The Prodigies War-Chapter 2673 The Future Cannot Be Hoped For
Ye Chunjun’s voice faded into silence. From his body, vast, surging, divine flames erupted, swirling upward like a blazing sea before condensing into an ancient and mysterious totem. It blazed like the sun, radiating a supreme aura, as though it was the very source of all fires.
Boom!
As he lifted the blade in his hand, that ancient totem descended and merged with it. In an instant, the sharp edge seemed to come alive, exuding an awe-inspiring divine might.
The qi of fire virtue!
In the eyes of cultivators, fire virtue was a heaven-bestowed gift as it was a strand of innate fate and luck granted at birth. Among millions, those born with the Fire Virtue Dao Body were rarer than phoenix feathers.
Ye Chunjun was one such anomaly. Born with the power of fire virtue, he had ascended to the Supreme Emperor Ancestor Stage. Through extraordinary comprehension and unwavering perseverance, he created the Emperor Scripture, Fire Virtue Fate Dao.
It was an Emperor scripture born from the flawless fusion of his innate talent and cultivation. It could even be said to be unrivalled throughout the ages! At this moment, he was pouring every drop of that innate fire virtue power into his blade.
One could well imagine the boundless might that would erupt when his third strike was unleashed!
Boom!
The heavens and earth seemed to be overturned, the sun and moon losing all brilliance. In that moment, Ye Chunjun blazed like the sole source of light in existence. His radiance was so fierce it could strike terror into gods and demons!
In the distance, Lin Xun’s eyes shone with a deep, piercing light. Feeling the crushing pressure sweep toward him, an irrepressible surge of anticipation rose in his heart. The blade had yet to descend, but it was already clear that this was the ultimate embodiment of Ye Chunjun’s cultivation, a peerless strike tempered by his blood, sweat and tears!
Perhaps, as he had said, this was indeed the proudest strike of his life!
Clang!
A long, melodious hum rang out, as though echoing from the ancient times, carrying a power that struck straight into the soul.
“The future cannot be hoped for!”
Robes billowing in the wind, Ye Chunjun stepped into the air like a blade immortal, his bearing both ethereal and unshakable. He brought the blade down lightly. The strike was casual, simple, and without any flourish.
However, when it descended, it felt as if the soul was torn apart, the mind split open and the body destroyed. This was no ordinary strike but a divine judgment from the heavens. It was as though the great dao itself was wielding a peerless blade!
This was no longer a dao art in the ordinary sense. It was a strike that condensed his talent, essence, spirit, will and courage into one, merging his entire cultivation and wisdom into a single slash!
Under heaven, all creation faded into insignificance. Only this blade, divine as an immortal and transcendent as a god, descended upon the world.
The next moment, the blade strike that could shake heaven and earth and make even ghosts weep was blocked by Lin Xun.
Clang!
A deafening crash, sharp enough to burst eardrums, resounded through the nine heavens. Twin waves of blade qi erupted outward, shattering the sky and splitting the earth.
Despite that, even such a blow could not break the Limitless Abyss Sword Cauldron’s defense. However, that terrifying force did jolt Lin Xun’s rock-steady figure. His blood and qi churned violently as he staggered back one step.
The void beneath his feet collapsed with a thunderous boom, a shockwave rippling outward. Lin Xun could not help but exclaim inwardly. What a powerful blade!
In the distance, the torn void revealed Ye Chunjun’s tall and elegant figure. Now, his expression was one of stunned disbelief.
The future cannot be hoped for!
This was the ultimate embodiment of his cultivation. When unleashed with his full strength, even his senior brothers and sisters who ranked above him in the Origin Sect had no choice but to avoid its edge. Even if they could endure it, they would pay a heavy price!
At the Supreme Ancestor Stage, the differences in cultivation between opponents were extremely subtle, and combat strength was often difficult to gauge. However, Ye Chunjun had never imagined that Lin Xun, who was at the same cultivation stage as him, would block his strike without dodging or retreating.
From start to finish, he stood his ground, immovable as a mountain, and forcefully neutralized the strike.Furthermore, he had emerged without the slightest injury!
A faint ripple passed through Ye Chunjun’s unshakable dao heart. After a long, strange silence, he couldn’t help but sigh softly and said with a wry smile, “Brother Lin’s mastery at this realm is truly remarkable.”
Lin Xun’s gaze was deep and bright. “Do you have more?”
Ye Chunjun’s third strike had made him feel a pressure that he had not experienced in years from a peer of the same cultivation stage.
Ye Chunjun blinked in surprise, the corner of his lips twitching before he answered, “No more.”
Then, he noticed a faint frown creasing Lin Xun’s brow, followed by a fleeting trace of disappointment in his expression. That look made someone as proud and conceited as Ye Chunjun feel both amused and helpless.
Immediately, his expression turned solemn. “Brother Lin, you have witnessed my Three Fate Blades, but this battle is not yet over. I wish to see your most powerful strike.”
At that moment, a shadow of hesitation passed over Lin Xun’s face before he finally nodded. “Alright.”
Ye Chunjun couldn’t fathom the reason for that hesitation. Lin Xun would never tell him that whether he used the Time Stopping or the Gate of Exile, this fight could have been decided instantly.
He had no desire to suppress such a worthy opponent with a single move. After all, such a rival in the great dao was incredibly rare!
