Chapter 458: Gaining a New Divine Skill by Reflecting on the Ancestor of the Family

Big Dog Brother?

Little Dog Brother?

What the hell is all this nonsense?

But before he could think much further, the five-qi circulatory fist imprint, like a glowing wheel, slammed violently into the point of annihilation that fused the Four Symbols.

Boom~!

Ripples folded upon ripples across the void; the furious, unceasing giant waves surged higher still, lifting colossal water curtains that surged outward like a monstrous beast devouring all directions.

The mountainous piles of gray-white bones on the seabed turned to dust in an instant under this terrifying power.

After a muffled thud, a thunderous roar erupted as if ten thousand lightning strikes detonated simultaneously, shaking heaven, earth, and the boundless sea.

"Cut!"

A soft cry drowned out the roaring explosion.

In just one ten-thousandth of a moment, the violent sword light surged again, roaring like a dragon, crossing the distance instantly.

How strong is this guy's foundational magic power? He doesn't even need to calm down?!

Yan Mu's robes flapped violently; he roared inwardly, too desperate to calm his still-shaking magic power, and clenched his fist once more to meet the sword light.

The furious sword light poured down without a single instant of pause.

Even though his immaculate Primordial Spirit could perceive every subtle detail of all laws in the world, facing this relentless, unbroken barrage of terrifying sword light, he could not avoid feeling exhaustion.

"This really is Big Dog Brother's divine skill."

"Pretty impressive—you even learned a primordial divine skill."

"But Little Dog Brother, your divine skill still falls short of Big Dog Brother's—you've got a lot more work to do."

Chi Jiuyu never stopped talking.

Yan Mu finally realized: "Big Dog Brother" referred to Zhao Ruoming, and "Little Dog Brother" was himself…

Fuck!

That damn Chi Jiuyu—when we're fighting, why the hell do you keep yapping?!

Soon, as their divine skills continued to clash, vapor rose across the vast sea, rolling clouds gathered and filled the entire sky.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, with grotesque Lei She slithering within, sending chills down the spine.

The sea, once surging with countless hectares of emerald waves, had now dried up, leaving only terrifying tornadoes—each sweeping up millions of hectares of seawater, stretching from sky to sea—moving with the five qi flowing through Yan Mu's fingers.

But they were repeatedly severed by the violent sword light flashing sporadically through the heavens.

In a world of this Reversal Void level.

How terrifying is an absolute top prodigy of the Xuanjiexian Sect, with no restrictions at all.

Even though both had perfectly contained their power, releasing only a fraction during divine skill collisions, they had still completely altered the weather and terrain, creating a scene of apocalyptic disaster.

The affected area was too vast—a derelict 【Yang Jian Sea】 had simply vanished?!

Naturally, the patrol disciples around Canglan Jiangong couldn't ignore such an anomaly; they quickly approached.

But as soon as they crossed the formation's boundary, they saw the terrifying tornadoes stretching from sky to sea, and the sporadic flashes of violent sword light.

Everyone froze in place at that moment!

"What… is that?"

The Lei Guang illuminated the rolling dark clouds, only to be sucked into the tornado the instant it fell.

Boom—!

Thunder roared through the nine heavens, turning the faces of the patrol disciples pale.

Soul Transformation Immortal Lord?

No!

Not that!

Could it be a Reversal Void Immortal?!

But why would a Reversal Void Immortal appear over Canglan Jiangong's sea—and use such an ultimate divine skill?

A few among them, eager to "advance," gathered courage and prepared to draw closer.

The bold live, the timid starve!

But the moment they took a step, they felt as if they were trapped in a hell of a thousand cuts and a thousand stabs—as if one more step would shred them into mud by the icy sword intent.

Instantly, their scalps prickled with fear; they stumbled backward in terror.

Seeing the situation was beyond their control, they finally decided to report it to the sect.

This was no longer something they could handle!

Thus, as the disciples relayed all details of the derelict 【Yang Jian Sea】 back to the sect…

Soon, a streak of azure sword light pierced the sky, arriving before the person—its clear voice already echoing across the distance.

"Could the two elders please cease your conflict? Whatever dispute you have, let's discuss it calmly."

Wherever his voice passed, thunder ceased, and dark clouds dispersed.

In an instant, the entire sky cleared again, sunlight pouring down.

"It's Master Kunlan!"

One of the patrol disciples recognized the streak of azure sword light and shouted excitedly.

Master Kunlan was already at the late stage of Soul Transformation; a single word could alter heaven and earth, shake sun and moon.

He also wielded seven magical swords, cultivated over two hundred and fifty years, forged using materials from several 【Yang Jian Seas】.

Rumor says he owes the sect a massive loan, does every dirty and exhausting task, and hasn't advanced in years…

But undeniably, among current Soul Transformation Immortal Lords, Master Kunlan's divine skills rank among the very top.

He's only slightly weaker than the direct descendants of Reversal Void Immortals.

"Martial Uncle Kunlan is here!"

"We're saved!"

