novelapdf Chapter 1805 The Path of the Sword Immortal: Contending with the Heavens
Chapter 1805 The Path of the Sword Immortal: Contending with the Heavens
Inside the secret realm, however, lies a completely different scene.
The old slick man sat cross-legged on the jade platform, his sword energy contained to its fullest extent.
He used his own sword intent as a furnace and the accumulated resources as fuel to continuously refine and condense the immortal embryo that was about to be born.
The way of sword cultivators emphasizes showing off one's sharpness and forging ahead without hesitation.
His immortal embryo was not a physical form like that of an ordinary cultivator, but a sword embryo constructed from pure sword intent and Dao principles.
On this day, in the quiet room, the stubborn stone that had been silent for fifty years suddenly emitted an extremely faint hum.
hum...
The sound was not loud, yet it seemed to penetrate all obstacles and reach the very source of the Great Dao.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying sword intent, sharp enough to sever cause and effect and shatter the cycle of reincarnation, suddenly erupted!
Click!
A faint cracking sound was heard, and some invisible barrier was shattered.
Boundless spiritual energy and the laws of the Great Dao surged wildly into the secret realm, merging into the old man's inner world.
Within his dantian, the sword embryo constructed from sword intent and Dao principles finally took complete shape and began to greedily devour the surging energy, undergoing its final transformation and solidification!
Seven days later, the strange phenomena in the quiet room suddenly subsided.
The old slick-haired man slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes held neither sorrow nor joy, only a profound and serene depth, like the ancient starry sky.
But upon closer inspection, one can discover that deep within those pupils lie the phantom images of two peerless divine swords capable of annihilating all things.
The aura emanating from him was completely different.
It is no longer the Great Vehicle Perfection, but rather carries a celestial and spiritual charm that resonates with heaven and earth.
What a fairy!
Moreover, he was not an ordinary early-stage True Immortal.
As soon as he broke through, he stabilized at the peak of the early stage of True Immortal!
"Fifty years...it's finally done." The old man felt the vast immortal energy surging within him, and a surge of pride welled up in his heart.
He didn't linger and immediately left the pass.
The demonic fetus had already sensed the changes within the meditation chamber and was waiting outside. Upon seeing the old man emerge from seclusion and feeling the vast and completely different aura emanating from him, it was overjoyed: "Congratulations, senior! Congratulations on achieving the true immortal path!"
The old man nodded slightly, his face showing little joy, but rather a hint of solemnity: "Time is of the essence. Is there any new information regarding the Eternal Mist Belt and the entrance to the Sea of Myriad Calamities?"
The demon fetus quickly suppressed his joy and solemnly said, "Yes, twenty years ago, we planted a spy on the outskirts of the Silent Soul Court. At a great cost, we extracted some fragmented memories from the remnant soul of an old demon cultivator who had explored the depths of the Eternal Mist Belt."
"Through piecemeal analysis, we speculate that the next time the entrance to the Myriad Evils Source Sea may manifest is approximately... forty years from now! The location is near a dangerous place called the Boundary Vortex, on the side of the Eternal Mist Belt close to the Meteor Demon Sea!"
"Forty years later... the Vortex of the Broken Boundary..." A glint of sword light flashed in the old man's eyes. "Excellent! This has bought us precious time. Prepare immediately. I will personally go to the Eternal Mist Belt to scout the terrain and set up a sword formation!"
“Senior, the Eternal Mist is extremely dangerous. You have just broken through, do you need to consolidate your strength for a while longer? Or... bring some helpers?” the demonic fetus asked worriedly.
The old slick man shook his head: "Time waits for no one. I must get there in advance to familiarize myself with the environment in order to ensure everything goes smoothly. As for helpers... this trip is a covert operation, so the fewer people the better. You stay behind at the Gray Bone Alliance, continue to lie low, and be ready to provide backup at any time. If I... fail to return, the Gray Bone Alliance will go completely underground, and everything will be at the mercy of the Realm Lord's subsequent arrangements."