The next moment, Lin Xun’s bearing shifted dramatically. He stepped into the air, striding toward Ye Chunjun. With every step, the oppressive force grew stronger. At first, Ye Chunjun thought little of it, but before long, his expression gradually turned grave as he realized that Lin Xun’s aura was climbing at a terrifying rate.
By the end, his body stiffened, and his mind was subjected to an invisible pressure. He drew a deep breath, his robes snapping in the wind, and he unleashed his own cultivation to its fullest. His gaze became firm, and his bearing calm and resolute.
Lin Xun had blocked his Three Fate Blades. He refused to believe that he could not withstand his opponent’s strongest attack!
When the distance between them closed to a hundred feet, Lin Xun suddenly stopped, curled his fingers into a fist, and without a sound, unleashed a punch.
Boom!
The world seemed unable to bear the force of this punch. Space collapsed, chaos surged, and a devastating aura rushed forth as if to devour all creation. From afar, it was like watching the sovereign of the divine realm strike, wielding the power to erase the world!
A sharp sense of danger flooded Ye Chunjun’s heart. Without hesitation, he unleashed the full might of his blade. A resonant hum tore through the nine heavens. However, even with his power pushed to the limit, the suffocating pressure did not ease.
His expression shifted. Without hesitation, he activated an extremely profound defensive secret art.
Then, something unexpected happened. A figure appeared on the battlefield without warning, and with simply a flick of his sleeve, an immortal-like brilliance bloomed and instantly neutralized Lin Xun’s strike.
Rumble!
Divine light erupted and the fist force dissipated. However, the figure could not help but let out a soft cry of surprise. This punch’s power had far exceeded his expectations, leaving him faintly astonished.
Lin Xun frowned, withdrawing his hand.
In the distance, Ye Chunjun called out in shock, “Martial Uncle Mo, what...”
The figure who suddenly intervened was none other than Mo Lanshan, the white-haired elder in yellow robes with a feather fan.
He smiled. “Forgive the interruption, but time is short. We should leave at once.”
Ye Chunjun felt a pang of confusion. Even if they were pressed for time, was there a need to cut things short now?
Mo Lanshan had already turned to Lin Xun and asked, “Little friend, what do you think?”
Lin Xun replied indifferently, “Since Elder has stepped in, you must have your reasons. What I think hardly matters.”
Mo Lanshan caught the wariness and faint displeasure in Lin Xun’s tone, but he showed no irritation. Instead, he smiled slightly and said, “Then what if I told you to give up the law spirit here and leave?”
Lin Xun furrowed his brow. After a brief silence, he answered, “Elder, you’ve already shown mercy by not making a move against me. How could I fail to recognize such kindness? Farewell.”
With that, he turned to leave.
“Brother Lin, wait!” Ye Chunjun called after him.
Lin Xun stopped. “What is it?”
Ye Chunjun’s expression flickered, then he let out a soft sigh, “I lost this battle. By our agreement, I should forfeit the law spirit.”
Lin Xun looked surprised, turning to face him. “If you do that, Elder will be put in an awkward position.”
The words carried a faint edge.
However, Mo Lanshan smiled and said, “Chunjun’s mind is open and upright and he acts with integrity. I’m more than pleased, how could I possibly be in an awkward position.”
Pausing, he gave Lin Xun a meaningful look. “It’s you, little friend, who seems to have quite a bit of anger pent up in your heart.”
Lin Xun replied calmly, “It’s only natural to feel anger. After all, I came here to subdue the law spirit. But with you here, I know this fortune has nothing to do with me anymore. Since you haven’t killed me, no matter how unwilling I am, I can only accept it with thanks.”
Mo Lanshan’s eyes lit up with admiration as he said, “You know when to advance and when to yield. With such a mindset, you are indeed worthy of being a successor of Fangchun Mountain.”
Lin Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, then quickly composed himself. It was not surprising that someone like Mo Lanshan, an ancient monster with unfathomable power, could see through his identity.
He just couldn’t discern this man’s stance toward Fangchun Mountain successors. After all, in the Eternal True Realm today, the Ten Immortal Giants of the Eighth Heaven Domain had vowed to wipe out all successors of Fangchun Mountain one by one.
Mo Lanshan said, “Little friend, if I told you that the law spirit here was left behind by an old fellow from our Origin Sect Ancestral Court, what would you think?” 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
Lin Xun raised an eyebrow. In this situation, what could I possibly think?
Of course, he dared not even think too much about it, and dare not even ask. What else could he do?
Mo Lanshan seemed to read Lin Xun’s mind at a glance and said, “This Mystic Forbidden Realm is a land of innate primal chaos. Long ago, that old fellow from our Origin Sect ventured here, leaving behind the Sealing Execution law spirit under his control. His purpose was to allow it to refine and absorb the innate primal chaos energy of this realm, so as to achieve its own primal chaos transformation.
“And now, I’ve brought Chunjun and the others here, partly to temper their cultivation, and partly to retrieve the law spirit for that old fellow.”
Hearing this, Lin Xun found himself somewhat convinced. With Mo Lanshan’s identity and ability, if he really wanted to claim the law spirit, there would be no need for so many explanations. Even so, disappointment was inevitable.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.” Lin Xun bowed and turned to leave.
However, Mo Lanshan called out to stop him.
