Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 463: Sword Opens Heaven’s Gate
A few days ago, the Taciturn Daoist Priest was released from prison. After parting ways with Yun Zhi, he continued his travels across the continent, promoting the Saga of the Dao-Seeking Sect—and incidentally, his glorious and magnificent image.
When he arrived at Dingxin City in Ji Province, he realized the entire city was enveloped by “Rules.” One could enter but not leave. To the outside world, Dingxin City appeared to function as usual, with a steady stream of people coming and going.
In truth, this was due to the power of “Rules.” Entry was permitted, but exit was impossible. The people who seemed to leave the city in the eyes of the outsiders were merely fake humans formed by the Rules. These fake people were indistinguishable from real people—identical in memory, habits, and behavior. Only when the Rules dissipated would these fake people vanish from the outside world.
At first, the Taciturn Daoist Priest considered piercing through the Rules with a single sword strike. But just as he was about to act, his battle-honed sixth sense warned him to pull back.
He soon realized the “Rules” were not at the Fusion Stage, but at the Transcendent Tribulation Stage. If he acted recklessly, he would draw the attention of the one who had established the Rules, complicating matters.
“What rotten luck.” The Taciturn Daoist Priest spat on the ground, focusing intently on formulating a plan.
First, he disguised himself as a ragged Daoist priest, telling stories in a teahouse while observing the Rules. They had been in place for some time, yet the city operated as usual, implying their creator’s objective didn’t lie in destruction.
After several days of observation—and with the teahouse business booming—the Taciturn Daoist Priest finally figured out the Rules in this place.
Different identities and statuses required adherence to different rules. Sentries followed sentry rules, officials followed official rules, and teahouses and restaurants had their own sets of rules.
Though numerous, the core Rules were just two:
<Rule 1: The Great Xia Dynasty does not exist; only the Great Yu Dynasty reigns here.>
<Rule 2: Everyone in Dingxin City is a subject of the Great Yu Dynasty.>
This confirms the Rules have been established by a Transcendent Tribulation cultivator from Great Yu.
But what is their goal? What purpose does carving out a piece of Great Xia’s territory to “establish” Great Yu serve?
The Taciturn Daoist Priest had pondered this question for days without any clue. It wasn’t until his dear disciple’s paper crane arrived that realization dawned upon him.
Great Yu wants to seize a portion of the national fortune’s power in Hanshui City and attempt to deploy it in Dingxin City—the schemes in both Hanshui City and Dingxin City are interconnected. The aim is to study and harness the power of national fortune.
As for why Great Yu hasn’t abandoned Dingxin City despite their failure in Hanshui City and the capture of Wu Youdao’s trio, it’s because Great Yu cultivators are still unaware that they’ve been caught.
Back then, the Everlasting Immortal Fairy had let Wu Youdao’s trio escape on the surface, only to secretly recapture them later. To the world, it seemed the trio had fled successfully. Great Yu’s cultivators only knew what the public knew; they weren’t omniscient.
“So that’s how it is. Great Yu’s ambitions are not to be looked down upon.” The Taciturn Daoist Priest’s lips curled into a cold smile as he gazed up at the hole punctured by the paper crane in the sky canopy.
The sky canopy is a manifestation of the Rules. Its failure to heal suggests a loophole in the Rules has emerged. It also means that the Great Yu Transcendent Tribulation cultivator has detected the paper crane’s presence.
“Daoist, what’s wrong? Who sent the letter?” The teahouse owner asked gingerly, unnerved by the ragged Daoist priest’s eerie smirk.
“My eldest and youngest disciples.”
“They’re also storytellers?”
“Something like that. Ah, boss, I have to go back on my word. I can’t continue storytelling here tomorrow. Please apologize to the patrons on my behalf.”
“Ah, why?” The teahouse owner was dumbfounded. Everything has been fine; why quit so abruptly? And where can he even go? It’s not like he can leave Dingxin City, right?
Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure descended upon the city, plunging it into chaos. Panic spread as people stood frozen, unsure where to run or what they were up against.
The Taciturn Daoist Priest sighed softly. “Because it’s time for me to act.”
With a flick of his horsetail whisk, it transformed into ten thousand swords, blotting out the sky. Countless golden rays were unleashed, momentarily matching the oppressive pressure.
