Forge your destiny into a sword, slash your soul and ascend to immortality

Chapter 228 The Pure Yang Tribulation Begins
Jing Qian stood proudly atop Yaoshan, the mountain gate of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, feeling the surging sword intent rising beneath his feet, and his heart was filled with boundless anticipation.

Unlike the dismal Xuanyuan Sword Sect, which had fallen to the lowest point in terms of sect lineage, the Chunyang Heaven Sect was not so weak.

This is the number one sword sect in the [Dao Yuan Divine Shuttle Universe], a truly top-tier lineage.

Since the attainment of transcendence by Xuanyuan Daozu, their lineage has been passed down in an orderly manner, and they have always been a top-tier family in the realm.

Each generation is defined as a thousand years of cultivation, and in each generation, at least one [Xuanyuanzi] is born. This is something that only a very few [Dao Ancestor] lineages can achieve.

In comparison, the lineage of Chunyangzi is incredibly difficult to pass down, with new members appearing only every few thousand years, and there is often a risk of the lineage being broken.

If it weren't for a diligent, unusually shaped old white ox guarding them, their entire family would have been wiped out countless times over.

The Xuanyuan Sword Sect governs 40% of the entire Southern Demon Fortune Tathagata Heaven, and its subordinate realms are as numerous as the stars in the sky.

Among them, all the most outstanding sword prodigies aspire to join the Xuanyuan Sword Sect and cultivate top-tier supernatural powers.

The ability to become [Xuanyuanzi] is due to the right timing, location, and people; he is the best of the best, a seed of the Great Dao.

Even if one cannot become the [Xuanyuanzi], being able to become an apprentice of the [Xuanyuan Lower Academy], obtain the status of an outer disciple, refine the [Xuanyuan Sword Pill], and become the [Lingjizi] of the Lower Academy, will still allow one to pursue a wonderful path in the Dao.

Moreover, relying on the name of [Xuanyuan], the disciples of this lower academy have never been afraid when they roam the realms, and they have always used their power to bully others.

This Yaoshan Mountain is the headquarters of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. Apart from a few Xuanyuan disciples who come and go occasionally, there are more than three thousand Lingji disciples, who are also exceptionally talented outer disciples.

These disciples who did not inherit the title of "Xuanyuanzi" were only slightly less talented.

Their combat strength should not be underestimated!

In all these years, who has ever dared to run wild on Yaoshan Mountain?
Jing Qian's casual remarks were an extreme display of contempt.

It is a provocation to all disciples of the Xuanyuan sect.

When the Xuanyuan disciples cultivating in Yaoshan truly heard Jing Qian's words and locked onto his figure, they naturally had a target to unleash their negative emotions.

Those contemptuous words were like ice water thrown into a boiling oil pan, instantly igniting the pride and anger that had accumulated over millennia on the entire sacred mountain.

"Insanity!"

"Ignorant scoundrel, how dare you insult my Xuanyuan?!"

"Slay this scoundrel to serve as a warning to others!"

Three thousand sword pellets soared into the air. Among them, the weakest outer disciple, Lingjizi, was far stronger than Luotian and Lingmingji even in the Yingfutu Realm.

The strongest outer sect elders are all at the second rank, and naturally possess an air of authority.

Three thousand sword pellets converged to form a vast sea of ​​sword intent.

Countless fierce shouts filled with killing intent and rage rang out from all over Yaoshan, exploding like rolling thunder in the vast sea of ​​sword intent.

The next moment, the sky above Yaoshan was completely illuminated!
Each sword pellet embodies the lifelong cultivation and swordsmanship insights of a supremely talented individual, Lingjizi.

They come in various shapes and sizes; some resemble the blazing sun, others the cool, clear moon, some agile dragons, and others alofty ancient swords.

Without exception, they all contain a terrifying sharpness that can tear through the void, and the majestic heavenly might that originates from the [Xuanyuan] lineage!

Three thousand sword pellets, three thousand killing sword energies, spontaneously formed an extremely complex and profound sword array network the moment they took off.

Sword light intertwined, sword energy linked together, like a net woven from stars and thunder.

The wills of the three thousand Lingjizi were closely linked through the sword formation, converging into a cold, murderous, and all-crushing collective will, firmly locking onto that tiny figure high in the sky.

"Formation!"

"【Ten Thousand Swords Pay Homage to the Ancestor - Xuanyuan Slaying Gods】!"

An outer sect elder, with white hair and beard and an aura as deep as the sea, stood atop a sword peak and issued the order for a general attack in a voice as resounding as a bell.

Jing Qian's figure, at the center of the [Xuanyuan God-Slaying Sword Formation], which was powerful enough to cause stars to fall and gods and demons to flee, was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

In the instant that the storm of sword light was about to completely engulf him, his figure, standing with his hands behind his back, did not even flinch at the hem of his clothes.

