Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 834 - 352: Celestial Lotus Reverse Slash Technique Sword (Part 2)

True difficulty in dismantling those at the Unity Realm stems from the fact that their physical forms are governed by specialized rules. While a standard Integration Realm cultivator certainly cannot overcome such a foe alone, a sword capable of condensing the rules of countless origins can unleash a chaotic barrage to relentlessly undermine their stable, rule-woven bodies, ultimately tearing them asunder.

As the old proverb confirms, a massive elephant can be brought down by a swarm of ants!

Liu Fuping observed the radiant lotus sword blooming across the sky and remarked blankly to Gao Qiu, the stout Elder standing beside him, "Brother Gao, Brother Qi has just exploded!"

Gao Qiu’s expression tightened as he responded, "He should be capable of enduring this, surely?"

"How should I know? I’ve never endured such an assault myself."

Liu Fuping furrowed his brows, casting a wary glance toward the Sword Ancestor and his companions.

"If they truly wield such might, it is deeply unsettling. I fear our dominance in the Unity Realm is no longer absolute."

The plump Elder emitted a cold snort.

He prepared to retort when, unexpectedly, a weak cry drifted from the heavens above.

"Brother Liu, Brother Gao, please, save me!"

The once-commanding Qi Mountain Spirit, though still elevated in position, had just released a shameful plea for assistance—a gesture deemed utterly disgraceful for one of the Unity Realm.

Both men shifted their gazes in shock. Only moments ago, they believed his defense would hold; how had he crumbled so rapidly?

They immediately teleported to the swirling vortex where the magical blades proliferated.

Positioning themselves on either side of the chaos, they stood in defiance of the onslaught.

Upon drawing near and sensing the magical sword ripples, they finally perceived the terrifying energy contained therein.

"No wonder Brother Qi sought aid. Had we been in his position, we would undoubtedly suffer the same fate. Perhaps only late-stage Unity Realm or those at the extreme peak could withstand such an assault!"

Liu Fuping frowned in concentration.

Gao Qiu reached out to brush against one of the mystical blades casually.

"Whoever devised this technique is truly wicked and cunning, concealing its potency so perfectly that it becomes impossible to defend."

If Ning Qi were present to overhear this, he would likely treat Gao Qiu’s claims with utter derision.

How else can the weak hold their own against such overbearing bullies if not through secrecy? Must they always fight openly and honorably to satisfy their critic's narrow definitions of integrity?

Naturally, the stealthier the better; when you strike, the act should be precise, swift, and total.

When a legendary figure like Cao Mengde heard the whetstone's sound at midnight, he would eliminate his foes entirely to prevent future vengeance. What issue rests with the weak maintaining a subtle, low-key approach?

The two Elders spoke no more, instead invoking their internal rules to shatter the magical swords one by one, finally extracting the Qi Mountain Spirit from that deadly sea of bladed rules.

Upon reclaiming him, they were stunned to witness the state of the Qi Mountain Spirit—tattered, with barely a patch of uninjured flesh remaining.

The spiritual senses of those watching from below extended outward, revealing the gruesome condition of the spirit to everyone gathered.

Many spectators couldn't help but avert their eyes.

Liu Fuping and Gao Qiu shared a grim sense of empathy, feeling phantom pains across their own bodies.

It was clear now—they had gravely underestimated the situation!

The magical swords possessed an additional shift in form. During each strike, they released countless needle-like rules that pierced deep into a Unity Realm practitioner's physique.

This effectively suppressed the rapid regeneration typical of the Unity Realm, elucidating why the Qi Mountain Spirit had failed so quickly.

Using their spiritual senses like grappling hooks, the two men wove their own rule-threads to deftly pluck the Rule-Needle fragments from the body of the Qi Mountain Spirit.

Only after a considerable duration did the Qi Mountain Spirit manage a difficult recovery.

"My thanks, Brother Liu and Brother Gao, for delivering me from death!"

The two Elders traded looks but offered no verbal reply.

The Qi Mountain Spirit labored to gather his rule-essence to mend his mangled flesh, standing high in the firmament while glaring down at the Sword Ancestor and his cohorts.

Currently, the Sword Ancestor, Qi Keqing, Zhu Yanchuan, and their fellow cultivators remained trapped, unable to flee while so many Unity Realm forces surrounded them, blocking any path to assist their cause.

Would they dare to launch another attack against the trio?

The Qi Mountain Spirit declared darkly:

"The emergence of this technique means that our prestige within the Unity Realm will inevitably decline moving forward!"

Gritting his teeth, he continued: "We must exterminate them to wipe out any source of threat to our supremacy."

The eyes of Liu Fuping and Gao Qiu shimmered, seemingly swayed by the proposition.

Below, among the ninety-seven Unity Realm entities watching, many wore deep frowns of contemplation.

They were shrewd tacticians, recognizing the inherent danger in the technique just demonstrated.

One remarked, "This is grave. If we fail to crush them now, they will surely remain hidden wounds that threaten the stability of the Mountain and Sea Realm soon."

An associate nodded in agreement, adding, "What is Ning Qi passing onto his disciples? If everyone were to grasp techniques capable of threatening a Unity Realm expert, allowing the lowly to challenge their masters, would the world not descend into total anarchy?"

Many others, however, opted to remain silent.

Lang Yingying had not anticipated this turn of events. While she felt a sense of triumph, a wave of anxiety washed over her.

She whispered to the Shark Ancestor, "Shark Ancestor, why do these ancestors harbor such intolerance for others learning this technique? If we could harness it, would it not serve as an extra layer of protection for us?"

"Little girl, are you truly unaware of why the Fish Tribe has withered away over the generations?"

Lang Yingying shook her head slowly.

The Shark Ancestor fell silent, offering no further explanation.

The Sword Ancestor and his companions stared up at the high heavens.

The three Elders appeared to be in deep consultation, frequently casting gazes downward, casting a crushing weight upon those below.

If it were just one enemy, they might stand a chance, but given the strange, shifting atmosphere fostered by Ning’s technique, the situation felt unnatural.

Heaven help them—are these Unity Realm powerhouses actually here to oppose the Three Domains, or are they waiting to stab the world in the back?

The Sword Ancestor could only voice a silent prayer that Ning Qi would return post-haste, as he reached the limit of his endurance.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, the Sword Ancestor watched the three Elders descend, forming a precise triangular formation that completely sealed off the army of the Three Domains.

The Sword Ancestor messaged Qi Keqing and Zhu Yanchuan: "The two of you, it appears they have no intention of letting us depart alive."

Qi Keqing offered a faint smile. "The fault lies with Keqing. Had we not pledged our loyalty to Domain Master Ning, this crisis would never have come to pass."