Imperial Cultivation Chapter 1643 - 1639: Spirit Breaking

Chu Zhiyuan flicked his finger.

The Divine Essence of the Taixu True Scripture activated the Qiankun Sword Technique, and in an instant, a Sword Aura broke through the sky.

The Sword Aura, as thick as a finger, was crystal clear like an icicle.

After piercing through the Hand Seal, it penetrated the heart of the ugly middle-aged man, continuing to surge forward for ten meters before dissipating.

"You..."

The handsome young man flared up in anger, sending out a palm strike.

A Hand Seal condensed in front of him, forming a fierce tiger.

The tiger, two meters long and one meter high, with golden fur fluttering as if running wildly in the wind, charged towards Chu Zhiyuan.

The pelt and tiger eyes were vivid and real, and its aura instilled fear in all beasts, almost tangible.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, flicking out another Sword Aura.

Like a crystal-clear icicle, it pierced through the tiger’s forehead, passed through its spine, and shot towards the handsome middle-aged man.

After executing the palm strike, the handsome middle-aged man dodged, narrowly avoiding the Sword Aura, then followed up with two more palm strikes.

Several more tigers pounced towards Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan stood still, forming a sword with his fingers, condensing a crystal-clear Sword Aura in the air that did not disperse.

The three-meter-long, finger-thick Sword Aura was lightly flicked by his forefinger and middle finger, forming a cluster of Sword Aura that shielded him like a light shield.

The tigers were shredded by the Sword Aura, unable to make the slightest ripple in the air.

Meanwhile, the ugly middle-aged man lay motionless on the ground, dead.

If penetrated by a weapon, with the Spirit Venerable’s life force, unless directly through the brain, even a direct heart penetration could be survived.

But penetrated by Chu Zhiyuan’s Divine Essence, survival was impossible even if it wasn’t a vital spot.

The Divine Essence rampaged within his body, directly shattering his life force.

The handsome middle-aged man continuously executed palm strikes, constantly dodging, guarding against the Qiankun Sword Technique, only to realize something was wrong.

"Brother Chu!"

"Brother Chu!"

He shouted twice, but the ugly middle-aged man remained motionless.

He then realized something was amiss.

Because the ugly middle-aged man’s aura was extinguished, no longer detectable, meaning he was dead.

The Spirit Venerable’s aura could be sensed hundreds of kilometers away, let alone right before him.

Even if a Spirit Venerable entered slumber or performed some miraculous technique to conceal their aura, it was hard to completely eliminate it.

As long as life existed, so did the aura.

If the aura disappeared, it meant life had ended.

He couldn’t believe it, eyes burning with fury, executing palm strikes continuously, the tigers he condensed changing into black panthers.

Originally, the tigers were fierce and imposing, capturing the heart and soul, but after transforming into black panthers, they were incredibly fast.

Chu Zhiyuan stood with hands behind his back, using only his left hand, forming a sword with his fingers, gently flicking the Sword Aura.

And the three-meter Sword Aura grew longer and longer, reaching four meters, five meters, six meters... finally extending to ten meters.

A ten-meter Sword Aura was no longer a light shield but a vortex, engulfing the charging black panthers.

Chu Miaomiao shook her head, "This is just a foolish guy!"

It was clear that victory was impossible for them.

Yet the handsome middle-aged man still attacked in vain, rather than fleeing for his life.

Was there even talk of loyalty? Seeking revenge for a comrade?

Chu Zhiyuan asked, "Which realm’s Spirit Venerable are you from?"

The handsome middle-aged man gritted his teeth, pulling out a square seal from his bosom.

The golden square seal, the size of a palm, appeared forged from gold.

It shone brilliantly, with mysterious patterns flickering faintly.

Chu Zhiyuan sighed.

The next moment, his right hand flicked continuously a dozen times.

A dozen Sword Auras condensed in the void in front of the handsome middle-aged man, descending like a rain of arrows.

The dozen Sword Auras appeared suddenly, just two meters away, striking the handsome middle-aged man instantaneously, leaving him no chance to dodge.

He didn’t even have time to throw the Golden Seal before being riddled with holes.

"You..." The handsome middle-aged man’s eyes widened, pointing firmly at him.

