Chapter 187: To Defeat the Nascent Soul Realm, Another Nascent Soul Must Arise

Chapter 187: To Defeat the Nascent Soul Realm, Another Nascent Soul Must Arise

In the valley, the grass and trees were lush, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the sounds of birds.

A massive rock python was resting in a cave, keeping a wary eye on its surroundings.

At the center of the valley, a young man was channeling his spiritual energy, refining a small, pure white flower growing atop a skull.

The medicinal power of the Longevity Flower surged and pulsated, fusing with the young man's body and sinking into his dantian.

On the Dao Platform, an eighth lotus pedestal was gradually growing.

It was incomparably holy, yet at the same time, filled with a strange, eerie aura.

It was like a sacred flower that had bloomed amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

...

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

In Divine Sword City.

Elders, deacons, and disciples—all of the cultivators of the Divine Sword Sect went about their usual tasks as they always did.

However, an air of anxiety had spread throughout the sect.

This atmosphere of unease had begun the moment their sect master, Luo Chaotian, was severely injured by Shen Mo. Since then, it had only grown worse, fermenting into something uncontrollable.

In the past, every cultivator had been proud to be a part of the Divine Sword Sect.

But now, doubt had crept in.

Could the Divine Sword Sect truly stand against the Qingxuan Sect?

Even Luo Chaotian and Ouyang Cang were waiting for that moment.

But until that moment arrived, they could not reveal anything.

At this very moment, in the courtyard of the sect master.

Luo Chaotian, Ouyang Cang, and other core members of the Divine Sword Sect sat quietly in meditation, facing the tallest pavilion in Divine Sword City—the Divine Sword Pavilion—waiting for something.

Luo Chaotian's face was still pale; the injuries he had sustained from Shen Mo's attack half a month ago had not fully healed.

Moreover, he had burned one of his lotus pedestals in the process, which was the most critical wound.

It had damaged his foundation.

However, at this moment, Luo Chaotian did not wallow in self-pity or despair. Like everyone else, he was waiting.

At a certain moment, it was as if a black hole had appeared within the Divine Sword Pavilion, devouring all the surrounding spiritual energy.

Suddenly, the spiritual energy in the heavens and earth was completely drained.

Luo Chaotian was the first to open his eyes, followed by Ouyang Cang and the other elders.

Their gazes met, and a flash of joy flickered in their eyes.

If one were to look down from above at this moment, they would see that all the spiritual energy within hundreds of miles around the Divine Sword Pavilion had been completely consumed.

It was as though an invisible, ravenous beast had devoured every last bit of it.

The cultivators of the Divine Sword Sect instinctively showed expressions of shock.

When cultivators are in a place with thin spiritual energy, they feel discomfort.

If they find themselves in a place devoid of spiritual energy, they experience extreme unease, and their spiritual energy begins to drain from their bodies, eventually leaving them no different from mortals.

It's like a fish being removed from water.

In an instant, the entire Divine Sword Sect was thrown into a panic.

They didn't understand what was happening.

The next moment, countless sharp sword auras shot out from the Divine Sword Pavilion, piercing straight into the clouds!

The sight of endless streams of sword aura pointing toward the sky sent shockwaves through everyone watching.

Ordinary citizens in Divine Sword City knelt down in reverence, bowing toward the sword auras in worship.

To them, it was nothing short of a divine miracle, a manifestation of heavenly power!

The terrifying aura spread in all directions.

Even the cultivators in Jiande Prefecture and Jinshan Prefecture, a thousand miles away, felt the overwhelming pressure.

Every cultivator unconsciously paused what they were doing and turned their gaze toward the Divine Sword Pavilion.

"Nascent Soul Realm... It must be the Nascent Soul Realm!"

Countless cultivators murmured to themselves.

Only when one successfully formed a Nascent Soul could their aura spread so far!

In Divine Sword City, countless cultivators and mortals alike could not help but look toward the highest building.

They saw a figure.

That figure hovered in midair, perfectly blocking out the sun, making it impossible to see their face.

