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Lu Qing unleashed a powerful spatial attack, overwhelming the Black and White Temple Deputy Master. The Deputy Master realized Lu Qing's threat and vowed to eliminate his main body. He then unleashed a dark, corrosive mana that countered Lu Qing's spatial power, prompting Lu Qing to prepare a powerful sword strike.
The Sword Qi that manifested was unlike that of typical Sword Cultivators.
It wasn't merely a singular Sword Qi; it encapsulated his entire understanding of the Sword Dao.
It embodied a will to sever all obstacles, an Unbreakable intent.
With a subtle flick of his arm, an earth-shattering Sword Qi was unleashed by Lu Qing in the subsequent moment.
The Sword Qi traversed at a breathtaking velocity, seemingly defying the very fabric of space.
It appeared to ignore the concept of distance, reaching its intended target the instant it was projected.
The Deputy Temple Master felt an unnerving tremor in his core, instinctively sensing a harbinger of danger.
Its sheer ferocity and the pristine nature of that Sword Qi sent a shiver even through a powerhouse at the Peak of Unity Great Success like him.
However, he swiftly regained his composure.
This was because when that heaven-and-earth-cleaving Sword Qi made contact with the obsidian barrier before him, it merely elicited a fleeting ripple.
Though the barrier vibrated momentarily, it remained unyielding, completely nullifying the Sword Qi.
The Sword Qi disintegrated, transforming into specks of white light, which were then absorbed by the dark barrier.
Witnessing this, the Deputy Temple Master could not resist a derisive chuckle.
"In vain, boy. Your Power of Laws is inherently suppressed by my abilities. With your current might, breaching my Heavenly Demon Barrier is simply impossible."
His voice dripped with mockery, laced with a hint of arrogance.
Lu Qing disregarded the taunts, his brow furrowed as he intently observed the black barrier.
He was resolute in his refusal to yield.
In the next instant, he shifted his palm, and a searing crimson flame erupted from it.
This was a manifestation of the Fire Dao, its heat so intense it could sear the heavens and boil the oceans.
The flame contorted, taking the form of a fiery dragon, complete with bared fangs and sharp claws, lunging towards the Deputy Temple Master.
Yet, upon impacting the black barrier, the flame produced only a ripple before being utterly extinguished.
Lu Qing then shifted his focus to the Water Dao, and an icy blue stream flowed from his hand, a torrent that froze the very space it traversed.
But when this frigid stream struck the barrier, it met a similar fate, dissolving without a trace.
He then transitioned to the Gold Dao, projecting a golden edge of unparalleled sharpness, seemingly capable of slicing through anything.
However, this edge proved ineffectual against the barrier.
The Wood Dao, imbued with vibrant life force, also failed to penetrate.
The Earth Dao, possessor of immense weight, was equally repelled.
The Power Dao, vast and potent, only managed to create larger disturbances on the barrier's surface before dissipating into nothingness.
The Illusion Path, ethereal and enigmatic, sought to circumvent the barrier but was promptly swallowed by the dark mana.
Lu Qing had exerted nearly all nine manifestations of the Great Path's Power that he commanded.
Yet, the outcome was identical; the obsidian barrier stood Unbreakable, rendering his assaults futile.
The peculiar barrier appeared to possess the capability to dissolve and repulse the Power of the Great Path.
The Great Path's energy he channeled was mysteriously nullified as it neared the dark mana.
The Laws dispersed, the Power of the Great Path was consumed, as if it had never existed.
It was as if the opponent's power naturally held dominion over the Great Path's might.
Lu Qing ceased his assault, his brow deeply creased in thought.
It was at this juncture that he finally grasped the profound dread ancient sages harbored for the malevolent entities from the Otherworld.
If such creatures uniformly wielded comparable power, it would indeed represent an unparalleled threat to this celestial expanse.
The very essence of a cultivator lies in their mastery of the Great Dao and their ability to wield its power.
Should the power of the Great Dao be negated, a cultivator's strength would be drastically diminished, incapable of unleashing even thirty percent of their full potential.
It was no wonder those ancient sages opted for pre-emptive strikes into the Otherworld rather than allowing the conflict to spill into their own domain.
Because within these realms, those anomalous wicked beings constituted the gravest peril for conventional cultivators.
Still, Lu Qing's spirit remained unbroken.
If the ancient sages could vanquish the invading fiends, it implied that the power native to this world could indeed harm the adversaries.
It was simply a matter of his not yet discovering the appropriate methodology.
With this realization dawning, an idea sparked within Lu Qing's mind.
He pondered a crucial question.
Given the formidable nature of this barrier, capable of thwarting all his attacks, why had this individual not seized the initiative to strike during this opportune moment?
From the commencement of the assault until this very juncture, the Deputy Temple Master had remained ensconced within the barrier, exclusively employing a defensive posture, foregoing any proactive aggression.
Could it be that upon activating this peculiar barrier, the opponent's offensive capabilities were rendered inert?
