Free Web NovelChapter 422: Chapter 259: Cultivation World 49_3
As Yun Ya’s robe sleeves fluttered, the Five Elements Spiritual Light spun; with his left hand, he transformed Water Spirit into an Ice Shield to resist the flaming serpent’s bite, while his right hand directed the Golden Spirit Sword Net to shatter the meteorite.
His toes lightly tapped the ground, borrowing the power of the Wood Spirit to teleport ten zhang away. The place he had just been was swallowed by lava. As the Chaos Spiritual Power circulated, gray fog intermittently appeared, temporarily neutralizing the residual waves of the opponent’s spells.
Hong Lu summoned his Lifebound Magical Treasure, the "Earth Fire Seal," turning the arena into a Molten Rock Purgatory in an instant. The Xuan Huang Earth Fire erupting from the seal concealed an Earth Spirit Gravity Field; Yun Ya’s body suddenly sank, the edges of his silk robe scorched.
Yun Ya’s Primordial Spirit emerged, splitting into phantoms to distract the enemy, while his true form escaped into the Chaos Spiritual Mist.
With all Five Spirit Roots fully activated, he constructed the "Five Elements Reversal Formation": the Golden Spirit as the bone, the Wood Spirit as the channel, Water and Fire merging into a Taiji Vortex, and the Earth Spirit as the medium to induce the reverse devouring of Earth Fire.
The Array’s light pattern flashed instantly, tearing open fissures in the Molten Rock Purgatory!
Hong Lu roared in anger as he sealed, igniting his Earth and Fire Dual Spiritual Roots to the extreme: the flaming serpent transformed into a crimson dragon coiling above the dome, and the Earth Fire condensed into a giant fist crashing down!
Yun Ya’s brow mark of chaos suddenly brightened, the five-colored spiritual light collapsed into a gray-white whirlpool: from his sleeve shot an infinite microglow, piercing through the fire-earth defense, the Chaos Spiritual Power devouring the lingering might of the opponent’s spell, leveraging the power to merge his primordial spirit’s phantoms into one, transforming into a five-colored divine rainbow, piercing the reverse scales of the red dragon!
The restriction light screen shook violently, with Hong Lu staggering to his knees, the Earth Fire Seal’s light dimming. Yun Ya stood at the edge of the arena, his breath slightly disordered, the Chaos Spiritual Mist around him swirling like a nebula.
Yun Ya made a spell gesture, striking Hong Lu out of the arena.
The Sect Master of the Eight Desolate Palace spoke, "When did this Hundred Battle Sect appear?"
This Yun Ya, actually possesses the Chaos Spiritual Root; such a genius, yet fell into a small sect.
The Sect Master of the Taixu Sect spoke, "This Hundred Battle Sect was previously called the Azure Dragon Alliance, occupied by a Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch named Yun Hua, and renamed to Hundred Battle Sect, and later subdued several small sects and factions."
"Yun Hua?" The Sect Master of the Beiming Alliance said, "A Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch wanted by the Qingxuan Pavilion, also named Yun Hua. Could it be the same person?"
There aren’t many Divinity Transformation stage cultivators in the Jiuli Realm across the major sects.
A Divinity Transformation stage suddenly appearing now leads to speculation that it might be from another realm.
Coincidentally, the Qingxuan Pavilion was also pursuing a Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch named Yun Hua. Thus, it was immediately speculated that it might be the same person.
And the Qingxuan Pavilion’s wanted poster described Yun Hua’s misdeeds in detail: his clone killing his way into the Qingxuan Sect, slaying the Qingxuan Sect’s Mahayana stage elder and over a thousand high-level cultivators.
Even the clone was so powerful, the true body must be unimaginably so.
The Sect Masters of several major sects searched for Si Lingle with their Divine Sense.
The Sect Master of the Taixu Sect knew Yun Hua’s background well, and moreover, he was aware that the Qingxuan Realm was a Pseudo Realm.
This is also the heritage of a major sect.
Therefore, he admired Si Lingle for daring to single-handedly challenge the Qingxuan Sect after knowing what they did, killing so many high-level cultivators of the Qingxuan Sect, and still escaping safely to the Jiuli Realm. Quite some skill.
So when Si Lingle brought various small sects and factions under control, he did not intervene.
If she is capable of developing this Hundred Battle Sect, it would be beneficial for the Jiuli Realm.
Then, the Jiuli Realm has an additional force.
