195: Chapter 195 Early Stages of Palace Construction: No Movement Allowed

Chu Sheng stood at the entrance of the Mine Tunnel, his body charred black, his Daoist robe shredded by the Heavenly Tribulation.

But his eyes were very bright, as bright as two lanterns.

The Heavenly Tribulation had passed.

He had endured nine purple lightning bolts, each one enough to strike a Peak of Sea Opening Realm Cultivator to death.

When the last bolt of lightning fell, he thought he was going to die. The zhu xian sword blocked seventy percent for him, the Heavenly Demon Body took twenty percent, and the remaining ten percent struck him, hurting so much he nearly shattered his teeth.

But it was worth it.

The Spirit Sea in his Dantian had collapsed, replaced by a palace, a Dao Palace.

Magnificent and majestic, it stood towering, suspended in a void.

The three stages of the Dao Palace Realm: Palace Building, Spirit Nurturing, and Dao Completion.

Palace Building is the foundation, building a Dao Palace in the Dantian to carry the Laws of Heaven and Earth.

Spirit Nurturing is nourishing the spirit, gestating the Divine Soul within the Dao Palace, allowing the "Dao" to turn from void to reality.

Dao Completion is the Perfection, where the Dao Palace reaches Major Achievement, and the Divine Soul becomes one with the Dao.

Chu Sheng was now at the Early Stage of Palace Building.

Just crossed the threshold, but he was already in the Dao Palace Realm.

He clenched his fist, feeling the qualitative change in the Qi within him.

It was not an increase in quantity, but a leap in quality.

The Qi of the Spirit Sea Realm was like water, while the Qi of the Dao Palace Realm was like iron.

For the same volume, iron is seven or eight times heavier than water.

This is why a Dao Palace Realm Cultivator fighting a Spirit Sea Realm Cultivator is like an adult hitting a child.

But what he faced was not the Spirit Sea Realm, but three Spirit Nurturing Realm Cultivators.

Feng Qingyang, Ye Gucheng, and the Peak Master of the Tenth Peak.

The three of them exchanged a glance and moved simultaneously.

Feng Qingyang punched out.

He did not hold back with this punch. Wherever the wind of his fist passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

His fist was wrapped in a layer of golden light; that was the Dao of a Body Cultivator, the Dao of Strength.

Ye Gucheng drew his sword.

The moment the wentian sword was unsheathed, a sharp Sword Qi slashed out like a bolt of silk, striking directly at Chu Sheng's face.

A High Grade Heaven Rank, Spirit Nurturing Realm, full-force sword strike.

The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak summoned the demon-revealing mirror.

The cracks on the mirror had not been repaired, but he could not care about that now.

The mirror light was like a pillar; the cyan light, carrying the power of tracing, covered Chu Sheng.

It was not an attack, but a lock-on, leaving Chu Sheng nowhere to escape.

The three forces struck simultaneously. The air in the Mine Tunnel seemed to be sucked dry, and Chu Sheng felt his breathing stop.

He bit his tongue and sprayed his essence blood onto the three zhu xian swords.

The three swords rang in unison, the sword formation unfurled, protecting him in the center in a triangular formation.

Feng Qingyang's fist smashed into the sword formation. With a loud boom, another large section of the Mine Tunnel collapsed.

Ye Gucheng's Sword Qi slashed against the sword formation, causing it to shake violently and emit a harsh metallic screeching sound.

The light from the demon-revealing mirror shone on the sword formation, and cracks appeared on its surface.

Blood spilled from the corner of Chu Sheng's mouth, and his legs were trembling.

With his Early Stage Palace Building cultivation, driving three top-tier Heaven Rank Magic Treasures to hold on until now was already his limit.

The three veteran Spirit Nurturing Realm Cultivators opposite him had each lived for hundreds of years longer than him, and each knew better how to kill than he did.

The cracks in the sword formation grew more numerous, like a piece of glass about to shatter.

Outside the Mine Tunnel, dozens of Divine Senses intertwined.

The Peak Masters, Inner Sect Elders, and Law Enforcement Hall deacons were all watching.

No one dared to approach; the Heavenly Tribulation had just passed, and residual lightning might remained in the Mine Tunnel. Moreover, the Sword Qi of those three swords was too sharp; any Spirit Sea Realm Cultivator would be injured upon contact.

Du Yu was mixed in the crowd, his face as white as paper.

