This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1760 9: The Most Tranquil Heart in the Mortal World

Should Ancestral Daoist Xia still linger in this world, the crisis gripping the Human Race would turn into a trivial affair.

A mere flick of his sleeve would suffice, claiming Luohu's life without disturbing a single cloud.

And with that, the ordeal would conclude.

To a Cultivator at the Tenth Realm, matters unfold with such effortless simplicity.

Nine stands as the limit; transcending the Ninth Realm places one beyond mortal bounds.

Yet in the present day, no one within the human domain possesses such transcendent power.

The Ninth Tribulations Sword Immortal holds immense might, but remains tethered to the mortal plane.

Thus, Lu Qingshan has no choice but to discover his own path...

By ceasing to be human.

Quite the humorous notion, this phrase.

Who would have thought transcending humanity truly grants greater strength.

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A soft wind carries a piercing chill.

The sword ascends to the vast skies, wandering unbound.

Sword Light streaks from the distant horizon, banishing all shadows and restoring crystalline clarity to the heavens.

Across the firmament, streams of escaping lights hurry past.

After securing their initial triumph in the second Dao-Demon war, the Human Race alliance from Guangling Pass made their way back.

Upon returning, they chose not to conceal the outcome but disclosed every detail with full honesty.

Despite the resounding victory in this clash, Luohu remained unscathed.

Soon enough, Luohu would rise to Demon Holy status, heralding the Demon Race's onslaught.

This revelation naturally unleashed massive upheaval throughout Sky Dome Heaven.

No matter their Cultivation stage or standing, every Cultivator learning of it felt profound worry and disquiet.

The dread inspired by the Tenth Realm proved overwhelmingly potent.

The whole Human Race plunged into a state of utmost alert never seen before.

Tension and unease began to permeate everywhere.

Bit by bit, this shifted into fury and unyielding resolve.

If doom awaits this realm inevitably, then at least grant a noble end?

A death both straightforward and honorable.

Riding this wave, increasing numbers of Cultivators rushed toward the battlefront.

Even those Loose Cultivators who clung to 'better the Taoist friend dies than this poor Taoist' now headed to the Seven Passes and Heavenly River City to join the fight for the first time.

Yet amid this widespread momentum, the path of this sword light ran counter to the fleeing lights.

Lu Qingshan rode inside that sword light.

Clutched in Lu Qingshan's embrace lay the Heaven and Earth Sword.

Its unyielding hardness defied all fracture.

Hence, it bore heavily upon Lu Qingshan.

Chu Mu had bequeathed this sword to him.

For ages, it symbolized Heavenly River City, the blade defending the human realm.

Today, it served as Lu Qingshan's own weapon.

This signified that protecting Heavenly River City—and indeed the entire human realm—had become Lu Qingshan's unavoidable duty.

It represented the supreme glory alongside the most crushing weight.

Yet the sheer absurdity of it all lies in this: Lu Qingshan hails from outside this human realm.

As the sole outsider across the human domain, he now stood as its protector.

What an incredibly theatrical twist.

Luckily for him, Lu Qingshan wasn't the pioneer in such a role.

Twenty thousand years prior, another had walked this path before him.

And that figure triumphed.

The experiences of ancestors serve as guiding beacons for successors.

He must pursue that profound truth.

Thankfully, no eighty-one trials like Tang Sanzang's awaited him, nor any roadside demons.

In this way, Lu Qingshan reached the Spirit-Nullifying Realm.

Spiritual energy stands utterly suppressed here, rendering Cultivation impossible in this domain.

Once, Luohu shattered that prohibition, soaring freely over the Spirit-Nullifying Realm.

Now, Lu Qingshan mirrored that feat.

His spirit remained unquelled by the Spirit-Nullifying Realm.

The heart of the Spirit-Nullifying Realm marked the former site of Magnet City.

Lu Qingshan entered the Spirit-Nullifying Realm for the second occasion, his initial visit to Magnet City.

Alas, Magnet City had vanished, reduced to rubble-strewn ruins and a colossal crater.

Evidently, visitors had preceded him, etching their taunts for any followers.

"Too late," Lu Qingshan murmured to himself.

Qi Butian had alluded to this spot as "a certain place."

Qi Butian had known of its existence from the beginning.

Particularly since taking up the mantle of Heavenly Secret Pavilion Master.

The prior Pavilion Master, prior to departure, imparted not just visions but knowledge as well.

Only now did Qi Butian share this location with another—Lu Qingshan.

For when mortals move, the heavens observe.

Anything uttered aloud risks detection and scrutiny.

This site demanded utmost secrecy.

Nevertheless, its existence became exposed.

It feels like cosmic irony.

The Vajra Indestructible Body inevitably shatters; utterly guarded secrets invariably spill forth.

Was it perhaps during the handover between the two Pavilion Masters that their supposedly flawless plan still allowed heavenly secrets to slip through?

Nobody knows.

Nor is there any need to know.

The result has already unfolded this way.

Having shown up one step too late, does coming here still hold value?

It does.

After all, the one who guided Lu Qingshan to this spot is presently the most all-knowing and all-powerful existence in the world.

Thus, a compelling reason for the visit must exist.

Such straightforward logic is undoubtedly spot on.

Naturally, even lacking other motives, Lu Qingshan remained eager to drop by and take a look.

Simply not at this moment.

What he needed most right now, after all, was time.

Into the deep pit, Lu Qingshan leaped.

Immensely profound was that pit.

Stating the obvious, of course.

Yet every pit, regardless of depth, reaches an end.

Obvious once more.

Bottom was reached swiftly by him.

Pitch black lay the ground below, bereft of any daylight.

Darkness troubles not the cultivators.

However, Lu Qingshan harbored a dislike for the dark, habitually opting to "switch on the lights" in its presence.

Over two decades had this custom ingrained itself deeply within him.

Whereupon the Heaven and Earth Sword cradled in his arms unleashed a radiant sword glow, brightening the vicinity.