194: Chapter 194 One Sword Traps Three Elders, Heavenly Tribulation Arrives

Chu Sheng sat cross-legged in the mine tunnel, the Taixu True Scripture operating at full power.

The Luck of Wendao Palace was like a burst dam, frantically pouring into his Dantian from the depths of the Spiritual Vein.

The hair-thin straw had been stretched to its limit—no, it was no longer a straw, but a water pipe, a river, a waterfall.

A hundred threads of Luck poured in simultaneously; his Meridians were like stretched rubber tubes, every inch letting out a groan under the unbearable burden.

It took only a few breaths to go from the Late Stage of Sea Opening to the Peak.

The thin membrane between the Peak of Sea Opening and the Dao Palace began to tremble violently, like a flag blown by a wild wind for three days and nights, ready to tear at any moment.

Fluctuations appeared in the Spiritual Veins of the Thirty-Six Peaks simultaneously.

The Peak Masters of the various Peaks came out one after another to investigate, throwing Wendao Palace into a state of chaos.

Someone shouted "Spiritual Vein anomaly," someone exclaimed "enemy invasion," and others thought it was an Earth Dragon Turning, running out of their Immortal Caves barefoot.

The Disciples of the Tenth Peak looked in the direction their Peak Master had left, staring at each other in bewilderment; they had never seen their Grandmaster run so fast.

The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak sighed, tucked the demon-revealing mirror back into his sleeve, and sent a voice transmission to Feng Qingyang and Ye Gucheng: "Stop arguing and follow me."

With that, his figure flickered as he sped toward the mine tunnel.

Feng Qingyang felt the Spiritual Qi of the Thirteenth Peak drop by another five percent. His face turned ashen, and without another word to Ye Gucheng, he stomped on the ground, flying out like a cannonball.

Ye Gucheng pondered for a moment before following as well.

He wanted to know exactly who was causing trouble and how they had managed to hide under their noses for so long.

The three Spirit Nurturing Elders arrived at the mine tunnel entrance almost simultaneously.

Three Divine Senses descended like an inescapable net, sealing the entire mine tunnel tight.

Chu Sheng felt those three terrifying Divine Senses lock onto him, and cold sweat instantly soaked his Daoist robe.

But he did not stop.

In his Dantian, the membrane leading to the Dao Palace had already cracked, like a fissure on an eggshell—tiny, yet irreversible.

Gritting his teeth, he continued to operate his Cultivation Technique; Luck continued to pour in, and the crack continued to widen.

Feng Qingyang had no patience.

He threw a punch at the mine tunnel entrance; rubble flew, and the entire tunnel trembled.

Several pieces of rock fell from the ceiling onto Chu Sheng's shoulders, but he remained motionless.

Ye Gucheng flicked his fingers, and a sharp Sword Qi sliced through the rock wall like a knife through tofu, heading straight for Chu Sheng's location.

The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak raised his hand, stopping the two with a soft but irresistible force: "Let's see who it is first."

The three of them descended into the depths of the mine tunnel and saw Chu Sheng sitting cross-legged in front of the stone wall.

Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment.

He stared at Chu Sheng's face and recognized this Outer Sect Elder.

The coward who didn't dare fight back when Ma Fei blocked him at the door, the lucky fellow who had shared wine with Ye Wuhen, the waste at the Early Stage of Sea Opening.

Then he saw the hundred threads of Luck on Chu Sheng, the Spiritual Qi of the Spiritual Vein frantically pouring into his Dantian, and the membrane of the Dao Palace within his Dantian that was currently shattering.

Feng Qingyang laughed out of extreme anger, his laughter echoing through the tunnel and causing rubble to fall.

"An Outer Sect Elder?! It's you! You ant are the one absorbing the Luck of Wendao Palace!"

He struck down with his palm.

The power to split mountains and crack stones—a full-power strike from the Spirit Nurturing realm—pressed down toward the top of Chu Sheng's head.

If this palm strike landed, let alone someone at the Peak of Sea Opening, even a Cultivator at the Early Stage of Palace Building would be flattened into a meat patty.

Chu Sheng did not dodge.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't.

Three Divine Senses were locked onto him, and the mine tunnel was blocked; he didn't even have the space to turn into a phantom.

He could only block it.

Within his Dantian, three zhu xian swords flew out simultaneously.

Dark red patterns flowed over the pitch-black sword bodies. The three swords hung in a triangular formation in front of Chu Sheng, tips pointing outward, with Sword Qi like a tide, firmly trapping the three of them.

Feng Qingyang's palm struck the sword formation with a thunderous boom. A large section of the mine tunnel collapsed, and rubble rained down like raindrops.

The sword formation remained motionless, but a trace of blood seeped from the corner of Chu Sheng's mouth.

Feng Qingyang took a step back, his expression changing slightly.

He looked at his palm; there was a thin bloody gash, cut by the Sword Qi.

A Body Cultivator of the Spirit Nurturing realm, whose Physical Body was harder than a heaven rank magic treasure, was actually cut by Sword Qi?

He looked up, staring at those three swords, his voice a bit raspy: "What swords are these?"

Ye Gucheng's pupils also constricted.

That Sword Qi was exactly the same as the unfamiliar Sword Qi he had sensed before.

Sharp, cold, and carrying an arrogance that looked down upon all living beings.

The wentian sword at his waist—a High Grade Heaven Rank weapon and his life-bound Flying Sword for hundreds of years—suddenly vibrated slightly, letting out a low hum.

