This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1738 65: Heaven's Will Has Ever Been Hard to Fathom

And in his eyes, the only person in the world worth "showing off" to was right in front of him, so if he didn't say it now, when would he?

Boom!

In an instant, a huge buzzing sound echoed through heaven and earth.

A rainbow light darted from Chu Mu's divine hand, shooting fiercely towards the Luohu incarnation.

Flying Sword!

Just as Luohu was most proud, a Flying Sword containing all the strength within Chu Mu's divine body shot towards him at an absolutely unreactable speed for Luohu's incarnation.

The next moment, a wailing scream from the Luohu incarnation came from the sky, but eerily, at the corners of Luohu's mouth, there was a slight smile.

The Sword Light gathered.

"As expected, just as I thought." Luohu turned his main body, looked at the incarnation, and smiled.

The wailing of the Luohu incarnation gradually stopped.

His entire body was broken, with no place intact, barely hanging on to life, already close to death.

"Indeed." Yet the Luohu incarnation eerily laughed, looking at Chu Mu, "You're truly impressive. If I truly endured this strike, I would be either dead or half crippled."

Chu Mu frowned, looking at the incredibly eerie two bodies of Luohu.

In the next moment, under Chu Mu's gaze, a radiance flashed on Luohu's incarnation, and the originally gruesome injuries seemed to rapidly recover as if time was reversing.

"Hehe." Luohu's main body showed a sinister smile to Chu Mu.

"Chu Mu, I anticipated your reaction."

"In truth, there's no need to calculate. If I become a saint, I'm invincible in the world. The only thing you can do is to kill me on the spot, but since I dared to appear, I'm fully prepared."

"To be honest, though I have cultivated a Saint Realm Primordial Spirit, before truly ascending to the Saint Realm, I wouldn't risk fighting you."

"After all, you are Chu Mu."

The words ended, and with a pop, Luohu's main body shattered like foam and vanished.

Illusion!

The Luohu who was "showing off" before Chu Mu, whether the main body or the incarnation, had unknowingly both turned into illusions, with the two real bodies having long fled with the collected Essence Blood!

This is the power of the Saint Realm Primordial Spirit.

Even if only one percent of its strength can be displayed, it's enough to deceive Chu Mu, the first person of the time!

"What method do you have now?

I left you an illusion; if you really can't do anything else, you can vent on it."

The Luohu incarnation illusion sneered, "I said long ago, Chu Mu, this time, you lost!"

Buzz!

Wave after wave of troubles arose anew.

Just at this moment, a creepy voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the Luohu illusion's mocking.

He felt a foreboding sense of danger, instinctively raising his head.

Not only him but Chu Mu and Lu Qingshan also looked up.

In the night, dazzling golden light rose, extending towards the distance under the night moon, as if an invisible giant pen was making strokes.

With the extension of the golden light, lines of golden patterns emerged, interweaving in the Gao Tian.

These were marks of the sky, the Heavenly Path Chart.

At the center of the Heavenly Path Chart, light erupted.

Countless lights poured out, cascading down, landing on the already calm as a mirror Heavenly River Sea's surface.

Then the Heavenly River Sea surface, like a mirror, gathered all the light into a pillar, reflecting it into the Nine Heavens.

Above the Nine Heavens, at the point where the light pillar landed, vast ripples spread out.

Among the ripples, gradually, a giant gate seemed to slowly reveal its outline.

This outline enveloped Lu Qingshan below.

A vicissitude and ancient aura spread out.

Luohu's face showed an indescribable shock. For this gate, he had a vague guess in his heart but also felt incredulous, unable to believe it.

Yet, as the endless ripples echoed, the outline became clearer and clearer...

With another roar, the outline inflated fiercely, growing larger, occupying the entire Heaven's Vault, completely forming.

It was a gate, behind which flashes of figures appeared.

Every figure flashing past erupted with an unfathomably ancient and heart-pounding aura.

The pressure also surged violently at that moment, surging to a terrifying extent, causing Lu Qingshan, positioned directly under the gate, to uncontrollably retreat, even making cracking sounds as if about to be shattered.

Lu Qingshan's face turned unsightly.

"Hahahahahahahaha! It turns out to be the Heaven's Gate!"

Seeing the outline forming at that moment, Luohu's illusory body paused, then suddenly laughed wildly, almost tearing up from laughter.

"Manifest the Heaven's Gate to become a Demi-Ancestor, open the Heaven's Gate to accept the Heavenly Dao's baptism, if undying, one can trace back, achieving one's destiny to the Ancestral Realm."

"As the Heaven's Gate of the Ancestral Tribulation, it's actually the final stage of your Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulations!"

"Ridiculous, ridiculous, this is an impossible tribulation to overcome, the Heavenly Dao's determination to kill you even at the expense of defying the rules."

"Heaven cannot accommodate you, how can you survive?"

"Men plan, heaven decides."

"Chu Mu, whether you or Lu Qingshan, are rare heroes in all ages, and with the power of one person, you can prosper an entire clan."

"Unfortunately, many things are not in human affairs, but in heavenly will."

"Since ancient times, heavenly will is hard to question!"

In the unbridled, unchecked laughter, Luohu incarnation's illusion gradually dispersed, vanished.

He no longer paid attention to the destined-to-die Lu Qingshan.

As for Chu Mu, he temporarily lost interest in mocking him.

Instead, he'll reserve it, waiting to personally take Chu Mu's life after becoming a saint!