He even slightly raised his head, the faint smile at the corner of his mouth seeming to widen a little, as if he were admiring a grand and magnificent spectacle...

Fireworks show?

Or is it the Autumn Sports Meet of Experimental Primary School No. 2?
At most, it's just like military training for university freshmen!
"Fellow Daoists of the Xuanyuan clan, your momentum is quite impressive!"

Jing Qian spoke casually in a low voice, which strangely pierced through the cacophony of sword cries and clearly reached the ears of every one of the array setters, carrying a hint of listless commentary.

I just don't respect you, I treat your [Sword Formation] like a toy!

Jing Qian finally moved when the destructive sword net, powerful enough to tear apart any defense, reached within three feet of him.

He didn't draw his sword; he simply took a step forward casually.

Jing Qian's small step seemed to have stirred up an ancient, malevolent force that had been slumbering in the depths of the endless void.

"Buzz!"

The full roar of the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation] rose majestically from his center.

Compared to the power of the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation], the [Xuanyuan God-Slaying Sword Formation] is like a fragile little cake.

As soon as the sword formation was deployed, the entire sky above Yaoshan fell into absolute silence.

The once deafening and awe-inspiring [Xuanyuan God-Slaying Sword Formation] was now completely swallowed up and obliterated, as if it had been thrown into a black hole in the cosmic void.

Those three thousand radiant and uniquely shaped Xuanyuan Sword Pills were now like candles flickering in a storm, their light rapidly dimming and swaying.

At this moment, if Jing Qian were a little greedy, he could use the [Sumeru] dimension to cover the area in front of him and immediately pack up and take away all these [Sword Pills].

He's still quite clear-headed!

Competition at a certain level is healthy and acceptable to the powerful figures behind both sides.

But if he goes too far, it could truly affect the foundation of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

If Bai Jun were to actually strike with a sword from the heavens, he would probably be done for.

Therefore, Jing Qian did not take away the three thousand [Sword Pills] that were tempting him to go astray.

He simply used the power of his [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation] to wash all the [Sword Pellets] as easily as rinsing rice.

The three thousand Lingjizi in the formation, whether ordinary disciples or the few outer sect elders at the second rank, all groaned in unison, their souls feeling as if they were being pierced by millions of invisible needles!
That cold and murderous collective will, tightly linked by the sword formation, was so fragile and vulnerable in the face of the ferocity of [Zhu Xian] that it was instantly torn apart and backfired.

"puff!"

Those with weaker cultivation levels coughed up blood, their sword pellets went out of control, and they fell from the sky with a mournful cry, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer.

Even the elders with profound cultivation turned ashen-faced, their souls trembling violently. The price of forcibly stabilizing the sword pellet was that their very Dao foundations were shaking.

In this world of cultivation, the gap between a Dao Child and an ordinary Lingji Child is like an immense chasm.

Even the outer disciples of the Xuanyuan Lower Academy cultivate top-tier inheritances.

Even among these three thousand Lingjizi, there are countless individuals whose cultivation level surpasses that of Jing Qian.

However, the comprehensive differences in [fate], [destiny], [dharma form], [spiritual opportunity], and [immortal energy] were reflected in the battle, which was how he fought against three thousand men and killed them like chickens.

"The Sword of Xuanyuan is far too dull." "It doesn't even qualify me to draw it."

"Bring out those few barely qualified 'Xuanyuanzi' from your sect."

"If you try to fool me with these 'little cakes' again..."

"I don't mind cleaning up this overgrown gate for your [Xuanyuan Daozu]."

Has Jing Qian gone mad?
Knowing full well that Bai Jun and Wu Changsheng are both within the boundary, how dare they provoke them like this?
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Yaoshan Mountain fell into a deathly, icy silence.

Of the three thousand Lingjizi, not one dared to speak of war.

But to be honest, there wasn't a single person who was completely convinced.

The Xuanyuan Sword Sect isn't without truly capable fighters.

The strength that Jing Qian displayed was, of course, completely overwhelming for all of you Lingjizi.

But all of you Lingjizi firmly believe that someone will come and deal with him!

"Fellow Daoist Chixiao, it's been several years since we last met, and your cultivation has improved once again!"

A clear, melodious voice came from a cave deep within Yaoshan.

Yan Huanchao was digesting the [Magic Cube Heaven] and did not want to interrupt his cultivation to be disturbed by external things.

But this Chixiao kid from the Pure Yang Heaven on the other side is just too damn good at pretending.

Those reckless and arrogant words were spoken.

If he doesn't take action, it would undoubtedly be a huge violation of his own principles, and he'd be furious enough to die.

Yan Huanchao appeared before the people, surrounded by [Yaksha Kenmaru] and [Sesshō Kenmaru].