The Sect Master of the Eight Desolate Palace looked at the Sect Masters of the Taixu Sect, the Sword Shadow Alliance, and the Fire Cloud Sect. None of the three had significant reactions, implying they were aware of the matters concerning the Hundred Battle Sect.
The Sect Master of the Taixu Sect met the gaze of the Eight Desolate Palace’s Sect Master, gave a slight smile, and said, "This Yun Ya is the disciple of the Hundred Battle Sect’s Sect Leader."
"Heh, thanks for informing me."
In the subsequent challenge, Yun Ya won by relying on spells and the contracted Golden Roc Demon.
After watching Yun Ya’s duel, Si Lingle went to the Nascent Soul Area.
Changming and several others passed the first mixed battle and entered the second stage.
However, Changming was unlucky: in the second stage of individual combat, he encountered a sword cultivator at the Nascent Soul Great Perfection from the Sword Shadow Alliance and was eliminated.
Except for Ziyue, whose number was later, the others won, waiting for the next bout.
The next day, Ziyue took the stage.
Ziyue stood on the arena, the faint green Wind Spirit Qi swirling around her, her hair gently swaying, gaze as sharp as a blade. She stared at the woman slowly stepping onto the platform opposite—Ting Lan, her former fellow disciple at Yunmeng Mountain Villa, was also the mastermind who, years ago, crippled her Dantian and slandered her for colluding with Evil Cultivators.
Ting Lan was quite shocked to see her opponent. Back then, she had crippled Ziyue’s Dantian. She didn’t expect Ziyue to obtain an Eighth Rank Elixir that could repair her Dantian.
Moreover, she managed to rebuild her foundation in just over a decade and break through to the Nascent Soul stage.
Ting Lan somewhat regretted not killing Ziyue back then.
Although flustered inside, Ting Lan maintained a composed exterior, smiling slightly as she said, "Senior Sister Ziyue, it’s been many years; your cultivation has progressed quite a bit." Her voice, while charming, carried an underlying chill, "I just wonder if you can still compete for this Secret Realm slot today?"
Ziyue remained calm, the Wind Spirit gathering in her palm, transforming into a Green Blade Long Sword, the blade glimmering with fine wind patterns. She said blandly, "Junior Sister Ting Lan, for what you did back then, I demand retribution today." ƒгeewёbnovel.com
Ting Lan’s gaze turned cold as she played her Jade Flute, the sound waves turning into blades, instantly slicing through the air, sweeping towards Ziyue.
Ziyue lightly tapped her toes, moving like the wind, evading the Sound Blade in an instant, and with a reverse swing, her sword emanated Sword Qi like a storm, aiming directly at Ting Lan’s face. freewёbnoνel.com
"Heh, Senior Sister’s Wind Spirit Root is indeed swift." Ting Lan chuckled softly, suddenly releasing a strand of red silk from her sleeve, like a venomous snake winding towards Ziyue’s wrist—precisely Yunmeng Mountain Villa’s Forbidden Technique, "Soul Binding Silk," once entwined, it would erode the cultivator’s Divine Soul.
Having been prepared, Ziyue burst forth her Wind Spirit, scattering the red silk. Changing her sword stance, she directed the sword blade to summon the wind of heaven and earth, whipping up a hurricane on the arena, pushing Ting Lan back several steps.
"Ting Lan, you harmed me before; you still dare to use such insidious tricks today?" Ziyue questioned coldly, her sword pointed directly at Ting Lan’s throat.
Fear flickered across Ting Lan’s eyes, but she quickly regained her composure, raising her Jade Flute again as sound waves morphed into thousands of phantoms, attempting to confuse Ziyue’s Divine Sense.
However, Ziyue was no longer someone who could be bullied like before. As she willed, the Wind Spirit transformed into an invisible barrier, entirely blocking the Illusionary Sound.
"It’s time to end this." Ziyue murmured, the sword blade suddenly accelerating like a cyan lightning bolt, aimed straight at Ting Lan’s heart.
Caught off guard, Ting Lan was still sent flying by the Sword Qi, landing heavily at the edge of the arena. Blood trickled from her mouth as she looked at Ziyue in disbelief, "You... how could you..."
Ziyue withdrew her sword, the Wind Spirit dissipating, leaving only a wisp of clear wind brushing past her hair. Gazing down at Ting Lan, she said blandly, "You harmed me back then; today, I defeat you. The wheel of karma turns, nothing more."
If it weren’t for being in the arena, she’d surely kill Ting Lan, avenging not only herself but also her junior brother Chen Chuan.
Below the stage, the spectators watched in silence, only the sound of the wind howling, as if announcing the end of this duel.