Watching Chu Sheng trap three Spirit Nurturing Realm Cultivators alone, his legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

He recalled his previous cold sarcasm towards Chu Sheng, the cultivation resources he had withheld, and the pile of Yao Beast feces he had placed at Chu Sheng's door.

His back was drenched in cold sweat, and his lips were trembling.

He shouted, "Peak Masters, keep it up, kill this guy!"

Lin Xiao also stood in the crowd, his expression even worse than Du Yu's.

He recalled how he had arranged for Chu Sheng to stay in that dilapidated stone house, and his own arrogant, condescending face.

His fingers were trembling, and only one thought filled his mind: It's over. Will this great deity come to settle scores with him later?

The other Outer Sect Disciples were so scared they did not even dare to breathe loudly.

An Outer Sect Elder, usually unassuming and low-key, even trash like Ma Fei could act arrogantly in front of him.

And yet?

He single-handedly withstood the siege of three Spirit Nurturing Realm Cultivators.

What kind of concept was this?

Wendao Palace had been established for thousands of years; had such a monster ever appeared before?

Chu Sheng was almost at his limit.

The cracks in the sword formation had spread to the center, and the buzzing of the three zhu xian swords became chaotic, like three people nearing exhaustion.

Just then, a childish voice drifted from the entrance of the Mine Tunnel, sounding lazy.

"Slow down."

The air in the Mine Tunnel suddenly froze.

Feng Qingyang's fist stopped in mid-air, as if gripped by an invisible hand.

Ye Gucheng's Sword Qi dissipated three inches away from Chu Sheng, like snow falling into a fire.

The light from the Peak Master of the Tenth Peak's mirror dimmed, and the demon-revealing mirror vibrated slightly in his hand, as if in fear.

Tangtang walked in slowly, chewing on a candied hawthorn, wearing cloth shoes.

Her double buns bobbed up and down, her Daoist robe was stained with sugar, and her toes poked out from a hole in her cloth shoes.

She walked into the middle of the three Spirit Nurturing Realm Cultivators.

Feng Qingyang and Ye Gucheng were both stunned.

They had seen Tangtang, but only in the Sect's portraits.

The Peak Master of the Sixth Peak, Dao Cheng Realm, the true foundation of Wendao Palace.

They had always assumed this Old Ancestor was in seclusion; they had not expected her to appear here.

The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak was the first to react, bowing and saluting, "Junior Martial Uncle."

Feng Qingyang and Ye Gucheng also followed suit and saluted, their voices somewhat strained, "Grand Martial Aunt."

Tangtang waved her hand, took a bite of the candied hawthorn, and mumbled, "Stop calling, stop calling, it's so noisy."

She turned her head and glanced at Chu Sheng.

"This person," Tangtang said, her voice not loud, but everyone in the Mine Tunnel heard it clearly, "cannot be touched for now."

Feng Qingyang's expression changed.

He straightened up, his fists clenching with a crackling sound, "Grand Martial Aunt, this person stole the Sect's Spiritual Vein, the evidence is conclusive. According to Sect rules, he should have his cultivation crippled, be expelled from the Sect, or even executed. You say he cannot be touched; is that appropriate?"

Ye Gucheng did not speak, but his brows furrowed.

He stared at Tangtang, trying to see something in that childish face.

The Peak Master of the Tenth Peak remained silent.

He knew Tangtang's temper; this Old Ancestor usually did not interfere in matters, but when she did intervene, no one could change it.

"I said it's not appropriate, so it's not appropriate."

Her voice was still lazy, but Feng Qingyang's fists loosened.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

Ye Gucheng's brows furrowed even deeper.

He looked at Tangtang, then at Chu Sheng, his mind racing.

Why did this Old Ancestor want to protect this person?

An Outer Sect Elder, even after breaking through to the Dao Palace Realm, was not worth the personal intervention of a Dao Cheng Realm Cultivator.

Unless, there was something about this person that even he could not see through.

Chu Sheng leaned against the wall of the Mine Tunnel, gasping for air.

The sword formation had been retracted, and the three zhu xian swords had shrunk back into his Dantian.

He looked at Tangtang's back, with only one thought in his heart.

This person is really fucking useful.

Outside the Mine Tunnel, dozens of Divine Senses were intertwined in a chaotic mess.

The Peak Masters, Inner Sect Elders, and Law Enforcement Hall deacons were all whispering to each other.

Some asked who that Old Ancestor was, some guessed it was the one from the Sixth Peak, and some gasped in shock.

Du Yu sat on the ground.

Lin Xiao had already quietly slipped away.