This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1739 66: I Am Fate Itself

Heaven's Gate reappears in the human world.

This has already surpassed the scope of Heavenly Tribulation.

Not thunder, not lightning, nor causality.

It's simply extermination.

The meaning is already very clear.

Heaven and Earth do not allow the existence of a Sword Cultivator of the Ninth Tribulations.

This is an outcome that brings despair.

With Heaven's Gate above, who can resist?

As Luohu said, if the heavens don't tolerate you, how can you survive?

Who can defy the will of Heaven and Earth?

Since ancient times, it seems that only Ancestral Patriarch Xia did.

But even Ancestral Patriarch Xia in the end couldn't escape the calculation of the Heavenly Dao.

The massive, irresistible pressure descended from the sky, from Heaven's Gate, and fell upon Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan had already surged his mana to its most powerful, yet still couldn't resist.

With a crash, his body fell onto the surface of the sea; his feet collided heavily with the water, splashing it skyward.

The intense pain was clearly perceived by him, leaving Lu Qingshan's face pale.

Pale, not due to pain—what pain could compare to the earlier serpent-swallowing-dragon?

Pale, because against the aura of Heaven's Gate, he was helpless.

In front of the Heavenly Dao, even after enduring the Eight Layer of Heavenly Tribulation, he still seemed so small.

The path of defiance against the heavens was about to end; he was about to die, unable to change anything.

Then, what was the point of all he had done?

In the deathly silence, he heard his own clear and powerful heartbeat.

It was as if he heard countless whispers by his ears.

Right or wrong, since choosing this path, then stubbornly walk it to the end.

As long as there's breath, keep moving forward.

"Then let's go!"

A Sword Heart was beating wildly, sending boundless strength throughout his body.

He sank down, as if carrying a piece of the vast heavens.

Lu Qingshan simply bent his back deeply, clenched his teeth, using all his strength, stood straight, then pressed heavily with his foot onto the sea surface.

Clearly the sea surface, yet at this moment it resembled deep earth, leaving a deep footprint.

Then, Lu Qingshan's body rose again, leaving the sea surface.

But just this simple action almost exhausted his entire strength.

Lu Qingshan's face became even paler.

Above the Nine Heavens, Heaven's Gate occupied all his sight.

The figure behind Heaven's Gate was stirring restlessly.

Lu Qingshan lifted his head, directly facing that door emitting infinite light, like an ant.

There was no sign of fear on his face.

He no longer had the strength to go further.

In the next moment, fiery red Dragon Sparrow, emerald green Peach Blossom, deep blue Oblivion, profound black Demon Suppressing, sky blue Tian Qing, purple Lie Que appeared around Lu Qingshan.

Then, he lightly waved his finger.

Only six extremely clear sword whispers were heard, six Life-bound Swords, like six tornadoes or six arrows, suddenly blossomed, soared into the sky, stabbed straight into the Heaven's Vault.

Each Sword Light dragged out a long trail, spanning the Nine Heavens, across countless miles.

This was a scene rarely seen in thousands of years.

After traversing such distant distances, Lu Qingshan's swords finally reached the realm of Heaven's Gate.

But like climbers, upon reaching the mountain peak, they were already exhausted.

The six Flying Swords, enough to strike fear in both demon and human realms, at this moment were like six small stones thrown into a lake, unable to stir any ripples.

His sword fell from heaven.

Lu Qingshan was not surprised by this result.

His lexicon lacked despair, and surrender.

Even if it meant dying, he would fight to the end.

He simply raised his head higher, like a towering Qingshan, directly facing the infinite light above.

Then, Lu Qingshan took another step upward, leaving a deep footprint also in the void.

With a crack, both of his leg bones completely shattered.

But he still didn't fall, standing straight, continuing to stride upward.

Even if the legs were broken, he continued to ascend.

The Eight Tribulation Realm possesses the strength to battle top-level Demon Lords, this combat power, signifies defiance against the heavens.

Those who defy the heavens must suffer the punishment against the sky.

And this is the path he chose.

Leaving one deep footprint, he continued upward, advancing toward the light.

Even as bones began to crack and break audibly, he hesitated not at all.

Relentless advancement, like Kuafu chasing the sun, even if thirst led to death, he certainly wouldn't stop.

The light grew increasingly closer.

Oppressed by the Heavenly Dao, every pore on Lu Qingshan's body began to bleed uncontrollably, flowing downwards, into the Heavenly River Sea, immediately diluted.

Heaven's Gate gradually opened a crack; a pure light figure was waiting, waiting for Heaven's Gate to open more, ready to emerge at any moment.

Then, death would arrive.

Lu Qingshan made many choices in this life, many efforts, now everything was about to transform into void, losing all meaning.

Truly resigned?

Pangu created heaven.

Kuafu chased the sun.

Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs.

Who asked if they were resigned?

As long as willing, then resigned.

Just then.

A shadow joined the light, exactly covering Lu Qingshan.

That Heavenly Dao pressure meant to crush Lu Qingshan suddenly vanished.

Because someone walked ahead of Lu Qingshan, shielding him from all the wind and rain.

A very tall silhouette, with its back to Lu Qingshan, face unseen, its body's edge gilded, more blurred.

But Lu Qingshan knew who it was.