Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 832 - 351: Cultivators Fearless (2)

A man dressed in blue robes chuckled, remarking, "This Profound Truth Realm holds a certain prestige; to think it conceals such a brilliant talent!"

Standing right beside him was a rotund elder.

The old man’s expression remained stoic as he replied, "Prodigy or bore, we have our duties to attend to."

"Why such impatience, Brother Gao? Let’s observe how much longer our friend can endure; it promises to be a fascinating spectacle."

"If Brother Liu insists, I shall wait a while longer."

Qi surged forward, relentlessly feeding the Power of Rules into his colossal palm to mend the incisions gouged by the fierce sword aura.

He let out a sharp scoff, "A Sword Cultivator? Let us test whether your blade holds the edge or my might prevails; watch as I shatter your puny weapon."

In an instant, the giant palm became the stage for a violent collision between the sword aura and the Earth Rule, igniting sparks as debris and dust billowed into the air.

The frontal assault of the sword aura was stifled, forced to compress and recede.

He resembled a warrior locked in a desperate struggle, continuously being forced back.

Gritting his teeth, the Sword Ancestor refused to accept that he couldn't cleave through his foe's massive hand.

Regardless of the fact that his enemy occupied the Unity Realm, he saw no such barriers when he swung his blade.

It mattered not who his challenger was or how vast their strength; at the moment of truth, he would deliver a single, decisive strike.

Alive or dead, the outcome was irrelevant; his only instinct was to charge ahead without retreat.

Qi, locked in this clash with the Sword Ancestor, had clearly poured every ounce of his cultivation into that giant palm.

Yet, he remained unable to crush the Sword Ancestor’s aura or break his unwavering blade.

He could personally feel the stubborn resilience of the Sword Ancestor; in a disorienting flash, it felt less like facing an Integration Realm cultivator and more like battling an emerging, peak Harmonization master.

Qi himself was merely a mid-stage Unity Realm practitioner, one among a crowd.

He had only attained the Unity Realm by relying heavily on Pills and the assistance of his own master.

Consequently, his odds of reaching peak Harmonization were abysmal, having stagnated at the mid-stage for tens of millennia.

Seeing this Integration Realm fighter exhibit the aura of a future Harmonization master filled Qi not only with fury but with a rising, bitter jealousy.

Qi Lian Mountains fixed his gaze on the Sword Ancestor, murderous light glinting in his eyes.

Because his foe had humiliated him and clearly possessed the potential to surpass him, he felt justified in purging this threat before he matured!

The air grew heavy with his killing intent.

Boundless Power of Rules erupted within Qi, swathing his entire frame.

In a blink, he began to swell, his body—much like his right hand—becoming encrusted in earth and stone until he stood as a towering Rule Giant.

He marched toward the Sword Ancestor, embodying the crushing weight of the heavens and the earth.

Inside the giant palm, the sword aura grew increasingly stunted, vibrating and wailing in protest.

The Sword Ancestor seemed tethered to the life of his blade; he spat out a spray of blood and let out a piercing shout, "Slash!"

With soul and law unified, the Rule Giant's right arm was sheared off at the shoulder, dissolving into mere Rule Fragments amidst the heavens.

Qi let out a wretched scream, thundering, "You dare wound me? I shall raze your clan to ash and erase your Sect!"

His reserves of Essence, Qi, and Spirit seemingly spent, the Sword Ancestor’s face turned corpse-pale, drained of all color.

Propping himself up through sheer force of will, he laughed, "My apologies, but since the day I walked the path of cultivation, I severed all bonds; I have neither kin nor heir. As for destroying my Sect, ha! That is beyond your power, cough!"

Seeing this, the onlookers were left paralyzed by the sheer audacity of the Sword Ancestor.

One of the soldiers under the Sea Ancestor’s command asked, "Is that man really just at the Integration Realm?"

An ancestor of the Unity Realm nearby looked intrigued and replied, "He could cross into the Unity Realm whenever he deemed it necessary, although there is something peculiar about his state."

His cryptic remark left the others confused as they returned their focus to the duel.

Behind the Sword Ancestor, the cultivators from the Profound Truth Realm, Fuyao Realm, and Langya Domain watched his stoic figure, feeling something dormant take root within their own spirits.

