Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”The genuine Dari Swordsman?”

This answer caused Zhong Yuanzi’s expression to slightly change.

Back then, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s Dari Swordsman could fight eight Taoist disciples of the Immortal Sects without losing, his strength unparalleled among his peers, rarely encountering an adversary.

If it weren’t for the higher-level battlefield’s collapse and the intervention of a large number of Nascent Soul Cultivators, the Nascent Soul Stage Dari Swordsman would not have possibly died; even if he was not victorious, he could have escaped.

Even today, more than three thousand years after the destruction of the Sword Pavilion, the sect classics for nurturing Taoist disciples within the Eight Great Immortal Sects still clearly mark the dangers posed by a peer-level Dari Swordsman and the strategies to deal with him, and they have not been removed.

Qingmu Daoist Ji Liuyue was also visibly shaken.

Taoist disciples of the Immortal Sects have few equals among their peers, and even if they cannot defeat them, there is no fear.

But the Dari Swordsman is different; he can be considered a natural nemesis at the same level, with only eight Taoist disciples able to fight him on equal footing, and the slightest carelessness could lead to a collapse.

”This matter,”

”Does not quite conform to reason.”

Xuanwu Daoist Zhong Yuanzi pondered for a moment but was not frightened. He said, ”The strength of the Dari Swordsman is not actually about talent; within our Domain, the pinnacle of talent lies with us, the Daoist Bodies, and this is the limit.”

”Their real strength lies in their Sect.”

”Back then, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion was acknowledged as the Domain Ruler. Their inheritance, their Taoist disciples, naturally surpassed many of us.”

”Fellow Daoist Yu, do you truly believe that the Eastern Devil School’s depth and strength have already surpassed our Immortal Sects?”

Zhong Yuanzi smiled faintly.

”Suddenly,”

”Without any forebears exploring or Ancestor Masters paving the way, just like that, they have overtaken us?”

”This...”

Yu Qianzi was at a loss for words.

Theoretically, this doesn’t make sense and does not align with the logic of the Immortal Path.

”I do not know.”

”Since Brother Xuanwu thinks so, then let’s leave it at that.”

Yu Qianzi shook her head slightly, without arguing further.

At this,

Zhong Yuanzi fell silent.

He could not discern the truth.

Between the Eight Great Immortal Sects, there is no tight alliance, and there is much contention amongst each other.

Especially after the fall of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace obtained the largest share in the post-war spoils, and their strength grew rapidly, quietly establishing themselves at the forefront of the Eight Great Immortal Sects. Coupled with a similar Sect style, many Cultivators considered them likely to become the next Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

Many Cultivators of the Immortal Sects were unwilling to see the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace grow even stronger.

To them, both the Eastern Devil School and the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace are two of a kind, each presenting a considerable threat. It would be best if both suffered losses and perished together; only then would it be in the interest of the remaining Immortal Sects.

Moreover, there were significant personal feelings regarding the Taiyin Swordsman.

In the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace’s Sect classics, it is clearly recorded that there is a relationship between the Dari Swordsman of the Daymoon Sword Pavilion and the Taiyin Swordsman, mutual promotion and mutual restraint, sharing Yin and sharing Yang. A strong natural attraction exists between the two.

This is not merely about superficial male and female emotions but concerns the compatibility among Cultivation Methods, Divine Souls, Flying Swords, and paths, not so easily cast aside.

The Taiyin Swordsman, it is highly likely, has an emotional bias toward the Dari Swordsman.

This is an instinct rooted deep within the soul.

”Fellow Apprentice Yu, may I have the honor of learning a thing or two from you?”

Zhong Yuanzi bowed his hands, asking for instruction.

Though posing a question, it was, in reality, a notification.

As his words fell, he flicked his robe.

Behind him, the Innate Eight Trigrams Diagram shone brightly.

In an instant, a towering Eight Trigrams chessboard appeared in front of him, with thirty-six white pieces and thirty-six black pieces, driven by the Innate Eight Trigrams, falling like stars around the girl in the Moon-White Fairy Skirt, forming a black and white interwoven prison, sealing everything.

The Bixi Bagua Wuji Scripture!

This was one of the highest inheritances of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, not to be imparted to those who are not inheritors of the Sect.

Bixi, known as the sixth son of the ancestral dragon, with a dragon’s head and a gigantic turtle’s body, its back bearing stone tablets, named Dragon Turtle, also known as Ba Xia, often found beside ancient sages. Its inheritance includes the Fuxi Seventy-Two Diagrams, capable of calculating the entirety of heaven and earth, managing the Yin and Yang of heaven and earth and the variations of the four seasons.