The golden seal in his hand hovered mid-air, slowly falling to the ground.

Chu Miaomiao looked at the wide-eyed, motionless handsome middle-aged man, shaking her head, "Does he not believe he could be killed?"

The handsome middle-aged man stood like a statue, completely still, with no blood flowing from his body.

The dozen Sword Auras embedded into his body, not creating bleeding wounds like blades, but directly impaled his internal organs, instantly destroying all vitality.

At the same time, they also locked the blood inside, preventing any flow.

Even the ugly middle-aged man didn’t bleed outward, appearing simply as if he had fallen asleep.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded, "They thought that as Spirit Venerables, they could easily withdraw unscathed."

Slaughter between Spirit Venerables, unless the realm was overwhelmingly different, they could easily escape due to their robust life force.

Chu Miaomiao praised, "Your Finger Technique is quite powerful."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

An Elephant Beast appeared on his shoulder, transforming into a white light ramming into the golden seal.

The golden seal then shot towards Chu Zhiyuan, whom he reached out to catch.

Chu Miaomiao curiously observed the golden seal, "What kind of treasure is this?"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "This treasure hasn’t been fully refined."

Inside, he shook his head silently.

These two Spirit Venerables had been Spirit Venerables for too long and had lost their sense of reverence.

From the beginning, they never regarded themselves as Spirit Venerables, always considering themselves Venerables.

Even after killing the ugly middle-aged man, he thought it was due to superior Miracle Technique or a Spiritual Artifact.

Feeling something wrong, he wanted to activate the most powerful Spiritual Artifact, one that hadn’t been fully refined yet.

This was a Spiritual Artifact they obtained in the Divine Domain.

This wasn’t their first time plundering encounters; before seizing Chu Miaomiao, they had already taken once, which was exactly this golden seal.

Having tasted sweetness, they couldn’t resist, insisting on seizing Chu Miaomiao as well.

His eyes suddenly cleared, looking at the golden seal.

A moment later, satisfied, he said, "This golden seal is nice, I’ll keep it."

"Naturally, it should be yours," Chu Miaomiao said, "What is it?"

Chu Zhiyuan stated, "It should be a Spiritual Artifact for suppressing Heart and Spirit."

This seal is called the Breaking Spirit Seal.

It was specifically created to restrict Spiritual Artifacts.

It can disperse the spirit light imprinted within a Spiritual Artifact, causing it to lose control and revert to an ownerless state.

This type of Spiritual Artifact was something he encountered for the first time.

"Look, check it out." He tossed the Breaking Spirit Seal to Chu Miaomiao.

Chu Miaomiao caught it, turned it over several times, touched it, pinched it, and even tried activating it with Spiritual Essence.

Ultimately, she tossed it back to Chu Zhiyuan, "It doesn’t seem to be very useful."

She couldn’t grasp the wonder of the Breaking Spirit Seal, only feeling its power was ordinary. When Spiritual Essence entered, it was sluggish and not very agile.

No matter how good a Spiritual Artifact is, if it isn’t flexible, it can’t be operated smoothly.

Just like a Treasure Sword, no matter how sharp and sturdy, if it’s cumbersome to wield, its power isn’t worth mentioning.

Only in the hands of one with immense strength could its power be unleashed.

To someone with less strength, this Treasure Sword would be a burden.

In her view, the Breaking Spirit Seal was like this, understanding why the handsome middle-aged man delayed using it.

Chu Zhiyuan put it into his sleeve, entering the Inner Universe, and began rapidly refining it.

Chu Miaomiao took a thin booklet from her sleeve, handing it to Chu Zhiyuan, "I got this in a mountain cave."

Chu Zhiyuan took it, finding it as light as a feather. The booklet was very new, as if freshly made, showing no signs of ancient age.

"Someone must have just put it there, right?" Chu Miaomiao questioned, "So new."

Chu Zhiyuan’s eyes suddenly cleared.

Moments later, reverting to normal, he slowly opened the booklet, "It shouldn’t have been just placed there."

According to what the Divine Eye saw, this thin booklet existed for hundreds of thousands of years.

Its unusual material left it untouched by the passage of time.

Moreover, the contents weren’t Martial Arts Heart Methods but merely a record.