“Senior…” A trace of sorrow flashed in the demonic fetus’s eyes.
"No need for such formalities." The old slick man patted his shoulder and smiled nonchalantly. "The path of sword cultivators is inherently about contending with the heavens. To attain the status of a true immortal is already a stroke of good fortune. If you can annihilate all evils on this journey and buy the Nine Realms a chance to breathe, even if you perish, it will be worth it!"
Having said that, he said no more, his figure transformed into an invisible sword light, and he silently left the Gray Bone Alliance stronghold, speeding towards the Eternal Mist Belt.
The Eternal Mist Belt truly lives up to its name.
This is a gray sea of mist that stretches between the Silent Soul Court and the Meteor Demon Sea.
The mist is a mixture of chaotic fragments of spacetime, shattered laws of the Great Dao, and the resentment of powerful beings who have perished here over the years.
When one's divine sense probes into it, it is like a mud ox entering the sea; not only is it difficult to penetrate, but it is also easily eroded by the chaotic laws, and may even arouse inner demons.
Anyone below the level of a True Immortal who enters this place without a special protective treasure or method will almost certainly die.
Even true immortals must be extremely careful, constantly resisting the erosion of the mist, and struggling to find their way in the chaotic space-time. A slight misstep will lead to complete disorientation.
The old fox used the True Immortal Sword Intent to protect his body, cutting through layers of mist.
We made our difficult journey following the directions indicated by the intelligence.
Along the way, he encountered several spatial turbulences and law storms, and even a giant mist beast formed from countless resentments, all of which he slashed down with his overwhelming sword intent.
After three years, he finally arrived near the Boundary Vortex.
The scene here is even more horrifying.
The gray mist here was twisted by an invisible force, forming a series of eerie, slowly rotating vortexes.
At the center of the vortex, a dark crack, as if space had been torn apart, was faintly visible, emanating a chilling, devouring power.
"This is the Boundary Vortex, which is said to be able to connect certain unknown broken spaces and even spacetime faults..."
The seasoned veteran concealed his presence, observing carefully.
Combining the intelligence provided by the Gray Bone Alliance with his own sense of swordsmanship, he finally confirmed the precise location where the entrance to the Myriad Evils Source Sea might manifest at the edge of a relatively stable vortex.
"This is it."
He chose a place partially hidden by the distorted folds of space as the location for setting up his formation.
For the next twenty years, he waited patiently while setting up an unparalleled killing formation, the culmination of his life's swordsmanship.
This formation is nameless, or rather, it has not yet been named.
It is a formation created by Zhang Dawu by combining the true meaning of the swordsmanship of the old slickman, which is to "sever cause and effect," "break the cycle of reincarnation," and "annihilate all laws."
It uses its own "sword embryo" as the core array eye and 108 sword intent runes containing different sword intents as the array base, connecting the chaotic spacetime and law power of this place to form a sword dao forbidden zone.
Once activated, within the sword domain, all laws will be severed, and all cause and effect will be cut off.
Everything, whether tangible or intangible, will be obliterated into nothingness by the endless sword intent.
Specifically designed for the Immortal Mark of the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils, whose foundation lies in "calamity" and "immortality"!
While setting up the formation, the old fox was not idle either.
He carefully explored the vicinity of the boundary vortex and discovered many peculiar things.
Deep within some vortexes, traces of ancient battles remain, including fragments of shattered immortal artifacts, dried blood of demon gods, and occasionally, strange spiritual materials swept in by the turbulent currents of time and space.
To his surprise, deep within an extremely hidden vortex fissure, he discovered a small, fist-sized piece of strange immortal gold.
This immortal gold felt cold and heavy to the touch, with faint traces of stars rising and falling within it, and it exuded an ancient and immortal Daoist aura.
"This... seems to be the legendary Epochal Immortal Gold?"