Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills - Chapter 378:
Chapter 378: Chapter 85: Witnessing Sword Master Old Wang, Spiritual Mountains Catastrophe
Translator: 549690339
The Devil Shadow loomed like a mountain, reflecting the rolling dark clouds on the horizon, transforming the serene Spiritual Mountains into a completely different scene.
Above the formation, waves of power constantly trembled.
Both the Devil Sect and the Immortal Sect had many powerful cultivators of the Metamorphosis Stage fighting fierce battles!
“Bang.”
The ancient bronze bell infused with infinite magic power flew out, cutting through the dark demonic clouds and knocking a Devil Sect Ancestor’s body flying, splattering a large amount of blood.
The power released by the ancient bell was extremely terrifying, so much so that even the primordial spirit of the Metamorphosis Stage couldn’t withstand it, showing cracks and threatening to shatter.
“Roar.”
The red-haired, naked primordial spirit behind the Devil Sect Ancestor roared furiously, releasing magic power from inside, forming a giant demonic ball resembling Mount Tai crushing down. The height and figure of his primordial spirit rapidly increased while the cracks on his body swiftly disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, this red-haired and naked primordial spirit became as tall as a mountain range, with majestic magic power surging continuously.
The Metamorphosis Realm allowed cultivators to achieve a leap in their life essence, causing a violent increase in magic power and breaking through the constraints of space. The awakened primordial spirit possessed the power to shake Heaven and Earth.
However, under normal circumstances, those of the Metamorphosis Stage wouldn’t easily use their life-bound primordial spirits because the consumption was too huge, and the destructive power was astonishing, only saved as a desperate measure.
Only under emergencies like life-or-death battles would cultivators reveal their primordial spirits, unleashing their full power without reservation.
“Fresh in the Metamorphosis Stage, you dare to act presumptuously in front of me.”
The owner of the ancient bronze bell was the ancestor of Mysterious Palace. He hung the bell in his palm and spoke in a deep voice.
As he spoke, the copper bell rapidly enlarged, turning into a rotating star with boundless shadows that pressed down towards the chaotic ball where the Devil Sect Ancestor was.
At this moment, another ancestor from the Ten Devil Sects rushed over. The life-bound primordial spirit of this ancestor stood several hundred feet tall, towering like a mountain. Wearing blood-red armor, he emitted an extremely majestic and evil magic power. He offered a devil seal and clashed with the ancient bell of Mysterious Palace.
“Ancestor of Mysterious Palace, stop your madness!”
As he spoke, he mobilized his evil qi and spiritual power, urging the immense devil seal with all his might.
A million intricate black devil patterns emerged on the surface of the devil seal with majestic purple thunders pouring out.
“Boom.”
Another dazzling dark thunder erupted, fiercely striking the formation barrier above.
The formation experienced a violent vibration, but it was not broken.
“Mysterious Palace, we’ll assist you!”
Lotus Sect Master, Taihao Sect Master, Qingyun Sword Lord, and others took action one after another, gathering their power onto the ancient bell of Mysterious Palace.
The glow on the ancient bell grew brighter and brighter, like the sun hanging high in the sky, while the white beard of the ancestor of Mysterious Palace fluttered in the wind, his eyes shining as he urged his life-bound magical treasure to unleash an even more powerful attack.
With the support of multiple ancestors and the power of countless cultivators at the Spiritual Mountains, he didn’t believe he couldn’t resist the attack of the Devil Sect.
However, at this moment.
At the foot of a green and desolate mountain range, a handsome black-haired man landed on the green vines and was already far away from the great battle between the Immortal and Devil Sects.
This man was Situ Huan.
“As long as I can delay the ancestors of Spiritual Mountain, I’ll have the opportunity to obtain the ancestral weapon within the sword pavilion amidst the chaos of the battle.” Situ Huan chuckled silently, looking towards the interior of Limitless Immortal Sect.
The towering sword pavilion pierced the clouds, very conspicuous.
He took out a token from the demon ring and held it facing the grand formation.
As the token flickered, spatial ripples appeared, opening an entrance before him.
He easily entered the interior of the Spiritual Mountains.
This token was hard to obtain from a true disciple of the Immortal Sect, specifically for this day.
In the location where the sword pavilion was, the mountain peak was like a sharp sword piercing the sky, the mountain top appearing sword-shaped, symbolizing the sacred land of sword skills. Their pavilions hovered like lonely islands above the sea of clouds.
At the moment, there were very few people in the sect, so Situ Huan encountered almost no obstacles on his path.
He followed the guidance of the demon ring and headed towards the position of the sword pavilion.
Back when the Devil Lord was sealed by Ancestor Yan Zu’s life-bound flying sword, he was trapped in the abyss of Demon Ridge every day, and his body drained of demonic blood. He was extremely sensitive and clear to the energy of Yan Zu’s sword and bloodline power, which allowed him to create such a special demon ring.
The ring could guide him to the location of the ancestral weapon.
“Halt!”
“Who dares to trespass on the restricted area of the Sword Pavilion!”
