This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1753 - 6: Seeking the Limits of Mountain and Sea
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"Then let's begin," Lu Qingshan murmured gently.
Fierce waves churned wildly and swelled up in his palm.
Spiritual radiance flickered, slowly forming a deep spirit seal.
The Power of the Mountains and Seas, that divine ability Lu Qingshan employed from the Foundation Establishment Realm up to the Sword Immortal Realm, remained effective and served as the solution Qin Yitian devised to shatter the deadlock.
The Power of the Mountains and Seas absorbed the essence from mountains and seas, annihilating every trace of life.
This truly amounted to scraping the land three feet deep.
Once Lu Qingshan reached the Sword Immortal Realm, the absorption scope of the Power of the Mountains and Seas had expanded to a horrifying extent, surpassing even the reach of his divine sense.
The instant after, Lu Qingshan turned his palm downward.
The spirit seal burst forth with brilliance spanning ten thousand zhang, gleaming magnificently across the heavens and earth.
Beneath the spirit seal's glow, the whole Black Armor Domain quaked violently.
A bizarre, immense wave exploded outward right away from Lu Qingshan as the core, radiating in every direction.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ferocious energy rippled fiercely, pooling into the soil, akin to countless rivulets merging into the ocean.
Across endless miles, the terrain shuddered beneath the distinctive pulse of the Power of the Mountains and Seas.
With the wave's expansion, the land rapidly became wasteland at a shocking pace, no matter its prior fertility or barrenness—only one fate awaited:
Desolation.
As barrenness claimed the earth, the power's surge intensified, erupting from below and funneling back to the desolation's source, precisely Lu Qingshan's position.
Amid the power's tempest core, Lu Qingshan's black-and-gold sect master robe billowed with thunderous flaps.
Mighty vital essence erupted visibly like solid spiritual glow, ascending from the ground, resembling thunderous serpents crossing skies and lands, endlessly flooding into Lu Qingshan's frame.
The immense, roaring Power of the Mountains and Seas inside him stirred a faint quiver in Lu Qingshan's heart.
At his present cultivation level, the Power of the Mountains and Seas' devouring span nearly engulfed half of the King Realm.
One could imagine he must never deploy this divine art in Sky Dome Heaven.
Its ruinous might proved far too devastating, capable of razing half a continent and imperiling myriad lives.
Though located in the Demon Domain now, a subtle shift crossed Lu Qingshan's face.
This stemmed not from tenderness, but the innate respect and dread every creature holds for the land, mountains, and seas.
Lu Qingshan gently soothed the turbulent feelings in his chest.
Grand excuses failed to desensitize him.
He refused to evade, to debate, or to delude himself with notions like "for the Human Race, no alternative existed."
Whatever the original motive, it altered nothing: his current acts constituted endless evil.
Sin remained sin.
Should retribution come, should karmic fires blaze, he would shoulder them solely.
A Sword Immortal who soared to the heavens once declared:
If the sky collapses, the tallest shall support it.
Among the Human Race now, he stood the tallest.
Regardless of justice or error, he would proceed, bearing every fallout alone.
In mere moments, the mighty Power of the Mountains and Seas flooded Lu Qingshan's body without leaking; it bloated his dantian at once, crammed his meridians, unleashing bursts of burning agony.
Boom!
Lu Qingshan, now "overloaded," plummeted from above, his feet embedding into the fractured soil.
Lu Qingshan steadied his stance, exhaling a barely audible breath.
No longer did he stare at the stars or hover in the lofty Nine Heavens; instead, he planted himself on the barren earth, advancing one deliberate step at a time.
Desolation ushered in utter quiet.
Within that hush, Lu Qingshan sensed his own robust, thundering heartbeat.
Boundless Power of the Mountains and Seas roiled inside, compelling his heart to hammer with force.
His white locks whipped in the breeze, pale like frost-covered weeds in the storm.
Lu Qingshan appeared burdened with weights surpassing mountains, grinding his teeth, locking the raging Power of the Mountains and Seas securely inside.
Swollen veins and crimson lines emerged on his chest, extending outward.
Lu Qingshan simply extracted his feet from the dirt, imprinting a profound mark, then pressed onward.
Though behind him flora decayed, soil turned to waste, and no life lingered, he marched on in muteness.
Like an ox.
Quietly plunging each foot into the sludge, unrelenting.
Voluntarily stooping as the people's beast of burden.
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The Black Armor Domain, boasting no fewer than forty-nine King Realms, stood as one of the Abyss's top three mighty domains—a sprawling expanse forged by the Asuras, the renowned War Tribe.
Right now, this enigmatic Demon Domain of obscure origins trembled under a colossal transformation unlike any before.
Earth shuddered fiercely, fissures splitting open without end.
Peaks heaved and swayed, sheer cliffs crumbled to pieces.
Heavens fractured apart, rivers halted in their tracks.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Lu Qingshan's pace quickened relentlessly.
Dashing across waterways, vaulting over countless summits, etching lines of profound imprints behind.
Countless Demon Race cities and tribes en route stood powerless, beholding their vital lands wither into desolation, reduced to barren waste and complete destruction.
A delicate hand stretched forth, easing the creases on the man's forehead amid a tender sigh, "Qingshan."
As he shouldered every burden, a steadfast presence remained beside him, treading the path together.
The sword ever stands by its Sword Master's side.
Through fortune or misfortune, triumph or defeat.
Winds of upheaval stirred, clouds churned endlessly.
The immense, boundless Power of the Mountains and Seas surged ceaselessly toward this man.
Like an ocean, he welcomed all that approached, quietly drawing it into his form.