Chapter 222
A group of sect cultivators stared at the sword formation, utterly at a loss.
“Everyone, let us break this sword formation together!” An elder from the Burning Purity Sacred Land stepped forward.
Eager to make a name for himself, he knew that with the death of the Burning Purity and the demise of the reincarnated Wen Xin, the Sacred Land would surely select a new Buddha Child.
The three Dongxu cultivators from the Yaochi Sacred Land might not be able to match the Sword Pavilion’s ancestor, but they could at least buy some time. If they could capture the ancestor’s disciple, perhaps they could make the opponent think twice.
The disciples of various sects hesitated upon hearing this.
“What are you all waiting for? That’s a demonic cultivator! I promise that those who participate in breaking the formation will receive cultivation resources from my sect!”
At this, not only the loose cultivators were eager to join in.
Some sect disciples exchanged glances, greed flickering in their eyes.
The crowd surged toward the sword formation. As Elder Wen struck down with a massive hand seal, various spells erupted in a dazzling display.
The Sword Pavilion’s ancestor was formidable.
But could he really compare to a true master of the Mahayana stage?
At this moment, taking action meant seizing an opportunity!
“Master, aren’t we going?” a disciple from the Dan Sect asked.
Sect Master Zhou Xuanzai shook his head, folding his fan. “My Dan Sect lacks for nothing. It’s best not to wade into these muddy waters.”
At Lingxi Valley’s dojo, all the disciples remained still, their eyes filled with worry as Yun Baiyu gazed toward the secret realm’s entrance.
Few cultivators had emerged from the secret realm by now.
When the great secret realm opened, the smaller ones would close.
The next opening would be a year from today.
Usually, Yun Suxin was among the first to come out.
But today…
She glanced at the still-glowing soul lamp of her master.
For now, she could only suppress her worries deep within.
“They want to harm our junior sister!”
“The ancestor hasn’t returned; we can’t let them near the sword formation!”
“Everyone, let’s go protect the sword formation together!”
The disciples of the Sword Pavilion drew their swords, ready to advance.
Suddenly, a furious roar rolled in from the horizon.
“Impudence!”
Boom—!
Everyone around the sword formation was momentarily stunned.
A terrifying sword intent descended.
Those with lower cultivation were instantly crushed into pulp, while those slightly stronger bled from their seven orifices, their meridians shattered, and their nascent souls pierced by sword energy, leaving them in a state of utter devastation. Only those at the Transformation stage or above could barely protect themselves, yet they remained unable to move.
The mountains beneath the sword formation suddenly sank.
“The Sword Pavilion’s ancestor has returned!”
“Run!”
Someone pointed at the figure in dark robes and silver hair above the sword formation, screaming in terror.
“Activate the true sword formation! Kill!”
Chen Huai'an’s gaze was as deep as an abyss, and the sword energy condensed into a torrent that poured down like a galaxy. All cultivators who approached were swept into the chaos.
The mountains crumbled under the onslaught of sword light.
Broken swords and blood intertwined, creating a sky filled with crimson mist.
In less than three breaths, everyone around the sword formation, except for the elder from the Burning Purity Sacred Land, was utterly annihilated.
A thousand-zhang fertile land turned into a river of blood.
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Chapter 238: Don’t Say You Were Not Warned
“You… cough, cough, you’ve killed so many cultivators. Though you wield righteous methods, how are you any different from those demonic cultivators? Do you wish to make an enemy of the world?”
The monk, his robe soaked in blood, stumbled to his feet, leaning on his staff, his body riddled with sword wounds, not a single patch of skin unscathed.
Buddhist cultivators in the Dongxu stage are usually protected by a radiant aura, making them nearly invulnerable, yet he had ultimately fallen to Chen Huai'an’s sword.
Chen Huai'an remained silent, merely flicking the hilt of his sword.
A sword energy shot out silently from its sheath.
The sword light, wider than half the sword formation, instantly engulfed the monk.
The world fell silent.
No cultivator dared to utter a word around the secret realm.
Everyone bowed their heads in fear.
Even their breaths were cautious.
They feared that any slight movement or glance could invite disaster.
No matter how powerful the true masters of the three Sacred Lands were, what did it matter?
At least until the three true masters emerged from the great secret realm, this Sword Pavilion ancestor could wipe them all out in mere moments with just one sword.