"Offending our Canglan Jiangong—Martial Uncle will surely show them the consequences!"

Seeing how a single word had scattered the Lei Ting and the dark clouds, the many patrolling disciples all felt this wave was in the bag.

Even Kunlan himself thought so.

However, when he approached full of confidence and began to persuade: "Fellow Daoists, do not misjudge yourselves—this is the territorial waters of our Canglan Jiangong…"

Cultivators of the Xuanxiang Realm were just that pragmatic—after discovering they could easily disperse the dark clouds, they immediately downgraded the two from 'senior-predecessor tier' to 'fellow-Daoist tier.'

They had thought those two were absurdly powerful Soul Transformation cultivators, but now it seemed they weren't.

Perfect—an opportunity to squeeze some resources out of them…

Kunlan did not notice that several wisps of extremely faint five-colored qi currents had quietly appeared, while fine, dense white radiance manifested all around.

"As long as the two of you…"

He had only managed to utter a few words when the stabbing pain that had been continuously emanating from his Primordial Spirit finally made him notice the anomaly around him.

Not good!

His figure abruptly halted; he activated seven flying swords to protect himself, then immediately prepared to withdraw from this dangerous area.

But the next instant!

He saw nearly endless fine, dense white radiance weave and shoot through.

His protective magic power was like a thin sheet of paper, pierced through with the greatest of ease.

Whether it was his Soul Transformation body, or his divine soul and magic power…

All appeared extraordinarily fragile before that white radiance.

"No…"

He forced out a single word with great difficulty, and his entire body instantly exploded into a skyful of blood mist—body and spirit both perished!

Swept up by the howling air currents, the fine blood mist vanished without a trace.

The many patrolling disciples who witnessed this scene stared blankly in a daze.

……

……

Meanwhile, Yan Mu had already fallen completely into the disadvantage.

Her breakthrough had come slightly later than Chi Jiuyu's, and her own foundation was also a notch inferior to Chi Jiuyu's.

So now she could only barely hold on—defeat was only a matter of time.

Of course, if she were determined to flee, the other might not necessarily catch her…

'Truly very strong…'

Worthy of being someone who had defeated Zhao Ruoming at the last Xian Sect Grand Competition—if her own methods were only this much, then she truly was no match for her.

But…

Hum!

Sword-light shook the void, emitting a sharp, piercing shriek, and the spirit-nature of the blue-gold longsword seemed to be excited by it as well.

Faintly, one seemed to be able to hear a clear, childish voice shouting nonstop.

'Dog bro, dog bro, dog bro!'

(lll￢w￢)…

This one and her sword are both not quite normal!

Facing the onrushing sword-light, Yan Mu raised her index finger to her lips and gently exhaled.

Boom!

Waves of flame rolled forth; sky-covering blazing true fire surged toward that sword-light, continuously scorching and weakening it.

But in the end, though that violent sword-light was somewhat weakened, it still sliced through the sky-filling red clouds and arrived before her.

Damn!

Seeing this, Yan Mu finally began to lose her composure—goddamn one-sword-shatters-all-laws!

The supreme inheritance of the 'True Self'—of all the Dao, only I prevail; thus all laws are illuminated, and no matter what technique, once exchanged blows with it, one could employ it at will.

Even the innate divine ability that Zhao Ruoming had suppressed with all his might at the last Xian Sect Grand Competition had been learned by him.

But…alas, a heaven-favored sword cultivator of Chi Jiuyu's caliber truly defies all reason!

No matter what technique you wield, I shall cleave it with a single sword!

Absolutely no different from that bunch of low-quality body cultivators who rely on being both smelly and stubborn!

Brutes!

All brutes!

While complaining inwardly, she raised her hand and crushed that violent streak of sword-light.

Crack!

Sliding backward a short distance, Yan Mu felt the magic power within her body churning nonstop, nearly failing to catch her breath.

"Dog bro, how about you just concede? We'll strike fast, I promise it won't hurt a bit!"

"You can't beat me anyway—wearing each other down like this is purely a waste of time, isn't it?"

"Who knows, maybe we'll attract some old schemer from the Supreme Dao Sect, and we'll both end up dead here!"

Exchanging words through transmitted voice, hundreds or thousands of sentences still took but an instant!

Yan Mu's expression did not change as she sensed the crimson sword-mark upon the 'Origin Heart Mirror' within her Pure Primordial Spirit.

"It's still too early to be saying such things."

This is also why he lingered here, rather than fleeing the moment he fell into a disadvantage.

This is Senior Sword Ancestor's sword!

"To tell the truth, I have also studied a bit of swordsmanship!"

"Oh? Whose did you copy this time?"

"Heh."

Yan Mu did not reply. With a light laugh, he pressed two fingers together like a sword, and magic power flowed, condensing into the shape of a sword.

The crimson sword-mark upon the Primordial Spirit Mirror blazed brightly in response.

Following his fingertips, the sword of magic power in his palm was steeped through into a crimson hue…

But that was all it amounted to!

It had its form, but not its spirit — barely a ten-thousandth of the true essence.

