Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 948 - 412: Four Realms of Sword Dao, Sword Rainbow Splitting Light_3
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"Not bad, not bad, it didn’t let me down!"
A smile of uncontrollable joy bloomed at the corners of Xu Ping’s mouth as he felt the formidable power emanating from the sword light galaxy.
The might of this Sword Array, amplified by his Perfection Swordsmanship and the Sword Rainbow Splitting Light realm, had undeniably surged to the pinnacle of the Late-Stage Nascent Soul level, perhaps even surpassing it.
If this array were combined with the Puppet Array, even a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Perfection stage would be a challenging opponent.
Naturally, facing an individual like Yun Weifeng, who possessed a Divinity Transformation treasure, he would still be outmatched.
Although he remained far from the Divinity Transformation realm, he had nevertheless transcended the Nascent Soul stage.
"However..."
The excitement in Xu Ping’s eyes quickly subsided, his brow furrowing slightly as he recognized several significant issues.
"While the Sword Array’s power has dramatically increased, the caliber of Magic Swords required has become astonishingly high."
"More crucially... the Mana consumption is simply too immense!"
With a wave of his hand, Xu Ping executed a Magic Technique, retracting the sword glints to reform the slowly swirling galaxy around his person.
Xu Ping then turned his attention inward, carefully assessing the drain incurred by his recent demonstration.
Within the Sea of Qi in his Dantian, the azure Nascent Soul, a miniature replica of himself, appeared somewhat diminished, clearly indicating a substantial expenditure.
That seemingly effortless display had depleted nearly one-sixth of his vast Mana reserves.
This was merely a preliminary test.
In a genuine life-or-death conflict, if he were to unleash the Sword Array at full power.
Executing such an attack a mere three times would leave him perilously close to Mana exhaustion.
Concurrently, the seventy-two Cyan Locust Wood Thunder Swords emitted subtle yet distinct groaning sounds.
The runes etched onto their surfaces, once vibrant and dazzling, had faded considerably.
It was evident that these Magic Swords were struggling to withstand the tremendous power infusion from the Sword Rainbow Splitting Light realm.
Were it not for the Canghua Divine Wood Sword, this Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure serving as the array’s core, absorbing the brunt of the strain.
The preceding strike would have shattered several of these precious half-step Spirit Treasure level Magic Swords instantly.
"Disperse."
With a mere thought, the sword light galaxy dissolved, and the seventy-two Flying Swords, along with the Canghua Divine Wood Sword, transformed into streaks of light and vanished into his sleeve.
Xu Ping once again directed his consciousness towards the ethereal proficiency panel.
[Cultivation Technique: Ten Thousand Woods Evergreen Scripture (Nascent Soul Chapter) Great Achievement: 1501/1600]
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"Only ninety-nine proficiency points remaining...."
A renewed spark of eagerness ignited in Xu Ping’s eyes. "Once the Ten Thousand Woods Evergreen Scripture reaches the Perfection realm, my total Mana, recovery speed, and purity will all undergo a qualitative transformation."
"By then, sustaining the consumption of this Sword Array should become significantly more manageable."
"At my current rate, within ten years of dedicated cultivation, I should achieve Perfection."
"As for upgrading the Magic Swords..."
Xu Ping let out a sigh. "I can only gradually gather materials for these seventy-two Magic Swords.... The required resources are simply astronomical."
Putting aside these thoughts, Xu Ping entered a secret chamber and assumed a cross-legged position.
He then commenced circulating his Cultivation Technique to recuperate the substantial amount of Mana that had been expended.
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Half a month later.
At the threshold of the Ancient Demon Hall, situated within the outer reaches of the God Burying Bay.
The cacophony of battle echoed thunderously.
Demonic Qi, Spiritual Light, and Demonic Power collided violently, transforming the oceanic expanse into a ferocious crucible of destruction.
Led by Yun Weifeng and Xuanmo True Monarch, accompanied by five other elite Human Race Great Cultivators, and a united front comprised of six Fourth Rank Upper Grade True Dragons under the command of King Ao Qin of the True Dragon Hall, they had already breached the multiple layers of defenses surrounding the Ancient Demon Hall. They advanced like a searing blade cutting through the heart of the demonic structure.
Resistance crumbled before them.
The Human Race Great Cultivators unleashed their formidable Magical Treasures, their Divine Techniques awe-inspiring to the heavens.
The True Dragons roared, their physiques nigh-invincible, and their Innate Divine Abilities tore through all obstacles.
Along their relentless advance, any ancient demons they encountered, from low-level demonic entities to formidable Nascent Soul stage beings, were utterly annihilated by this overwhelming surge of power.
Their objective was unmistakably clear.
They finally arrived at the central area of the Ancient Demon Hall.
Upon a vast, eerie altar seemingly carved from obsidian, a colossal sphere, gray-black and house-sized, floated in the void, its rotation slow and deliberate.
Countless visages of suffering, twisted beings, and ferocious demonic specters writhed and surfaced across the sphere's exterior.
An unfathomable deluge of life-and-death energy and the malevolent Qi of ancient demons pulsed forth, akin to corrosive ink, relentlessly corrupting the void and even rending numerous subtle yet persistent rifts in space.
"That is the Erosion Realm Secret Ceremony!"
King Ao Qin, the leader, revealed his true form, a hundred-zhang golden dragon. His draconic might was immense, with ferocity and a desire to kill blazing in his golden eyes, his voice booming like thunder.
Yun Weifeng, Xuanmo True Monarch, and the others also wore expressions of grave solemnity, their gazes filled not just with battle intent but also a surging urge to obliterate.
The arduous journey to this point, the immense cost, had all been for the sole purpose of confronting this entity.
"Destroy it!"
King Ao Qin bellowed a dragon's roar and plunged towards the gray-black sphere at the forefront.
His dragon claw lashed out, cleaving space, imbued with the pure Dragon Essence capable of vanquishing all that is unholy.
"Attack!"
Yun Weifeng likewise cried out with great force, while the other Great Cultivators and True Dragons unleashed their unique techniques, assaulting the Erosion Realm Secret Ceremony and the legion of high-ranking ancient demons guarding it!
"Insolent ants of the lower realms, how dare you intrude upon our Holy Race's grand design?!"
A sharp, infuriated shriek echoed from behind the altar as a demoness, adorned in dark palace robes, her face captivating yet contorted with malice, ascended into the sky.
Her heart pounded with both staggering disbelief and incandescent rage.
The very existence of the Erosion Realm Secret Ceremony was a closely guarded secret; how could cultivators of the lower realms and the Demon Race possibly uncover its location?
Furthermore, how did they navigate directly to this precise spot with such accuracy?!
"Could it be that the Crimson Soul Clan betrayed the secret?"
This rationale was the sole possibility that occurred to the comely demoness.
However, contemplation provided no solace at this critical juncture; her immediate duty was to halt their advance.
A ferocious engagement ignited in an instant.
Leveraging their positional advantage and specialized Secret Techniques, the demoness was capable of wielding power exceeding the Nascent Soul realm. Coupled with the self-sacrificing efforts of numerous high-ranking ancient demons defending their post, they unexpectedly managed to hold the coalition at bay for a considerable duration.
Nevertheless, the sheer might of the coalition continued to assert dominance.
King Ao Qin, in particular, operating in his true form, his power at the apex permitted by this world, unleashed torrents of dragon breath and rending dragon claws, his formidable presence seemingly without limit.
Yun Weifeng's peerless artifact also demonstrated an astonishing, boundless potency.