He stared at the three swords for a long time before saying something that made everyone present gasp: "These are no ordinary swords... even my wentian sword is being suppressed."

The mine tunnel fell silent for a moment.

To be called "not simple" by an Elder who specialized in the Dao of the sword...

Feng Qingyang's fist stopped in mid-air, Ye Gucheng's hand tightened around his sword, and the gaze of the Peak Master of the Tenth Peak became profound.

Blood seeped from Chu Sheng's mouth; summoning all three swords had already exhausted more than half of his spiritual power.

His face was as pale as paper and his fingers were trembling, but his back remained as straight as a rod.

He sensed dozens of Divine Senses approaching from outside the tunnel—Peak Masters, Law Enforcement Hall Elders, and Inner Sect Elders were all rushing here.

If another Spirit Nurturing Elder arrived, he wouldn't be able to hold on.

Three swords could trap three Spirit Nurturing Elders, but what about four?

He could only drive three swords now; theoretically, the sword formation could trap up to four Divine Abilities at its Peak, but that would require him to be at least at the Divine Ability or Dao Completion realm himself.

The fourth sword was still lying in his Dantian like a sleeping lion that couldn't be awakened.

Just as he was about to reach his limit, the membrane in his Dantian finally shattered.

It didn't just crack; it shattered.

Like an eggshell being broken from the inside, like ice being swept away by spring water, like a door that had been closed for hundreds of years being kicked open.

The gates of the Dao Palace swung open before him with a thunderous bang.

The difference between the Spiritual Sea and the Dao Palace became incredibly clear at this moment.

The Spiritual Sea is a sea; no matter how large, it is still water.

The Dao Palace is a palace, a hall, the Foundation that carries the Laws.

Cultivators of the Spiritual Sea fight with spiritual power, while Cultivators of the Dao Palace fight with the "Dao."

Spiritual power can be exhausted, but the Dao cannot.

Spiritual power can be suppressed, but the Dao cannot.

This is why a Dao Palace Cultivator facing a Spiritual Sea Cultivator is like an adult fighting a child; it's not a difference in strength, but a difference in dimension.

Chu Sheng felt as if he had emerged from underwater to the surface.

He hadn't swum up; he had been lifted up by an invisible hand.

He saw the sky, the clouds, the wind, and things that could never be seen from underwater.

His Dantian was collapsing and reshaping, transforming from a vast ocean into a palace.

The Spiritual Sea collapsed, and the Dao Palace was initially formed.

The Spiritual Veins of Wendao Palace went wild, and Luck poured into his body like a burst dam.

The Thirty-Six Peaks vibrated simultaneously, and the expressions of the various Peak Masters changed drastically.

Above the mine tunnel, the sky began to darken as dark clouds rushed in from all directions, converging into a massive vortex over Wendao Peak.

Lightning flickered at the center of the vortex—not ordinary lightning, but purple, carrying a pressure that made the Soul tremble.

Heavenly Tribulation.

The Dao Palace Heavenly Tribulation.

Wendao Palace hadn't seen one in many years.

Chu Sheng looked up at the thick layer of rock above the mine tunnel.

Above the rock was the sky, and above the sky were the Tribulation Clouds.

He smiled; the blood at the corner of his mouth hadn't been wiped away yet, but he smiled.

He looked at the three Spirit Nurturing Elders before him, the tunnel behind them, and the dozens of Divine Senses that were approaching.

They could kill him, but the Heavenly Tribulation would not wait.

When the Heavenly Tribulation arrives, whoever stands beside him becomes its target.

The three Spirit Nurturing Elders looked up at the same time, sensing the aura of the Tribulation Clouds.

Feng Qingyang's expression shifted repeatedly, his fists clenching with a series of cracks, but he did not strike again.

Ye Gucheng sheathed his sword and took a step back.

The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak sighed and also took a step back.

Under the Heavenly Tribulation, those in the Dao Palace realm are but ants.

They didn't consider themselves ants—they were at the Spirit Nurturing realm—but they also feared being caught in the heavenly wrath, feeling it would be a provocation.

Chu Sheng stood up and brushed the dust off his clothes.

Within his Dantian, the Dao Palace was formed, the Spiritual Sea had collapsed, Luck was still pouring in, and his cultivation was still rising.

He looked up at the thick rock layer above the tunnel, took a deep breath, and then shattered the rock ceiling with a single palm strike.

Rubble flew, and sunlight leaked through the cracks, falling onto his face.

He saw the sky, the Tribulation Clouds, and the purple lightning that was brewing.

He smiled.

Outside the mine tunnel, dozens of Divine Senses intertwined, and dozens of Elders stared at each other in bewilderment.

Wendao Palace hadn't seen such a thing in centuries.

An Outer Sect Elder, absorbing the Luck of the Spiritual Vein in a mine tunnel to break through to the Dao Palace, caught red-handed by three Spirit Nurturing Elders, only to turn the tables by manifesting three swords.

Now that the Heavenly Tribulation had arrived, no one dared to approach.

Feng Qingyang's face was dark, Ye Gucheng was expressionless, and the Peak Master of the Tenth Peak remained silent.

Chu Sheng stood at the entrance of the mine tunnel, looking up at the Tribulation Clouds with only one thought in his mind: cross it, and he would be in the Dao Palace.

Fail to cross it, and he would be ash.