Imperial Cultivation Chapter 1488 - 1484: Breaking Through the Door

His urgency had already been frightened back.

No adventure is worth it if you don’t survive first.

"This sword..." Huang Zhengyang looked at Zheng Zhenxing: "Is something not right?"

"Not right?" Luo Yun asked: "What’s not right?"

He carefully examined it, shook his head, and looked at Zheng Zhenxing, who was frowning deeply.

Meng Xianda said: "Has this sword changed? Switched to another one?"

He looked around: "Did someone enter the Array, deceiving our eyes?"

Luo Yun’s face changed.

Meng Xianda chuckled.

Luo Yun said irritably: "Old Meng, at a time like this, you still manage to joke!"

Meng Xianda laughed: "The more pressing the moment, the more one should keep an open heart, and not be scared stiff."

Huang Zhengyang nodded solemnly: "Brother Meng is very right; we must not be scared."

Meng Xianda grinned: "We’ve come in, anyway, it’s a gamble. If we win, we’ll soar to great heights and have a lifetime of achievement; if we lose, worst case, we die; it’s nothing."

"Old Meng, you...," Luo Yun was startled: "There’s no need to talk about life and death; I haven’t lived enough yet, it’s not that serious!"

Meng Xianda laughed: "Heh, Little Luo, I’ve figured out that the more you’re afraid, the less you can achieve. If you let go, you become unstoppable!"

Luo Yun shook his head, unconvinced, and looked at Huang Zhengyang: "Brother Huang, what’s going on with this sword?"

Huang Zhengyang said: "It should have changed; it depends on whether Brother Zheng agrees with my feeling."

Zheng Zhenxing’s face turned sullen, and he slowly nodded: "I just lost my connection with it."

The hands of the three tightened involuntarily, gripping the knives and swords at their waists.

They held noble positions and all had Divine Weapons connected to their heart and spirit.

If truly losing connection with it, losing the tacit understanding would weaken its power, most fearfully losing its spirituality as well.

Once spirituality is lost, it’s merely a mortal weapon.

The weapons in their hands, though not Spiritual Artifacts, had acquired initial spirituality through long-term nurturing, making them different from ordinary weapons.

Regressing to ordinary weapons is like Spirit Venerable Ninth Transitions becoming someone unable in Martial Arts, a destructive blow.

It’s nearly impossible to re-condense spirituality.

"It’s this Stone Gate that’s strange!" Luo Yun snorted.

Zheng Zhenxing’s face was as sullen as iron.

Without gaining anything yet, his Treasure Sword was already lost.

This made him feel distressed, hard to hide his expression.

Luo Yun looked at Huang Zhengyang: "Brother Huang?"

Huang Zhengyang grinned: "Brother Luo, why don’t you give it a try."

"My stones, they don’t hurt or itch, they’re not as useful as your Flying Knife."

"Brother Luo, my Flying Knife is for saving lives at critical moments."

"Brother Huang, if we can’t even enter the main gate, are we to watch this opportunity slip away without achieving it?"

Zheng Zhenxing said solemnly: "Brother Huang, let’s focus on getting inside first."

Huang Zhengyang said: "The power contained in this Flying Knife is limited, using a bit consumes a bit. You don’t want to rush in and then run out of power at a critical moment, do you?"

Luo Yun said: "Brother Huang, we can’t even get in, so what’s the point of talking about saving lives?"

Meng Xianda drew out the long sword from his waist and slashed violently.

"Swoosh!"

The sword light flashed like a crescent moon on the Stone Gate, then disappeared into it.

"Sure enough, it’s strange!"

Meng Xianda slashed again.

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

...

He slashed twelve times in one breath; the crescent moon sword light turned into a full moon.

The power grew stronger, but the results were like stones sinking into the sea.

"Brother Meng, stop!" Zheng Zhenxing urged.

Meng Xianda held the sword, looking at him.

Zheng Zhenxing stared at the long sword on the Stone Gate, his face growing increasingly sullen.

The long sword had already lost its brilliance.

It seemed to have aged thousands of years, the once bright sword was now dim, close to decaying.

"This is..." Meng Xianda frowned: "Is it because of me?"

"Very likely." Zheng Zhenxing snorted.

Meng Xianda said confusedly: "Looks like this sword is not worth keeping after all."

"Nonsense!" Zheng Zhenxing hurriedly said.

Meng Xianda said: "Old Zheng, face the reality; this sword is truly ruined."