The people in the city were no longer affected by the oppressive pressure.
“A momentary lapse, and a pest slipped in!” The figure releasing the oppressive pressure glared fixedly at the Taciturn Daoist Priest.
When the paper crane flew toward the Taciturn Daoist Priest, he had also noticed the latter’s existence. He could tell that the Taciturn Daoist Priest, while formidable, was still at the Fusion Stage and hardly a threat.
The Taciturn Daoist Priest was undaunted as he soared upward to confront the figure. Raising his hand, the ten thousand swords merged into a single peerless sword, bathed in lightning as it materialized in his hand.
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to One?!” The voice carried surprise. To witness this highly revered sword technique among Sword Dao cultivators here is unexpected.
“I am the sect leader of the Dao-Seeking Sect, the Taciturn Daoist Priest. Who are you?”
“You may address me as the Dawnbreaker Venerable Lord.”
The Taciturn Daoist Priest narrowed his eyes. Historical records mention that the Dawnbreaker Venerable Lord was an Intermediate Transcendent Tribulation cultivator from the early days of Great Yu.
Not totally unbeatable.
Clutching the treasured sword, countless metal artifacts and magical treasures throughout the city resonated, as if answering his call or bowing to his supremacy; the tremors of the magical treasures reverberated through the heavens.
His sharp blade gleamed, resplendent as a rainbow and cold as ice, pointing skyward with scathing murderous intent. Slowly, he uttered the name of this move. “Sword Opens Heaven’s Gate.”
The sword cleaved down like a flowing river, shaking the sky canopy. Carrying boundless killing intent, it surged toward the Dawnbreaker Venerable Lord.
Watching the sword descend from the sky like a waterfall, the Dawnbreaker Venerable Lord’s hairs stood on end as he barely dodged the attack.
Boom! The sword qi shattered the heavenly canopy, making the firmament tremble. Clouds dispersed, revealing a clear sky and a blazing sun hanging high as millions of civilians in Dingxin City watched in awe.
The Dawnbreaker Venerable Lord’s heart quailed at this scene. This is no move a Fusion cultivator should be able to unleash!
“Still hardly a threat. How many times can you execute such a move?” A trump card like this would drain a Fusion cultivator’s spirit energy after one or two uses. Not a threat at all!
“As many times as I please!” The Taciturn Daoist Priest burst into peals of laughter, unleashing Sword Opens Heaven’s Gate again.
Caught off guard, the Dawnbreaker Venerable Lord reacted a beat slower, and his arm was severed cleanly. Sword qi perforated the severed limb from inside out, pulverizing it into dust. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
“You’re courting death!” the Dawnbreaker Venerable Lord bellowed in rage. To think I lost an arm to a Fusion cultivator? If word gets out, what face do I have to continue mingling in the cultivation world?!
“Asura Body!” A three-headed, six-armed Asura phantom emerged behind him, wielding drums, pagodas, and rulers...
The Taciturn Daoist Priest and the Dawnbreaker Venerable Lord clashed in a frenzied battle, shrouding the world in darkness, turning day and night upside down, and shattering space and knitting it again.
The longer they fought, the more alarmed the Dawnbreaker Venerable Lord grew. It’s my first time facing a Fusion cultivator who can match me!
Unfortunately, the Taciturn Daoist Priest couldn’t maintain this state for long. After a brief exchange, the Dawnbreaker Venerable Lord seized an opening, and his Asura Body pierced the Taciturn Daoist Priest’s defenses, causing his aura to plummet.
“To have forced me this far, you should be proud. Now die!” The Asura Body’s six arms descended like divine retribution, their might unstoppable.
“How dare you hurt a cultivator of Great Xia?!” A thunderous roar echoed nearby, its sheer force alone pausing the Dawnbreaker Venerable Lord’s movements.
The Taciturn Daoist Priest coughed blood but laughed upon seeing who had joined. “Took you long enough! Any later, and I’d have prepared to break through to the Transcendent Tribulation Stage!”
“Who are you?!” The Dawnbreaker Venerable Lord fixed his eyes on the visitor. This person’s shout could halt my attack—his cultivation surpasses mine!
“Chen Tao, Head of the Luoshui Guard’s Nine Palaces.”