Like a god or a saint, they resembled a celestial being descended from the heavens.

Luo Chaotian, Ouyang Cang, and the others suddenly rose to their feet and shouted in unison, "We humbly welcome the Ancestor!"

This voice became a signal.

Every cultivator of the Divine Sword Sect echoed from the depths of their hearts, "We humbly welcome the Ancestor!"

Nascent Soul Realm cultivators in this prefecture are revered as Ancestors!

The figure slowly descended, calmly standing atop the Divine Sword Pavilion, which had long lost its roof and was now merely a platform.

He appeared as a middle-aged man, even younger than Luo Chaotian.

However, before stepping into the Nascent Soul Realm, he had been nothing like this.

He had been frail, with a head full of silver hair, his body thin and withered, his skin dry and shriveled, as though a strong wind could blow him apart.

But upon entering the Nascent Soul Realm, his lifespan had suddenly increased by a thousand years!

Naturally, his appearance had reverted to that of a middle-aged man, restored to his peak physical condition.

"Disciple, come up here."

He beckoned with his hand, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze yet as powerful as thunder in a clear sky.

Warm, yet commanding.

Luo Chaotian immediately flew up to the Divine Sword Pavilion, kneeling beside him with great respect.

"Master, you've finally…" Luo Chaotian's eyes were red, brimming with joy.

The old sect master beamed with a smile, "I, Yao Yunluo, have finally waited for this day."

Tears filled Luo Chaotian's eyes. "Master, I regret not being able to procure the Longevity Flower for you. I could only allow you to nurture a six-petal Nascent Soul."

Yao Yunluo smiled gently, "It was fate and not your fault."

"Spread the word, in half a month, I will hold a Nascent Soul Ceremony, and the heads of every sect in Xuanjiang Prefecture are to be invited."

"Anyone who refuses to attend will be disrespecting me, Yao Yunluo, and the Shangqing Sect!"

Wiping his tears, Luo Chaotian responded with a powerful voice, "Yes!"

…

At Qingxuan Sect.

In the council hall.

Murong Yue and several elders gathered, every face etched with distress.

Yao Yunluo's invitations had been sent throughout the north and south of Xuanjiang, and they had received theirs as well.

They were also aware that Yao Yunluo had entered the Nascent Soul Realm.

Everyone knew that no matter how many Golden Core cultivators one had, they would still be no match for a Nascent Soul.

Even though Yao Yunluo, having stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm, was required to respond to the Shangqing Sect's summons within half a month to serve as an elder, half a month was more than enough time for him to do many things.

Such as... annihilate the Qingxuan Sect and the Verdant Vine Sect.

For a Nascent Soul cultivator, this would be a mere flick of the fingers.

"Where is the young sect master? Why has he disappeared at such a critical moment?" Liu Yuanfeng noted that Shen Mo was absent.

Murong Yue's face was haggard. "The young sect master is in seclusion, cultivating."

"Let's discuss a plan among ourselves. How should we respond?"

Wei Xiongtie muttered, "I believe the Nascent Soul Ceremony at the Divine Sword Sect is nothing more than a trap."

"Their goal is to wipe us out in one fell swoop."

Liu Yuanfeng feigned a sigh. "It is indeed a trap, but going doesn't necessarily mean death. Not going, however, surely does. How should we choose?"

The elders remained silent, the hall filled with an air of hopelessness.

Murong Yue's expression was one of sorrow. "We'll discuss it another day… another day…"

She could never have imagined that the Divine Sword Sect would produce a Nascent Soul cultivator.

No matter how hard Qingxuan Sect tried now, it would be impossible to defeat them.

Unless... another Nascent Soul appeared.

But the highest-ranking cultivator in Qingxuan Sect was herself.

She was still quite some distance away from the Nascent Soul Realm.

Even if she miraculously stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm, she wouldn't be a match for the battle-hardened Yao Yunluo.

After all, Yao Yunluo was over five hundred years old, while she hadn't even reached a hundred.

Their combat experience was simply worlds apart.

It seemed... the outcome had already been decided...

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