515: Chapter 515 Purple Sun Divine Skill

[You remain completely motionless, not even sparing a single glance.]

[The Purgatory of Burning Sky roars as it presses down upon you.]

[Yet, it stops three feet away from you.]

[The invisible Sword Intent Domain around you finally reveals its true form—]

[A faint silver light shield envelops you within a three-foot radius.]

[Countless intricate sword patterns flow across the surface of the light shield.]

[Those sword patterns rotate slowly; with every revolution, a strand of Sword Intent surges out from the shield.]

[The fire of the void pounces.]

[The Sword Intent strikes lightly, and the flames are extinguished.]

[The distorted space squeezes inward.]

[The Sword Intent strikes lightly, and the space is restored.]

[The Purgatory of Burning Sky attacks frantically for ten full breaths.]

[The silver light shield remains unmoved.]

[Not even a single crack appears.]

[Only on the surface of the shield do occasional ripples appear—like a stone thrown into a pond, causing a slight disturbance.]

[And that was all.]

[You float in the sky, perfectly still, looking absurdly relaxed.]

[Only you understand that the faint silver light shield around you, which seems as thin as paper, is actually condensed from three forces.]

[The first is the Spotless Sword Body.]

[The humming sound emitted by the Spotless Sword Body is inaudible to ordinary people, but it can be heard by the Sword Law of this world.]

[They are responding, worshipping, and lending their power to you.]

[The second is your understanding of the Sword Law, which has reached Perfection.]

[And then there is that wisp of Immortal Sword Origin power within your body, which is currently flowing slowly.]

[It acts like a key, opening the door to the deepest part of this world.]

[This makes you the absolute master of this world's Sword Law.]

[It's not the kind of mobilization used by a Spirit Transformation Cultivator.]

[Rather—you are the Sword Law of this world.]

[Unless the opponent has a means to sever the Law Power...]

[Otherwise, this is a dimensional strike.]

[Pavilion Master Sima Jingting hangs in mid-air, his face so gloomy it looks like it could drip water.]

[Veins bulge on his forehead, and his eyes are full of disbelief.]

["How is it possible..."]

["How can someone master Law to such an extent?"]

[He mutters to himself, his voice trembling.]

[Three moves.]

[Sky Burning Palm, Void Rending Finger, Purgatory of Burning Sky—these were his three strongest moves.]

[And he even activated the power of an Acquired Spirit Treasure.]

[Even so, he couldn't even break through the other person's defense.]

[He laughs.]

["Hahaha..."]

[The laughter is raspy, filled with an indescribable despair.]

[It wasn't a bitter laugh.]

[It was the kind of laugh where one wants to laugh but can't, a laugh forced out through gritted teeth.]

[As he laughs, the corners of his mouth begin to twitch.]

[The more he thinks about it, the more aggrieved he feels; his chest feels as if a heavy stone is pressing down on it, making him breathless.]

[A surge of blood rushes to his throat, but he abruptly purses his lips, forcing himself to swallow that mouthful of blood back down.]

[He takes a deep breath.]

[Closes his eyes.]

[And lets out a long sigh.]

[That sigh makes him seem as if he has aged a hundred years in an instant.]

[You look at him, simply smile, and speak: "What about the gale essence?"]

[Pavilion Master Sima Jingting gives you a gloomy look, then raises his hand and tosses something—]

[The gale essence flies out from his sleeve and slowly floats in front of you.]

[It is a ball of pale green light, the size of a fist, with faint wind vortices swirling inside, emitting a subtle whistling sound.]

[You take it, feeling the Great Dao energy of wind contained within, and nod with satisfaction.]

[After putting it away, you move and land back in the main hall.]

[A crowd of people immediately surrounds you.]

["Fellow Daoist Qin truly lives up to his reputation!"]

["Seeing you today, I finally know what it means to be a Prodigy!"]

["Fellow Daoist Qin, I am Li Wanjin of the Myriad Treasure Pavilion. You must come visit my pavilion some other day; I have several jars of ten-thousand-year fine brew that will surely satisfy you."]

["Fellow Daoist Qin, I am Zhou Yuanqing of the Yellow Crane Tower. Whenever you visit the Yellow Crane Tower in the future, it will be entirely on the house!"]

["Fellow Daoist Qin..."]

["Fellow Daoist Qin..."]

[You are surrounded in the center as people approach one after another, their faces plastered with smiles, their mouths full of various sycophantic words.]

[Some announce their backgrounds, some hand over name cards, some invite you for drinks, and some ask to 'exchange pointers.']

[However, this 'exchanging pointers' does not refer to combat, but rather an exchange of Daoist techniques.]

[You deal with them one by one, a smile on your face but no ripples in your heart.]

[Meanwhile, Pavilion Master Sima Jingting also returns to the hall. He sits dejectedly in his elegant seat, head bowed, motionless.]

[The spiritual wine and delicacies in front of him are laid out in abundance, but he doesn't even want to spare them a look.]

[The clamor in his ears feels as if it's coming through a layer of water, reaching him only in a blur.]

[Those words of flattery, those fawning smiles, those lively scenes—]

[None of it has anything to do with him.]

[He lost.]

[He lost completely and utterly.]

[He lost so badly he didn't even have the qualification to strike back.]

[He suddenly feels that there is no point in living.]

[At this moment, his Dao Heart has completely shattered.]

[This is more painful than killing him.]

[Without realizing it, the banquet comes to an end.]

[Not long after you return to the Wuji Pavilion, a servant comes to report—Shopkeeper Song of the Ziyang Pavilion requests an audience.]

[You let him in.]

[Shopkeeper Song enters and cups his hands, his face showing a hint of restraint and a hint of gratitude:]

["Shopkeeper Qin, thank you for today."]

[You wave your hand: "It was a small matter, no need to be polite."]

[He takes out a jade box from his robe and presents it with both hands.]

["This is a small token of appreciation from my Ziyang Palace. Please, Shopkeeper Qin, you must accept it."]

[You take the jade box and open it to look.]

[A Jade Slip lies quietly inside.]

[You probe it with your Divine Sense—]

[Ziyang Divine Art.]

[Your eyes widen, and you look up at him: "This is too precious, I cannot accept it."]

[You know that this Ziyang Divine Art is the Legacy Cultivation Technique of Ziyang Palace.]

[Shopkeeper Song smiles and waves his hand:]

["Shopkeeper Qin, first look at the passage at the very beginning of the technique's Jade Slip."]

[You give him a puzzled look and probe with your Divine Sense once more.]

[At the opening of the technique, there is a short passage.]

[It is very brief.]

[But as your gaze falls upon it, you cannot look away.]

["If a future generation who holds an iron sword and possesses the Spotless Sword Body arrives here, this technique may be passed on."]

["Only such Aptitude is worthy of practicing my Ziyang Divine Art."]

["Others, do not disturb."]

[You are stunned.]

[Holding an iron sword.]

[Spotless Sword Body.]

[Isn't this... talking about you?]

[What exactly is going on?]

[Could it be that Venerable Ziyang knew countless years ago that you would appear?]

[You grow more and more curious.]

[You look up at Shopkeeper Song.]

[Shopkeeper Song smiles and nods:]

["This technique has been passed down in my Ziyang Palace for untold years. Every generation of Ancestral Masters has said that this technique is incredibly profound, and that our Aptitude would only bury its potential."]

["So it was never passed down, just waiting for the fated person."]

["Seeing Shopkeeper Qin today, I knew that this technique has found its master."]