These two rank-one sword pellets, with completely opposite properties yet perfectly complementary, are like two living stars revolving around Yan Huanchao, forming a flawless and ever-renewing sword ring.

Within the sword ring, a self-contained domain is formed, isolating it from the ferocious and incomparably malevolent aura of the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation] outside.

The appearance of Yan Huanchao instantly became the anchor of stability for the entire Yaoshan.

The disciples and elders below, whose faces were ashen, had a renewed hope in their eyes.

This is the real [Xuanyuanzi]!
A peerless genius who can represent the [Xuanyuan] lineage and face any challenge head-on!
"Senior Brother Yan!"

"Senior Brother Yan has emerged from seclusion!"

"Please, Senior Brother Yan, clear our names and punish this madman!"

Suppressed shouts rose and fell, filled with the excitement of surviving a disaster and absolute trust in Yan Huanchao.

Yan Huanchao seemed oblivious to the shouts below, his gaze calmly falling on Jing Qian with a perfectly measured appreciation.

"Fellow Daoist, your sword formation is truly magnificent."

"With a mere gesture, you rendered my three thousand disciples helpless. This skill is enough to warrant my full effort."

Chunyangzi and Xuanyuanzi faced each other across the void, their magical powers both blazing brightly.

Jing Qian has finally found a worthy opponent, and his journey of challenging the Xuanyuan Sword Sect alone has finally reached a climax.

"Come on, enough with the nonsense!"

"Fellow Daoist Yan, let me truly experience your swordsmanship."

"So I don't laugh at you for just talking big!"

He unleashed the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation], transforming it into a torrent of sword energy that surged directly toward Yan Huanchao.

Looking at Yan Huanchao again, surrounded by sword rings, he resembled a millstone, and for a time he withstood the onslaught of the [Immortal Execution Sword Light].

The real showdown has only just begun!

A clash between two Dao Child-level beings is imminent!
……

Jing Qian's every move affected more than just him.

Just as he got up and came to the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, a sword lotus appeared on his collar, unnoticed.

With the help of this [Sword Lotus], everything he saw and heard was transmitted to the depths of the void and simultaneously given to all [Pure Yang Sons].

He's put on a unique outdoor live stream!
Jing Qian's every move was outrageous and arrogant, quite different from his usual style.

There are naturally unique reasons behind this.

Ren Chong received a portion of the inheritance from the Pure Yang Dao Ancestor from the Dao Yuan Zhong Shen Tian.

What is revealed are three incredibly powerful Taoist texts.

Hidden within is a truly unique and wondrous method.

As a lineage of the "Master of Calamities," the disciples of "Pure Yang Heaven" suffer greatly from the calamity's influence.

When they were cultivating together, their foreheads were dark purple, and they faced numerous misfortunes and tribulations.

【Chunyangzi】is arguably the most dangerous profession, with an extremely high risk of sudden and unexpected death.

At first glance, the idea of ​​cultivating the "Master of Calamities" and enduring countless calamities seems quite reasonable.

But the logic behind this is completely flawed!
Fellow Pure Yang Masters, the so-called "Breaking Tribulation" cultivation relies purely on one's own stubbornness and resilience to withstand tribulations!
Wherein lies the wondrous power of the "Lord of Calamities'" cultivation in its ability to transform and utilize calamities?
This abnormal state of cultivation is precisely because the [Pure Yang Heaven] lineage is flawed.

It wasn't until Ren Chong received the Dao Ancestor's inheritance that the gap was filled and the cultivation lineage was perfected.

At this moment, Jing Qian took the initiative to provoke the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. His purpose was very clear: to use this excellent opponent to completely detonate the calamity energy accumulated by Chunyang Heaven.

In this process, with the help of the secret methods obtained by Ren Chong, all the cultivation of Chunyangzi will be perfected.

Only Xuanyuanzi could bear the suffering in between.

If it were someone else, they might not be able to afford to accept it.

Jing Qian's live stream viewership is quite good.

Right now, on the Clock of Time, Ren Chong and Zhu Yun are looking down at it.

Within the Nine Dragon Cauldron Universe, Thunder and Heaven-Slaying were also observing.

At the entrance of the Dragon Palace Universe, Dragon Power silently watched as he slew the dragon.

Within a certain martial arts [universe] realm, Yang Chun, whose sword cultivation had been completely abandoned, was also watching.

There are also [Feng Zhi] and [Zhi Yuan], Shang Xi and Chi Miao, Tian Yun and Bai Niu.

At this moment, Jing Qian is the core of the [Pure Yang Heaven] formation, and he must stand up for the entire sect, triggering a [Pure Yang Calamity] with far-reaching consequences.

All the calamity energy applied to the Pure Yang Heaven will become ingredients, added to this Pure Yang Calamity.

(One more chapter, before noon.)
(End of this chapter)