Lu Qing's thoughts raced, and his gaze swept over the Deputy Temple Master.
He observed that despite the Deputy Temple Master's position behind the barrier, exuding an aura of calm assurance, he had refrained from any further actions, a stark contrast to his earlier commanding presence.
Lu Qing grew increasingly certain of his hypothesis.
He spoke, his tone measured yet carrying an undertone of inquiry.
"Your turtle shell is quite resilient, but I am curious, why aren't you attacking? Could it be that after activating this barrier, you are incapable of attacking?"
A subtle shift occurred in the Deputy Temple Master’s eyes, almost imperceptible.
He had not anticipated the young man’s mind to be so sharp.
Within merely a few exchanges, this individual had already grasped the inherent weakness of the Heavenly Demon Barrier.
It was true, although the Heavenly Demon Barrier was exceptionally potent—one of the paramount defensive techniques of their clan—it did possess a critical flaw.
Once deployed, the user would be immured within the barrier, completely severed from any external offensive capacity.
The barrier functioned as both a shield and a prison, safeguarding him while simultaneously trapping him.
Unless he chose to voluntarily dissolve the barrier, he was powerless to inflict any harm upon those outside.
This limitation was deeply rooted in the very essence of their clan’s unique power.
The Heavenly Demon Barrier was a manifestation conjured from their Origin Space.
Upon its activation, all their available power was channeled into sustaining the barrier, leaving no residual energy for offensive actions.
Naturally, the Deputy Temple Master had no intention of admitting this fact.
He emitted a chilling laugh, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Youngster, you believe I would disclose such a secret? If you possess the capability, try to breach it yourself. I wish to see how you intend to contend with me."
His tone was nonchalant, conveying an utter lack of concern for Lu Qing.
However, the subtle change in his gaze had already been keenly observed by Lu Qing.
The answer was now clear in his mind.
"So, it’s merely a turtle shell capable only of defense, unable to retaliate."
Lu Qing let out a cold sneer, a sharp glint of lethal intent flashing in his eyes.
"Let’s see how I crush a wounded dog and shatter your shell!"
The Deputy Temple Master’s heart clenched, though he maintained his verbal bravado: "With just you?"
Lu Qing offered no further words.
Drawing a deep breath, he slowly elevated his right hand.
The Nine Paths of the Great Dao’s power began to coalesce within his palm.
Space, the Five Elements, Sword Intent, raw Power, subtle Illusions…
Nine distinct energies converged in his hand.
They intertwined and resonated with each other, not in conflict, but in an uncanny, harmonious fusion.
The aggregate power swelled, growing in intensity with each passing moment.
Lu Qing’s palm started to radiate a soft luminescence.
The light was not blinding, yet it conveyed an immense depth, as if it were not a mere hand but a nascent universe unfolding.
The nine disparate powers of the Great Dao achieved perfect synthesis within his grasp.
This emergent aura, overwhelmingly potent and intensely focused, caused the Deputy Temple Master’s expression to contort drastically.
He could sense that the power contained within that palm far surpassed any previous offensive he had witnessed.
This was not a simple additive increase; it was a qualitative leap, a fusion where the sum was exponentially greater than its parts.
The sheer force continued to escalate, building to a crescendo that even caused the Deputy Temple Master to experience a sense of dread before it finally stabilized.
The Deputy Temple Master’s pupils constricted violently.
He yearned to retreat, but found himself immobilized, his body held captive by the Spatial Power.
He desired to act, yet discovered himself utterly incapable of any movement.
Confined within the barrier, he could only stand by helplessly as Lu Qing’s power reached its zenith.
At this juncture, a profound sense of foreboding washed over him.
That intangible dread, like an encroaching tide, began to engulf his being.
Meanwhile, far beyond in the cosmic expanse, cultivators at the Unity Realm Stage who detected this formidable aura also underwent a visible change in their demeanor.
Within the Sky-breaking Sword Sect, a venerable elder with flowing white hair, who had been immersed in deep seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze piercing the vastness of the star-filled sky.
"This particular aura… who could it possibly be?"
At the Kongming Sect, an aged nun experienced a startling disruption to her meditation, causing a sacred Buddha bead in her hand to crack.
"The power of nine distinct Great Dao? This… how can this be possible?"
In the Netherworld Palace, Qiu Ruofeng was engaged in a discussion with several of his esteemed elders.
Abruptly, he trembled, shot to his feet, and peered intently out the window.
"That’s Lu Qing’s aura! Whom is he currently confronting?"
The sheer intensity and immensity of this power caused these ancient beings, who had traversed tens of thousands of years, to feel a tremor of fear.
They were unaware of the unfolding circumstances, yet an inexplicable sense of unease permeated their very souls.
And now, the power gathered in Lu Qing’s hand had reached its absolute peak.
He fixed his gaze upon the Deputy Temple Master, a chilling resolve radiating from his eyes.
"Demon Child, let us see if you can withstand my ultimate strike!"