Zheng Zhenxing gritted his teeth: "It’s still salvageable!"

"How will you save it?" Meng Xianda said: "You’re not daring to take it, just looking at it?"

Zheng Zhenxing looked pleadingly at Huang Zhengyang.

Huang Zhengyang shook his head: "Brother Zheng, it’s not the time to use the Flying Knife yet."

"Brother Huang!" Zheng Zhenxing said solemnly: "Are we to be stopped outside, just watching?"

"There’s another way." Huang Zhengyang said.

Zheng Zhenxing was dissatisfied: "The Flying Knife is for saving lives, but such an opportunity comes only once, missing it is a lifetime of regret!"

Huang Zhengyang said: "Let us join forces to attack it strongly."

"Good idea." Luo Yun said.

He was extremely dissatisfied with Zheng Zhenxing’s selfishness, eager to see him suffer.

"Sigh..." Zheng Zhenxing was also very unhappy with Huang Zhengyang’s reluctance to use the Flying Knife.

Meng Xianda said: "Come on, together!"

"Let’s use the Court’s Little Four Symbols Formation."

"Come on."

The four stood at their respective positions, Luo Yun shouted: "I’ll start!"

He punched out.

The fist glow condensed into a white sphere in the air.

The other three punched as well.

All four fist glows were white spheres, merging with Luo Yun’s to become a blazing little sun.

"Boom!"

The Stone Gate remained as steady as a rock amid the tremendous roar.

Their joint strike didn’t even cause it to tremble.

"Again!"

"Boom!"

"Again!"

"Boom!"

...

After twelve punches, they stopped, their faces darkening.

Luo Yun smiled bitterly: "Brother Huang, what now?"

"Sigh..." Huang Zhengyang smiled bitterly.

He really had nothing to say.

The four had exerted every effort; holding back in such a time would be asking for trouble.

Yet it was like an ant shaking a tree.

Huang Zhengyang slowly reached into his bosom, carefully pulling out a crystal-clear, delicate Flying Knife.

Their eyes were all captivated by this little Flying Knife, not leaving for a moment.

"It all hinges on it!" Luo Yun said.

They had all witnessed the power of this Flying Knife, its astonishing speed, and strength.

"Brother Chu, help me out!"

Huang Zhengyang tossed the Flying Knife towards the sky, clasping his fists towards it.

"Buzz..." The Flying Knife floated in the air, trembling slightly, producing a sound like a swarm of bees.

As soon as Huang Zhengyang finished speaking, it disappeared silently, the next moment appearing before the Stone Gate, another moment later, a "pop" sound was heard.

The Stone Gate turned to powder, spraying everywhere.

A cave instantly opened up in front of the four, strands of strange fragrance shooting out, drilling into their nostrils.

They couldn’t react in time, wanting to close their mouths and lock their noses was already too late.

As soon as they inhaled the fragrance, their spirits lifted instantly, involuntarily revealing smiles.

"What a knife!"

"What a Spiritual Artifact!"

They praised, then their eyes gleamed, their whole bodies following suit.

Especially the scent that entered their nostrils, it was refreshing, making them feel twice as energized, inexplicably excited.

They felt at this moment they could punch through anything, with a shout that could break the clouds.

"Heh, heh..."

"Heh, heh..."

"Ha, ha..."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha..."

Involuntarily, they grinned, showing peculiar smiles, ready to rush into the cave.

At this moment, suddenly, they swayed, and their vision began to shake.

"Eh?"

"It’s poison!"

"Poison!"

"Quick, take the Antidote Pill!"

"Our Antidote Pill should still be effective!"

They quickly sobered up, feeling the problem wasn’t serious; the effect of the Antidote Pill from the Snake Valley hadn’t worn off, it was sufficient.

But at the next moment, they shook violently again, then fell limply to the ground.

"Retreat!"

"Yes, retreat, get out of this Grotto Heaven!"

"It’s poison, going back won’t help, charge forward!"

"The Array is still here; retreat is impossible."

Luo Yun cursed: "Damn, could it be we’re not making it out alive this time?"

Huang Zhengyang looked at the Flying Knife hovering in mid-air.

The Flying Knife floated silently, seemingly looking down at them.

Huang Zhengyang smiled bitterly: "Brother Chu, you didn’t see clearly this time."

After saying this, he could no longer hold on and closed his eyes.

Chu Zhiyuan, seeing this, couldn’t help but smile and shake his head.