This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1714 - 58: Who Says Heaven and Earth Are Boundless

The sky was clear for miles, bright and clear.

The Emerald Sea stretched endlessly, like a piece of beautiful jade, crystal clear and bright.

Sunlight reflected off the mirror-like sea surface, casting shimmering shadows like golden fish scales.

Suddenly, two beams of Sword Light skated across the waves, as if two fine lines appeared and extended continuously on the beautiful jade.

The two beams of Sword Light flew forward until white mist rose from the sea ahead, exuding a strange aura, and only then did the Sword Light stop.

The Sword Light dissipated, revealing two figures.

"Is this the Absolute Heaven place that Pavilion Master Qi mentioned?"

Lu Qingshan, dressed in a black sect master robe adorned with golden dragon patterns, gazed into the distance. His white hair fluttered slightly, ethereal and elegant, making him look like a Banished Immortal from a biographical novel.

Emerging from the other Sword Light, Chu Mu, standing shoulder to shoulder with Lu Qingshan, nodded slightly and said, "Let's go and see."

Lu Qingshan did not hesitate, stepping forward momentarily.

In one step, he traversed a distance that seemed both near and far, entering the white mist and his figure soon concealed.

...

Within the white mist, it was still a sea region.

A completely different sea region.

Clusters of Spirit Bamboo rooted deeply into this underwater domain.

Each cluster of Spirit Bamboo was exceptionally lush and thick.

Rooted in the seawater, they grew upwards to towering heights.

Looking out, countless purple-golden pillars seemed to stand tall.

Most importantly, the leaves of these purple bamboos shimmered brightly, emitting a white misty aura.

The white mist spread and gathered at the edges of this boundless Purple Bamboo Forest, forming a barrier-like boundary of mist.

This layer of white mist had mysterious abilities, capable of isolating everything.

With Lu Qingshan's current Primordial Spirit Realm, his Divine Sense could travel thousands of miles.

Yet now, upon reaching the white mist, it felt like it was obstructed by something and could advance no further.

"Is this the Absolute Heaven place?" Lu Qingshan couldn't help but speak, "It's truly miraculous."

The boundless Emerald Sea and Purple Bamboo Forest were vast enough to overshadow the Heavenly River Sea, forming a majestic purple sea, with Spiritual Energy diffusing around.

"It's such a magnificent Purple Bamboo Forest, forming was not easy. After the Heavenly Tribulation, I'm afraid not much will remain," Lu Qingshan commented instinctively.

"Your Tribulation Crossing site is not here, follow me," Chu Mu glanced at Lu Qingshan and spoke softly before moving forward to lead the way.

Lu Qingshan was not embarrassed and quickly followed.

After passing through the swaths of Purple Bamboo Forest, Lu Qingshan reached the forest's depths and saw a piece of land.

"This is indeed your Tribulation Crossing place," Chu Mu said.

Lu Qingshan looked ahead.

This was a vast island; strangely, all around the island grew clusters of Purple Bamboo, vibrant with life and Spiritual Energy abundant.

However, on the island, not a single blade of grass grew, the yellowed earth was barren, and Spiritual Energy was near exhausted.

Such a contrast was truly astonishing.

Chu Mu noticed Lu Qingshan's confusion at a glance and introduced, "This island once grew a stock of Bitter Bamboo; what you see of the Purple Bamboo Forest was all nurtured and derived from that Bitter Bamboo."

"Bitter Bamboo was born with a Spirit Root, extraordinary; it grew for countless years, continuously absorbing Spiritual Energy and the essence of the sun and moon, gradually developing a Spiritual Nature, ultimately facing the test of a Heavenly Tribulation."

"Heavenly Tribulations attracted by Spirit Bamboo of this level are extraordinary.

Unfortunately, it failed the Tribulation Crossing, completely obliterated, turned to dust, leaving no trace.

Everything on the island was also destroyed by the Heavenly Tribulation, just like what you now see, leaving only the Purple Bamboo Forest it had nurtured."

"Speaking of which, this place should be considered a 'haunted house,'" Lu Qingshan chuckled, "Pavilion Master Qi chose my Tribulation Crossing site here; it seems hardly a wise choice."

The more critical the moment became, the more relaxed Lu Qingshan appeared, even joking at his own expense.

Yet he wasn't wrong; Bitter Bamboo failed to cross the Tribulation here, and now Lu Qingshan had chosen to cross it here, which somewhat seemed inauspicious.

"According to him, this is called being blessed after misfortune," Chu Mu mused expressionlessly.

That did indeed sound like something Qi Butian would say.

Though the concept of fortune and feng shui, to Lu Qingshan, had always been a matter of belief or disbelief.

If nothing else, believing a bit wouldn't make a difference.

But truly at crucial moments, instead of believing in unseen and intangible things, Lu Qingshan preferred to trust in his own sword.

....

"Then shall I go?" Lu Qingshan asked.

"Go ahead," Chu Mu nodded.

From then on, he would no longer accompany Lu Qingshan, but watch the tribulation from afar, guarding Lu Qingshan's path.

Even a Demi-Ancestor didn't want to be entangled in Lu Qingshan's Heavenly Tribulation.

Lu Qingshan once again stepped forward, his figure slicing through the face of the desolate island, till reaching its central point.

Then, he saw an indescribably gigantic Deep Pit.

Lu Qingshan understood that this was where Bitter Bamboo once grew, blasted to its present state by Heavenly Tribulation.

Just from the desolate sight, one could imagine the flourishing Spiritual Nature of the Bitter Bamboo back then, likely dazzling and glorious, but all reduced to nothing under Heavenly Tribulation.

This was the Bitter Bamboo's end, but it was by no means his destiny.

Lu Qingshan lifted his head to the sky, his handsome face remarkably calm.

He knew that today's Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulations concerned more than just his life and death; it held extraordinary significance.

He had every reason to succeed.