Even so, the moment the crimson sword of magic power appeared, surging red radiance swept out in all directions, as though it would freeze everything solid.

Chi Jiuyu, who had just been about to slash twice more, felt a jolt in her heart. She swiftly pulled back, watching the crimson sword-shape warily.

She had thought it was Dog-Brother's trump card, but the more she looked, the more familiar it seemed…

Holy shit!

Isn't this Uncle-Master's sword?!

Did this guy run into Uncle-Master outside the safe zone?!

Chi Jiuyu's mind raced.

But once she figured out the trick behind it, she began muttering quietly to herself again.

This guy met Uncle-Master and wasn't eliminated?

He held back!

Uncle-Master definitely held back!

And given Uncle-Master's scatterbrain habit of giving everyone he meets a gift, this guy must have received Uncle-Master's special care.

Thinking of this, Chi Jiuyu's whole mood soured.

Back then at Profound Sword Market, Uncle-Master one-shotted me with a single sword all night long — yet when meeting someone else, you actually held back?!

Am I still your favorite junior niece or not?!

Though she kept grumbling inside, Chi Jiuyu did not for a moment take this sword lightly.

She held her sword horizontally before her, recalling the last thing she had seen before passing out when facing Master Mei Zu…

Then, the biting aura around her body drew inward, and her five fingers tightened their grip on the sword's hilt.

She had originally planned to save this for later, as the trump card beneath the trump card…

Mainly because she wasn't all that skilled yet.

But now she could not afford to be so particular!

It doesn't have a name yet, so for now it's called the First Nameless Sword.

It was a new divine ability she had comprehended through her supreme wisdom!

Neither of the two facing off had noticed that, at this moment, several gazes were cast down from the heights of the world, watching to see who would win this exchange of swords.

Speaking of which, it's quite interesting.

Chi Jiuyu of the Sword Sect had comprehended a new First Nameless Sword through Master Mei Zu.

Yet Yan Mu of the Hehuan Sect had, through the flawless Primordial Spirit imprint, etched down Xu Xing's sword-mark…

Both had gained insight because of the opposing side's ancestor — so then…

Which was stronger, which weaker?

……

……

The participants of the various sects' Xian Sect Grand Competition, spurred on by the rankings, had all shifted their goal to hunting down other contestants.

But there was one person who was different…

Under the jurisdiction of Tianji Palace, 【Extreme Bliss Xiancheng】.

The once-prosperous 【Extreme Bliss Xiancheng】 had now become broken and ruined.

The city's residents had been sent by the arriving Tianji Palace disciples to other immortal cities for resettlement, with plans to recall the Extreme Bliss branches from other cities once a new 【Extreme Bliss Xiancheng】 was built.

It wouldn't take long to erect a new 【Extreme Bliss Xiancheng】.

Within the city.

On the desolate streets, one could see quite a few snakes, bugs, rats, and ants — stimulated by the residual spiritual energy, their bodies had grown to abnormal sizes — scurrying about.

After all, the city was too dangerous; those Soul Transformation cultivators might return at any moment, so when reclaiming the spiritual energy, some haste was unavoidable…

Precisely because of this, in the corners one could even spot a few figures in Tianji Palace disciple uniforms quietly drawing in the residual spiritual energy to cultivate.

All about conserving resources.

"They're really something, grinding that hard."

Zhao Ruoming withdrew his gaze, sighed softly, and walked toward the battered City Lord's Manor at the end of the street.

Although he had learned from Wu Zhongfeng that the original City Lord of 【Extreme Bliss Xiancheng】 had been killed by a sword cultivator, he still wanted to come and try his luck.

Maybe he could still find that《Spirit-Drawing Ritual Secret Record》?

If he found it, that would naturally be best — he could go straight to Chi Jiuyu and wipe away his past disgrace.

If he didn't find it… then he'd still go find Chi Jiuyu!

He had now fully accepted his innate divine ability, and no longer believed he was any worse than Chi Jiuyu!

As for those rumors of him being beaten until he cried — he would shatter them with his true strength!

Thus, after the Xian Sect Grand Competition, when he returns to see Zhiwei, it will be…

Never mind, don't think about it for now.

His pace suddenly accelerated, and soon he arrived before the dilapidated governor's mansion.

The damage here was far more severe than that to the buildings within the city.

It looked ready to collapse at any moment.

"Begin."

He took a deep breath, his spiritual sense sweeping over the entire governor's mansion, while a dot of Gan Yuan Bu Mie Yu Qing Xuan Guang lit up at his fingertip…

Treasure hunting—he was a professional!

Stepping inside the governor's mansion, he trod on fallen mud, dust, bricks, and tiles, each step producing a series of "crack-crack" crisp sounds.

The golden silk carpet had turned dull and gray, and the broken tables and chairs lay scattered haphazardly.

Most valuable items had already been taken away, leaving only scattered, ruined debris.

Zhao Ruoming glanced once, then walked to the corner.

Guided by his primordial spiritual ability, there was a "treasure" hidden beneath the ground. (End of chapter)