Chapter 359: Great Void Sword Art

Red Algae Sea.

This region is rich in a spiritual plant called red algae, turning the entire sea a vivid crimson, like a sea of blood.

Ssssh! Ssssh!

A sharp sword hum suddenly arose!

Two streaks of light suddenly descended from beyond, churning the sea surface into waves.

"How is it?"

Fang Xing landed on an island, extinguishing his swordlight, and turned to look at the Fire Dragon True Man beside him.

In the Fire Dragon True Man's hand was a brass compass, its mouth muttering incantations nonstop.

The Fire Dragon True Man stared intently at the spiritual light on the compass, then after a long while shook his head: "It's probably not in this area…"

"Then let's move on and search elsewhere."

Fang Xing said indifferently.

The Fire Dragon True Man nodded, about to launch his swordlight, when he spotted several strange lights flying from the horizon.

"That's the spiritual radiance of a Golden Core cultivator's artifact."

He gasped, sensing an odd coincidence.

The several streaks of light noticed people on the small island and immediately descended, revealing a group of Golden Core cultivators, male and female.

One of them, a graceful female cultivator, swept them with her spiritual sense, and upon seeing the Fire Dragon True Man—a late-stage Golden Core expert—her heart tightened.

Then she saw Fang Xing, and her body trembled; she quickly bowed respectfully: "Miao Xiuzhen of Yu Huadian, pays homage to the Lord of Mingkun Island."

The other Golden Core cultivators, upon hearing the name "Lord of Mingkun Island," all grew solemn, bowed deeply, showing not a trace of arrogance.

"Hehe… Cousin Miao is too courteous. Yu Huadian is a top-tier force in the Inner Sea; I've long admired your reputation."

Fang Xing replied with a smile, then asked: "What brings you here?"

"I wish to brew a 'Hong Li Pill,' so I've come to gather several special spiritual herbs from the Red Algae Sea."

Miao Xiuzhen answered quickly.

"I see. Go ahead."

Fang Xing swept his sleeve, allowing the Golden Core True Men to depart.

Watching their nearly fleeing swordlight, he turned to the Fire Dragon True Man: "So… you have a grudge against Yu Huadian?"

"Our sect's sister Yan, who managed our Inner Sea assets, was killed by Yu Huadian—though it was likely just murder for treasure, not because they knew the true nature of our Iron Sword Sect…"

The Fire Dragon True Man sighed as he explained: "Our Iron Sword Sect's Inner Sea resources were all entrusted to Sister Yan for sale; perhaps during one transaction, a large amount of spiritual stones was exposed, drawing Yu Huadian's attention…"

"The Lord of Yu Huadian is said to be a great demonic true lord, wielding the formidable Heavenly Demon Blood Transformation technique."

Fang Xing nodded seriously: "So are you going to chase after them for revenge?"

"This…" The Fire Dragon True Man was thrown off by the turn.

Yu Huadian's demonic true lord was powerful—shouldn't the next step be enduring humiliation? How did it suddenly become about revenge?

Though Mingkun Island was formidable, rumored to possess the combat power of a true lord, it still lacked an actual true lord to stand guard!

And among true lords, there are still levels of strength.

The Lord of Yu Huadian was unquestionably among the strongest tier.

"For now, the sect comes first—we must find the Killing Sword lineage first…" The Fire Dragon True Man gritted his teeth and bowed.

"Good."

Fang Xing nodded. Since the Fire Dragon True Man could endure it, he had even less reason to care—but he mused: "The frequency of high-level cultivators appearing in the Red Algae Sea is unusually high…"

"What do you mean, Master?"

The Fire Dragon True Man's expression darkened as he realized: "The news… has been leaked?"

…

Elsewhere.

High in the sky.

After flying a thousand li away, Miao Xiuzhen and the other Yu Huadian Golden Core True Men finally exhaled.

"That's the Lord of Mingkun Island, rumored to be capricious and ruthless? They say he wiped out two sects, each led by a mid-stage Nascent Soul true lord…"

"The two island lords together are said to rival late-stage Nascent Soul true lords!"

"From appearances, only the first island lord arrived—the second hasn't shown up… Rumor says the second is a body cultivator, even a body cultivator true lord!"

A young Golden Core cultivator, wearing a jade crown and with handsome features, spoke.

"The second island lord can fight the Peng Demon Island Lord—calling him a mid-grade fourth-rank body cultivator is uncontested. But body cultivators grow harder to advance the further they go; a body cultivator true lord… there may not be even one in the entire Hanhai cultivation world today… It must be that the two island lords together possess the power to annihilate mid-stage Nascent Soul true lords…"

Another elderly Golden Core cultivator countered: "But regardless, even if only one Mingkun Island lord has appeared, we cannot afford to pry—perhaps he's in a bad mood and crushes us on a whim. Even our own sect lords might not avenge us."

"Enough. Focus on our sect's mission first… More cultivators keep appearing in the Red Algae Sea lately; some factions must have caught on. There truly are remnants of the Divine Spirit Sword Sect hiding here, perhaps unable to leave due to some special reason—this is a perfect chance to earn merit."

Miao Xiuzhen waved her hand, halting further discussion: "This is the most important matter now."

