Chapter 575: The Weapons Forged from Dao Slaves!

Gu Wangjun had wanted to ask about it.

But remembering what Leng Rou had just said, he realized.

If he spoke up now, wouldn’t that embarrass her?

Better not.

He turned his gaze back to the screen and listened intently.

Though…

All it did was leave his head full of mush; he gained not a single insight.

Leng Rou noticed his condition and muttered inwardly, “This kid’s actually sensible,” then:

“These topics are too advanced for you right now, so don’t strain yourself listening.”

The author of this course has only average mastery in Talisman Dao, but exceptional skill in Sword Dao—some of the insights mentioned have greatly inspired me.

With your level of Sword Dao mastery, why not join a Sword Sect as a swordsman instead of studying Talisman Sword?

Perhaps influenced by the Dao Line Ancestor ‘Xian Yin Dao Zhu,’ many who study Talisman Sword aspire to become swordsmen…

Cough!

“When you begin studying the Classic Talisman Sword Scripture,” Leng Rou scanned him up and down, “with your talent, you’ll likely enter the basics in about a month—then you can listen to the latter half.”

I’d planned to arrange it after the second round of the Immortal Sect Special Recruitment trials.

But since he went looking for it himself, telling him early won’t hurt.

“…“ Gu Wangjun fell silent for two seconds, “But this course says the Classic Talisman Sword Scripture is foundational material—if you already have some Sword Dao foundation, you can learn it in just two days.”

After studying under Leng Rou for a year, he considered himself to have at least some Sword Dao foundation.

“Just exaggerated promotion—ignore it. A month to enter the basics is already good enough,” Leng Rou shook her head. “I’m from the Talisman Sword lineage—don’t I know better than you?”

Good.

Gu Wangjun breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, if the course was right and it really took only two days to master, then someone like him needing a month would be utterly useless…

“I understand.”

He rose from his chair, picked up the purple jade inkbrush, took a pre-cut talisman paper, and prepared to continue making talismans.

Since he couldn’t understand any of it, better to make a few more talismans.

His spiritual power had also recovered quite a bit.

Yet, just as he was about to put brush to paper—

Drip!

A sudden sound made his hand jerk; a drop of crimson ink, like blood, flew from the brush tip onto the talisman paper and instantly blurred outward.

Gu Wangjun paid it no mind, but looked up at the screen before him.

A notification had completely covered the display, and its message was simple—just one sentence:

【All stellar-system-level civilian jump channels have been sealed, expected to reopen in thirty standard days】

Huh?

Civilian jump channels at the stellar-system level have been sealed?

And for thirty days straight!

Can the starships still operate?

Will I even be able to return after the second round of the Immortal Sect Special Recruitment trials?

Gu Wangjun looked confused, seeking help with his eyes from Leng Rou beside him.

But he saw Leng Rou frowning too.

“What’s going on?”

“I can guess a bit…” Leng Rou looked up, concerned.

Sealing civilian jump channels at the stellar-system level means travel between stellar systems is now impossible.

And it’s across the entire star domain…

There’s only one possible explanation!

The Starfront battlefield must be in chaos!

But since she hadn’t achieved Dao Union, Leng Rou knew only that the Starfront battlefield existed and that it was important.

She didn’t know of the Cang Clan’s existence, so she could only speculate wildly.

Gu Wangjun: “…”

If you’ve guessed something, just say it!

“What did you guess?” he couldn’t help asking.

But after a long pause, Leng Rou finally looked at him, her expression complex.

“It’s not something you should know.”

…………

The Starfront battlefield.

The direction of the Eastern Star Domain.

In the void, a dashing man with a colorful mark on his forehead gripped his longsword, staring at the bizarre scene before him.

Countless crystals—large and small, with countless facets and edges—flowed like a brilliant river, filling the entire Starfront battlefield.

Each crystal pulsed with a “conceptual light” representing different meanings.

The dense clusters of crystals made the ethereal myriad Dao paths seem like tangible, touchable forms.

“So this is the power of a Dao Weapon.”

Lin Ji slowly spoke, gazing at the scene, a faint sense of relief rising in his heart.

If not for his master’s foresight and the backup sent ahead, the losses this time would have been catastrophic.

But now…

Hah!

Those two won’t escape this time!

“Good. The effect matches expectations.”

A voice suddenly came from behind, making Lin Ji freeze—he spun around quickly.

“Master!”

Indeed, the man was Xu Xing.

Lin Ji bowed respectfully: “Why are you here?”

“A Dao Weapon’s first trial—I had to come see for myself.”

Xu Xing gazed at the crystal river nearly filling the entire Starfront battlefield, then extended his hand.

Though it was merely an ordinary gesture, in Lin Ji’s perception, that palm kept expanding.

Encompassing the ten extremities of the universe, embracing all existence!

He effortlessly covered the entire crystal river.

A clench!

A lift!

Boom!

The entire Starfront battlefield trembled; visible ripples spread outward, even reaching the cosmic horizon, shattering thousands of planets at the edge.

The next blink, Xu Xing had already retracted his hand.

The crystal river that had filled the battlefield was gone—only scattered star fortresses and imperial palaces remained floating silently.

In his palm, a tiny strand of crystal-like sand glowed with a hazy light.

Xu Xing glanced at it, then looked toward the cosmic horizon.

After a long while, he shook his head and smiled.

“They can endure.”

“Thanks to your Dao Weapon sent ahead, Master—otherwise…”

Recalling the terrifying power of the Dao Weapon that had swept everything away moments ago, Lin Ji felt a chill of dread.

Had they been caught unprepared, they might not even have had time to “Summon the Ancestral Sword.”

“You should thank the Artifact Sovereign instead.”

The crystal sand vanished from Xu Xing’s palm, replaced by a perfectly standard four-faceted crystal—dull gray and utterly unremarkable.

Several days ago, the Artifact Sovereign suddenly posted in the group saying he’d reached a breakthrough in studying the Dao Slave.

His breakthrough was a Dao Weapon built around the Dao Slave as its core.

Its power fell far short of a True Immortal’s, and was nowhere near that of a Divine Artifact.

But it surpassed the Void-True realm.

At the time, Xu Xing and the others had speculated that the Cang Clan might also develop similar weapons, so they’d sent the Dao Weapons to the Starfront battlefield.

They’d also assigned Min and You to watch over them constantly.

And sure enough!

The Cang Clan really did send two Void-True cultivators armed with Dao Weapons to attack the Starfront battlefield!

But thanks to the prior preparations, the two Cang Clan Void-True cultivators were severely wounded—whether they survive is still uncertain. (End of chapter)