“Today, I, Chen Huai'an, along with my disciple Li Qingran, withdraw from the Sword Pavilion. If you seek vengeance, come find me. But if you wish to trouble the Sword Pavilion, I cannot guarantee that a sword won’t suddenly cleave your sect’s mountain…”
As his words fell, Chen Huai'an gripped the sword hilt.
His movements were slow.
Yet the air around him gradually thickened.
It felt as if a massive stone pressed down on their hearts, making it hard to breathe.
A vulture soared over the dawn’s golden clouds, the rising sun resembling a bloodstain hanging at the edge of a cliff.
The dark-robed sword cultivator’s fingers trembled slightly.
Clang—!
Two sharp sounds erupted from the sword sheath.
The sea of clouds surged like a tide under the sword energy’s disturbance.
Some saw two plumes of white smoke rising from deep within the mountains.
Others heard a rumbling, thunderous groan from the earth’s veins.
The Yaochi and Burning Purity Sacred Lands’ dojos seemed to suddenly open an eye, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped their necks, snapping them in two. The green peaks shattered, and blood rained from the sky.
When the dust settled, there was no longer a trace of the Burning Purity or Yaochi dojos.
Only a blood-red sun hung alone in the sky.
Chen Huai'an’s gaze lowered, looking at the humming black-scaled sword in his hand.
Without a glance at the surrounding cultivators, he activated the sword formation, grabbing Li Qingran and the demonic girl by their shoulders and soaring into the sky.
In the heavens and earth, only a single sword cry remained.
“Don’t say you were not warned.”
…
Chen Huai'an left, but he hadn’t truly departed.
He certainly couldn’t leave the Sword Pavilion unattended.
However, before leaving, he had severed the two Sacred Lands’ dojos, a show of force that was more than enough. There was still some time before the great secret realm opened.
He had to set everything in place before this intimidation was neutralized by the true masters of the Sacred Lands.
He had no choice but to leave.
Staying there would only lead to more bloodshed.
…
In the Dongxu Fifth Stage, one could briefly traverse the void, moving at incredible speed. In no time, the three of them arrived at the peak of the Sword Pavilion. Chen Huai'an set the two girls down on the top of the Falling Sunset Peak. Despite the demonic girl’s poor condition, he had no time to spare.
“Li Qingran, she practices demonic arts. You can’t use your energy to heal her. Do you have any gentle healing pills? I need to set up the formation now!”
Chen Huai'an stood at the edge of the cliff, his expression serious as he instructed the girl behind him.
“Don’t worry, Master. I won’t do anything reckless,” Li Qingran replied earnestly.
She sensed that her master was about to undertake something very important.
At this moment, it was best to obey and not add to his troubles.
“Divine calculation, how can I hide the Sword Pavilion so that even the true masters of the Sacred Lands cannot find its location?”
【This is the player’s first divine calculation today, and it’s free!】
【Calculating…】
Above the Sword Pavilion, the sea of clouds gathered and dispersed erratically, as if divine might was flashing and rumbling.
Moments later, a game prompt appeared:
【Calculation complete. There are two plans to completely hide the Sword Pavilion.
1. Use 108 Dao artifacts containing hidden Dao rhythms to set up a formation that can obscure the heavenly secrets. Those below the Mahayana Third Tribulation stage cannot pry into it, and those above can only glimpse its general location without seeing the full formation.
2. The player’s current incarnation is at the Dongxu Fifth Stage, and has yet to refine a small world. The Sword Pavilion can be refined within the small world. When the player logs off, they will be in a state of divine concealment, making it impossible for others to locate the player or the Sword Pavilion.】
The first plan was out of the question.
Where would he find 108 Dao artifacts?
And they had to be specifically those containing hidden Dao rhythms.
If he were to buy them, such items related to the ‘Dao’ would cost at least hundreds of millions.
“If I use method two to refine the Sword Pavilion within the small world, what happens when I log off?”
【The player can purchase the Supreme VIP Divine Concealment Package, currently on a limited-time offer for 100 million per month, allowing you to be untraceable in the Cangyun Realm.】
“That's so expensive!” Chen Huai'an gritted his teeth, but it wasn’t entirely unacceptable.
After all, he could still make money, right?
“Another question: I can’t maintain the Dongxu Fifth Stage state indefinitely. If I refine the small world, wouldn’t I have to keep buying the Dongxu Fifth Stage?”
The cost for the Dongxu Fifth Stage was 80 million per minute.
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