The initial pall of terror evaporated, replaced by a glint in their eyes and a newfound resolve.

They recalled Domain Master Ning Qi; perhaps they had leaned too heavily on him, conveniently forgetting his fundamental doctrines.

Ning Qi always taught, "Cultivators are fearless."

It meant that upon this path, one must excise all fear; if a man cannot transcend his fear, he has no right to call himself a cultivator.

Clearly, the Sword Ancestor was practicing Ning Qi’s creed; they were of the same blood.

The Domain Master often noted, "Courage is not found only when outmatching your foe; true cultivation foundations are often exposed precisely when facing impossible odds."

As these thoughts crystallized in their minds, a sudden understanding dawned upon them.

Was the Sword Ancestor not the living embodiment of that conviction?

Though only at the Integration Realm, he commanded enough power to challenge the Unity Realm; this was the very embodiment of the fearless cultivation the Domain Master preached.

Their inner potency surged upward, triggered not just because the oppression had lifted, but because the Sword Ancestor had nurtured the seed of bravery Ning Qi had left in their hearts.

Qi stood resolute, clutching his severed arm in disbelief.

However, as an entity of Harmonization, his body had been fully refined into a manifestation of rules; the flesh wriggled and reknit, restoring the arm to perfection.

"Even if Ning Qi takes this to the Sea Ancestor, I will see you dead!"

Qi assumed the Sword Ancestor’s taunt meant he felt secure under the Sea Ancestor’s protection.

He advanced once more, the ground trembling in rhythm with his steps, summoning Earth Rules to manifest the visage of a Divine Mountain before him.

He glared at the Sword Ancestor, his murderous intent no longer veiled.

Deep within the Fuyao Realm ranks, Qi Keqing cast a glance at Qi, then looked to the Sword Ancestor’s back—a flicker of old heroism ignited within her.

Long ago, she had been a mere mortal facing off against bandit hordes alone, eventually stepping onto the path of cultivation to topple her enemies’ entire nation.

It had been a legend of peace in the mortal lands of the Fuyao Realm.

In the Sword Ancestor, she recognized the spirit of her younger self.

Qi Keqing suddenly roared with renewed vigor, "Support the Sword Ancestor!"

Though no one spoke, they moved as one.

The cultivators of the Three Domains shook off their lethargy and reformed their grand wartime formation.

Observing their movement, Qi erupted into thunderous laughter: "Do you truly grasp the power of Harmonization? This is nothing but a mantis trying to halt a chariot—an ant shaking a tree. Allow me to demonstrate the chasm between our strengths and introduce you to true despair!"

With their hearts purged of fear, the Sword Ancestor glanced back at his comrades. Still pale, he smiled, "Excellent. You have not disgraced the teachings of our Domain Master."

Empowered, the army of the Three Domains acted in unison.

Without a single spell or Divine Technique, their combined magical powers converged, manifesting a colossal Heaven-Slaying Sword above their ranks.

The blade was blindingly pure, infused with their collective will and essence, yet devoid of any jagged edge.

As the tip pointed toward Qi, he merely laughed.

"Come then, show me the absurdity of your strength."

Taking to the skies, he drew upon all surrounding rules, the manifestation of the Divine Mountain before him growing ever more vivid.

His two Unity Realm companions watched the Celestial Sword forming above the army, their brows furrowing.

"Brother Gao, what do you see?"

The portly elder, Gao Qiu, exhibited a trace of unease: "Brother, Qi may be growing reckless; we must be ready to intervene should things turn sour."

Liu Fuping agreed, "Naturally."

No sooner had they spoken than both factions collided with full force.

The Divine Mountain construct unexpectedly merged with Qi himself. Transfigured into a savage Mountain Spirit, he embodied his Harmonization form, descending from the heavens to crush them all under the weight of a Divine Mountain.

He intended to use his Undying Body and his Harmonization Divine Techniques to render them all to nothingness.

In his blind rage, he had cast all caution to the wind.

As for the decree that Mountain and Sea Realm cultivators refrain from mutual slaughter, that was merely a restraint for the weak; masters of the Harmonization level were above such trivial laws.

Is it not evident? Yue Wumu openly waged war on the enemy ahead, while he was struck down by his own kin from the rear.