sword Sect sat in the corner of the hall.

In the center of the hall was a stone wall, ten meters long, and twenty meters high, painted with a tree.

To the naked eye, it seemed like an ordinary tree, casually carved onto the wall.

The stone wall’s material also seemed ordinary, eroded by the ages.

When Chu Liezhao first saw it, he didn’t immediately suspect Qingwu Sword Sect of playing tricks on him or having made a mistake because he quickly realized this was not a tree, but a piece of Divine Language.

Such is the mysticism of Divine Language; its form can be words, a painting, a scene.

Since sitting on the cushion before the stone wall, Chu Liezhao had kept his eyes closed, never reopening them.

Without eating or drinking, motionless, as if he’d fallen asleep.

He had given prior instructions, so although Xu Yuhuo and the others were worried, they dared not disturb him.

Eating, drinking, relieving oneself—all done quietly, leaving soundlessly.

Chu Liezhao remained in meditation, breathing long and slow, persistently in a peculiar state.

A month’s time unknowingly passed.

In the defiant Leng Tieya, after accepting the Great Sky Demon Lu Tiansu’s past life memories, his body suddenly trembled.

Xu Yuhuo and the two Qingwu Sword Sect elders, previously worried, instantly became energized, hurriedly paying attention.

Chu Liezhao’s clothes began to slowly inflate, like a ball being filled with air, growing fuller.

He gradually levitated.

As if an invisible power was lifting him, slowly rising, from the ground to a foot high, then to a meter high.

His body seemed weightless, like a speck of dust suspended in the air, sitting cross-legged a meter high.

Xu Yuhuo turned to look at her two peers.

They exchanged glances.

An elder considered for a moment and said softly, "Is this a breakthrough of the Realm?"

"Breakthrough?" Xu Yuhuo’s clear eyes widened.

The elder nodded, "Junior Sister Xu, do you feel his aura has changed?"

"...It indeed is different." Xu Yuhuo slowly nodded: "Could it be that he’s progressed to the First Transition?"

"Very likely." Another elder nodded slowly: "Truly extraordinary."

They had never heard of such rapid progress in cultivation.

After achieving Venerable status, advancing through each Transition takes hundreds or even thousands of years of effort.

A decade to achieve a Transition denotes a prodigy among prodigies, and this Prince Consort, how many Transitions has he achieved now?

At least one more than the rest of them, at least four Transitions, now progressing another, the Fifth Transition is basic, even the Sixth Transition.

The thought alone is terrifying.

Li Miaotan carries the Phoenix Bloodline and will be the world’s foremost martial artist someday, and this Prince Consort may not be any weaker.

Chu Liezhao suddenly opened his eyes.

The longsword on his knee unsheathed, gently slicing.

A pillar of green light shot from the sword, directly towards the opposite palace wall.

"Bang!" The hall trembled, a round hole appearing in the wall.

The green light beam appeared outside the hall, seemingly exhausted, dispersing.

Green light gently descended, forming into a green tree, ten feet high, faintly visible, loose yet undispersed.

"It’s His Highness!" Fu Zheng clapped her hands excitedly and shouted.

Li Yuzhen gently nodded, gazing at the green tree.

Fan Yuxuan wore a solemn expression.

Being a direct disciple, she naturally had seen Divine Treasure before, recognizing the appearance of that green tree.

It’s the green tree carved on Divine Treasure.

Chu Liezhao smiled at Xu Yuhuo and said, "Glad not to have failed."

Xu Yuhuo smiled broadly: "Prince Consort, you’ve worked hard, worked hard indeed!"

——

Leng Tieya lowered his head, gazing at the green fruit, watching it gradually disappear into his palm.

This was the successful refinement.

From this point on, it and he were fused into one, residing in his palm.

He suddenly pushed out a palm, causing the Void to slightly distort, forming a faint whirlpool.

Daluo Heavenly Divine Palm, the Miracle Technique Lu Tiansu had studied his entire life.

Originating from Daluo Heavenly Palace.

Huilian City, thousands of miles away, unlike Zhongyun City and its surrounding cities, didn’t merely have a Great Heavenly Demon Palace.

There was also Daluo Heavenly Palace, such a top-tier Sect.

Lu Tiansu was a direct disciple of Daluo Heavenly Palace, and the Daluo Heavenly Divine Palm was the Sect’s ultimate skill.

Solely relying on this Divine Palm ensured him a status of Great Sky Demon, though sadly, fortune wasn’t on his side, he didn’t die of old age peacefully.

The Demon World is no paradise; it too is fraught with danger and strife.

He perished during a conflict over a Demon Artifact.

Upon witnessing Lu Tiansu’s Demon Artifact struggle, Leng Tieya realized how fortunate he was.

Lucky for him to make his move early, before entering the Demon World.

Otherwise, a Great Sky Demon would have intervened, and he, as a Heavenly Demon, would have had no chance.

The battle in which Lu Tiansu died involved at least ten Great Sky Demons, maybe more hidden ones.

He wasn’t even aware of whose hand he fell by.

The Daluo Heavenly Divine Palm balances Realm ascension and combat capability, and is regarded as the Demon World’s premier Miracle Technique.

He practiced it repeatedly, simultaneously referencing the Nine Solutions of Heavenly Demon, gaining deeper insight into them.

With the surrounding light twisting, his movement changed, transitioning into the Nine Solutions of Heavenly Demon.

The nine postures of Nine Solutions of Heavenly Demon appeared one by one, he closed his eyes, breaking the sequence, whimsically combining them amidst subtle spirit light.

"Pop pop pop..."

Sounds like small stones falling into a deep well echoed from within his body.

Unfounded changes burgeoned.

Strange aura circulated within his bones, coursing through his internal organs.

He sensed his body expanding, then contracting, expanding again, more contraction.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart with effort.

He knew this signified a breakthrough.

As a Heavenly Demon, he had experienced such phenomena several times.

"Bang!"

A loud sound came from within his body, his eyes suddenly opened, electricity bursting forth.

Already the Heavenly Demon Second Grade!