In that moment, as Zhong Yuanzi pushed forth a single formation from the Diagrams, the might was enigmatic, and the Nascent Souls were terrified.

”Good!”

Yu Qianzi’s suppressed killing intent finally burst forth, unleashing like a torrential flood.

Clang!

The sword left its sheath, and the cold Taiyin Sword Intent spread out, freezing everything. Within a range of dozens of kilometers, the world instantly entered into night, the starry sky became hazy, and moonlight scattered across the earth, silently seeping into one’s heart.

Ding!

A strand of sword-light, condensed to the extreme, like a thread, like a breeze, slashed towards the seventy-two black and white cages surrounding her.

”Slash!”

Under the sharp blade, the black and white chess pieces shattered one after another!

Even their power, capable of instantly sealing an Immortal of Nascent Soul, couldn’t withstand the attack. In an instant, dozens of them were sliced open by the sword-light.

The hazy moonlight’s blade speed did not slacken in the slightest, swiftly slashing towards the Divine Soul core of the Fuxi Seventy-Two Diagrams.

The killing intent surged fiercely, cold and deathly silent, carrying the sword cultivator’s unique greed for blood.

”The Third Realm of Sword Dao, Refining Sword into Silk...”

Zhong Yuanzi was slightly surprised, commenting, ”Back then, the Dari Swordsman of this realm seemed to be at this stage of the Sword Dao, right?

Only, compared to your initial stage, he had reached the pinnacle of Refining Sword into Silk, ready to break through to the Fourth Realm of Sword Dao, the Immortal Realm of Sword Qi at any moment. In comparison, the gap is quite significant.”

In Zhong Yuanzi’s hand appeared an ancient and vicissitudinous stele, which he then placed beside the black and white chessboard.

”Now, tell me once again, to what extent has the Dari Swordsman of the Eastern Devil School advanced in his swordsmanship?”

In an instant, the pattern of the seventy-two black and white chess pieces interwoven on the board solidified.

The moonlight sword silk struck on it, creating sparks and no longer able to easily split it apart.

Beside it, threads of black and white light tangled up, landing on the moonlight, entwining and dragging the sword deep into the abyss of sealing.

Boom!

The Taiyin Flying Sword burst forth suddenly, cleaving through the entanglement of black and white light, returning to the sky, hovering uncertainly, not daring to descend.

”So, this is a Daoist disciple...”

Yu Qianzi took a deep breath, sheathed her sword, her hand on the hilt turned white from the pressure, not launching another attack.

Around her, threads of black and white began to appear, about to complete the encirclement, poised to deal a fatal blow to the sword cultivator’s fragile Law Body.

Although she was confident that she could dodge with her Sword Escaping Technique, the opponent also had endless follow-up moves. Continuing the fight was not looking promising.

Both parties were on the same level of strength, but there was a gap.

”Sister Yu,”

Zhong Yuanzi said indifferently, ”Do you still hold to the judgment of ’in name and reality’?”

”Indeed.”

”It is I, the younger sister, who has been shortsighted.”

Yu Qianzi did not get angry but responded calmly.

She acknowledged her inferiority and accepted the other’s condescending tone, not saying anything more.

What the other had said was indeed true.

The Dari Swordsman of the Eastern Devil School had indeed not demonstrated the strength of a Great Sun Sword Pavilion Dari Swordsman, at least not in front of her; his swordsmanship was merely at the level of Sword Qi Thunder Sound, a considerable gap.

Whether external forces could make up for it was yet unknown.

With the pure and singular concept of the Immortal Path by sword cultivators, she believed that external forces were an untrustworthy evil path.

”Good.”

Zhong Yuanzi also made his own judgment through the divination symbols and nodded slightly.

”Sister Qingmu,”

Zhong Yuanzi no longer paid attention to the Taiyin Swordsman, instead turning to look at the naive young girl dressed in an intricate and ancient palace dress, naturally standing at the center of the wood-element spiritual energy.

”What are your thoughts on the proposal to form an alliance?”

”Our Xuanwu tiangong, your Green Wood Immortal Sect, and the Wanshou Immortal Sect together, if we join forces to destroy the Eastern Devil School, we can evenly distribute the won Small Worlds, Cultivation Methods, Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures.”

”Wouldn’t that be delightful?”

These three great Immortal Sects indeed bordered the territory of the Eastern Devil School.