As Situ Huan arrived at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, several disciples who were guarding the place yelled as they tried to stop him.
“Bang!”
With a cold expression on his face, Situ Huan waved his hand and unleashed a wave of Rebirth Realm pressure, directly sending the guarding disciples flying, coughing up blood and losing consciousness.
These subordinates were not a match for him at all.
Stepping into the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, he felt the sharp sword intentions like piercing needles on his back.
Situ Huan’s heart was already filled with excitement, just one step away from finding the second ancestral weapon of Yan Zu. Breaking the seal of the Devil Lord would also be achievable in no time.
However, just as he was about to step onto the second floor.
An old man with a worn-out appearance appeared before him.
“Who are you?”
Even though Situ Huan perceived this man to be only of average strength, he vaguely sensed a dangerous aura.
“I am the sword-guarding elder, responsible for taking care of and polishing the treasured swords here.”
The old man Wang replied indifferently, unfazed by Situ Huan’s cultivation.”Since you are just a sword-watcher, leave quickly, and don’t block my way. Perhaps I can spare your life.”
Situ Huan did not act recklessly but first tried to provoke the elder with words.
Old man Wang did not budge and simply stood in front of him without any intention of giving way.
“Watching the swords is my duty.”
“In that case, don’t blame me for not showing courtesy.”
Situ Huan snorted coldly, gathering evil qi in his palm, accumulating power, and struck at the elder intending to smash him to pieces.
Old man Wang’s expression remained indifferent as he raised his fingers, and an invisible sword intention scattered in all directions.
“Clang!”
The Icy Iron Flying Swords and Magical Treasured Battle Swords on the first layer of the iron rack all hummed and shot out.
The cold sword radiance inside the sword pavilion magnified hundreds of times and flew towards Situ Huan.
The murderous aura turned into a silver rain of light, piercing through the palm attack and stabbing towards Situ Huan.
“Damn it!”
Situ Huan cursed, his face turned ugly.
In just a few moments, he had already felt the strength of the sword-guarding elder.
The sword intention on the elder was too sharp, the pressure too intense, making him feel as if he was in an endless sea of swords.
He could not have imagined that there was such an expert in the sword pavilion.
This must be the Mighty at the Metamorphosis Stage.
Situ Huan considered himself unbeatable below the Metamorphosis Stage and able to cope with ordinary Metamorphosis Stage opponents, but facing the elder, he felt overwhelming pressure.
How could such a strong person always guard the sword pavilion?
Suppressing his doubts, Situ Huan could only first deal with the flying swords in front of him.
Without the slightest carelessness, he immediately displayed the Heavenly Devil Thirty-Six Transformations.
With the protection of the Heavenly Devil phantom, he struggled to resist the surging sword intention.
Old man Wang still looked indifferent, single-handedly took out a flying sword from the iron rack, muttering words in his mouth:
“Qingping, weighs three catties nine taels, four feet five inches long, made of top-grade emerald spiritual jade, its master spent his life fighting demons and guarding the Way, his sword skills were outstanding, participated in the three hundred years’ battle between the Immortal and Devil sects, slaughtering numerous Devil Sects and returning.”
Situ Huan didn’t even hear clearly what the elder was chanting, but it did not affect his feeling of the powerful aura.
Ding
“Whoosh!”
Qingping fell, endless sword qi, causing the first Heavenly Devil phantom to shatter instantly.
Situ Huan was blasted out of the sword pavilion and spat out a mouthful of blood.
It was a one-sided crushing, without a hint of suspense.
Seeing this, Situ Huan couldn’t care less about finding the ancestral weapon and could only flee in panic, disappearing near the sword pavilion with a flash.
However, old man Wang watched the sky with his sword, his eyes calm and devoid of any intention to chase.
It was as if he couldn’t step out of the sword pavilion.
Situ Huan fled for his life, and halfway through his escape, he realized that the elder was not chasing after him, so he stopped in midair, feeling terrified and puzzled.
He did not know why the elder hadn’t pursued him.
“Could it be that he can only unleash such strength inside the sword pavilion?”
With this guess in his heart, his face turned gloomy.
If that was the case, it would be hard for him to enter the sword pavilion.
If he couldn’t obtain the ancestral weapon, the purpose of this trip would be considered a failure.
The Devil Sects had mobilized so many powerhouses, fearing no sacrifice, and had been planning for years just for this day.
If he failed, he might lose his position as a Demonbred.
At this moment, the Demon Ring’s surface emitted a dazzling light.
“What is this…”
Situ Huan’s eyes flashed with a glint of surprise.
The reaction of the Demon Ring meant that there was an ancestral weapon nearby.
However, they were already far from the sword pavilion, how could this be?
“Could it be that…”
A thought suddenly came to him.
In addition to proving the existence of the ancestral weapon, it also indicated that there were people with the bloodline of Ancestor Yan Zu nearby.
With this thought, Situ Huan followed the guidance of the Demon Ring to another place.
To his surprise, he saw a beautiful, picturesque mountain peak with a pleasant scenery and a lake.