In the cultivation world, being trapped in one place and unable to leave isn't common, but it's not unheard of—for example… needing a specific region to cultivate a certain technique or art; abandoning it midway would render all effort useless.

Or… currently refining a spiritual pill or forging an artifact that takes a long time, and cannot be interrupted.

"Sigh… If the remnant were only a Golden Core cultivator, we wouldn't fear him—but if he's a Nascent Soul, we'd be better off not encountering him."

The first cultivator sighed.

At these words, Miao Xiuzhen and the others all changed expression.

To low-level cultivators, they were lofty and untouchable—but to a Nascent Soul true lord, they were merely slightly stronger ants, expendable.

Moreover, when they accepted this mission, their sect lords had placed special restrictions on them, capable of pinpointing their death location and even replaying their final moments.

It looked more and more like bait.

"Don't say such things. We, as sect cultivators, should serve our sect."

Miao Xiuzhen spoke coolly: "We've already patrolled near Kui Star Island. Next, head to White Fish Island… Report the encounter with the Mingkun Island Lord as well—it's a modest merit."

"Yes, Senior Sister."

The Golden Core True Men accepted obediently, though internally they grumbled: 'White Fish Island is nearly outside the Red Algae Sea… The sect lords are forcing us with missions and tempting us with treasures and merit—but the danger is too great; we'll just go through the motions…'

'No treasure is worth your own life.'

…

Somewhere in the Red Algae Sea.

Black coral jutted from the sea like countless blades, piercing straight toward the heavens.

Around the coral swirled countless dark currents and vortices, emitting terrifying suction—if trapped, even a Golden Core cultivator's spiritual energy shield might be torn apart.

Upon one of these coral rocks sat a Nascent Soul true lord, meditating.

He had a youthful face, snow-white hair, and a blood-red mark on his forehead.

His spiritual energy fluctuated—clearly at the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm!

"The Killing Sword lineage is passed down through generations. I reached mid-stage Nascent Soul at two hundred years—my talent ranks among the greatest in our lineage's history. Yet…"

The Nascent Soul true lord with the blood mark sighed: "Less than three years remain until the Seven Demons' Chaos Period. Without true lord power, returning to the sect is suicide. My only option now is to take a desperate risk."

Sword cultivators easily veer off-path; the Killing Sword lineage especially so.

"If this plan succeeds, I have great confidence I can break through my mid-stage Nascent Soul bottleneck and reach late-stage!"

A late-stage Nascent Soul great sword lord's combat power far surpasses an ordinary true lord.

Combined with my knowledge of the Divine Spirit Sword Sect's inner workings, and with the aid of sect restrictions and the array spirit, I may even stand against ordinary Transcendent elders within the sect!

Only then can I have a chance to seize precious items like the Transcendent Spirit Ointment and the Spirit Void Sword Scripture.

"The Flying Immortal lineage betrayed the sect… the Thunder Sword lineage is cowardly. Once I reach Transcendent, I will personally visit both holy lands and challenge them to sword duels!"

The white-haired "Tai Bai Sword Immortal" casually waved his hand, scattering numerous array discs and flags across the coral, subtly forming a powerful array.

At that moment, he frowned and withdrew a spiritual talisman from his robe.

The talisman looked utterly ordinary—no runes, only a strange small sword emblem at its center.

At this moment, the small sword emblem was faintly humming.

"The Wan Miao Sword Talisman has responded?"

The Tai Bai Sword Immortal's stern face showed no expression: "So my leaked information reached the Wan Miao lineage… Let's see their mettle. If they're unworthy, I'll kill them outright… Better to gather all the lineage's heritage in my hands than let them disgrace it abroad and revive the sect myself!"

He flicked out a blade of sword qi into the Wan Miao Sword Talisman.

The talisman immediately ignited without wind, and when the talisman burned to ash, only a glowing small sword remained—suddenly stabbing into the void and vanishing…

…

Far away, on a sea surface unknown.

The void suddenly split open; a swordlight shot out, landing in the center of the Fire Dragon True Man's compass, transforming into a sword-shaped needle pointing in a certain direction.

"The Wan Miao Sword Talisman has responded—the Killing Sword lineage heir is willing to meet us."

The Fire Dragon True Man's face lit up with joy as he told Fang Xing.

"This sword-lettering technique, directly using the Great Void… truly mysterious. Even Nascent Soul true lords or Transcendent elders would struggle to intercept it."

Fang Xing, however, slowly recalled the small sword that had emerged from the Great Void, deeply impressed.

"Our sect's techniques were refined by generations of ancestors, even perfected by Void Refining experts—of course they're extraordinary."

The Fire Dragon True Man's face showed a hint of pride.

After all, the Golden Sword lineage was once treated like exile, far from the sect—how many treasures did they miss out on?

This "Great Void Sword Art" was merely one of them.

"If I get the chance, I must study it thoroughly."

Fang Xing was genuinely fascinated by these void techniques.

After all, the Federation of the main universe had a shallow grasp of spatial technology.

Even in the Great Xia world, spatial laws were absolute supreme laws, towering above countless other laws!

If one could, through secret arts and arrays of the cultivation world, draw analogies and ultimately master the power of the void, even just enter the threshold of spatial laws, it would be a tremendous gain.

Feeling unwell; only two updates today.

(End of chapter)