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Chapter 548 Nameless One Blade
Chapter 548 The Nameless Blade
boom!
Wu Shijie slowly raised his hand, and the extremely powerful and sharp Taijin Qi soared into the sky, filling the world and radiating a majestic aura.
The Nascent Soul True Monarchs watching the battle all had their pupils shrink and felt a stinging pain on their skin, as if they were seeing themselves being pierced through the heart by thousands of golden energies and dying.
However, among the Nascent Soul True Monarchs present, there were only a few powerful individuals who could withstand the intimidation of the Taijin Qi, such as Su Lanyue, who was hiding in the shadows.
Su Lanyue's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and her gaze towards Wu Shijie held a hint of surprise and uncertainty.
A mere Nascent Soul Peak True Monarch, merely by releasing his aura, was enough to make her feel a death crisis as if maggots were clinging to her bones.
This means that if she were to engage in a direct confrontation, she would have a considerable chance of losing to Wu Shijie, and might even perish.
Few cultivation sects that have been able to maintain their lineage since ancient times are pushovers.
"You must now understand why the Eight Desolations Sect and my Heavenly Crafting Talisman Sect are wary of the five sects of the Earthly Evolution Realm and have hesitated to make a move," Su Tianhe said meaningfully.
Among his descendants, Su Lanyue was a top-notch cultivator, but compared to the five sects of the Earthly Realm and even the old man of the entire Southern Wilderness, Su Lanyue was still inferior.
To put it bluntly, if the world in the Southern Wilderness hadn't changed and its creation hadn't been incomplete, even a powerful expert who had reached the half-step Divine Transformation realm within the Earthly Evolution Realm might have been able to break through the barrier of realm and prove the Dao of the Divine Transformation True Venerable.
Noticing the ancestor's gaze, Su Lanyue raised an eyebrow, feeling somewhat resentful.
In the old ancestor's heart, it was understandable that she was no match for those old monsters from the Five Earthly Sects.
Wu Shijie was clearly six or seven generations older than her, yet his cultivation had remained at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage for hundreds of years, unable to advance any further.
Given his qualifications, how could he possibly convince Su Lanyue?
The level of cultivation does not represent everything. It now seems that Wu Shijie's reason for remaining at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage is not due to limited talent or a lack of Dao heart, but rather his desire to successfully cultivate the Supreme Golden Sacred Body.
Su Tianhe, being well-informed, immediately recognized the source of the profound power that Wu Shijie had unleashed.
"Ancestor, do you mean that Wu Shijie, the sect leader of the Heavy Gold Sect, will win?" Su Lanyue frowned slightly, disagreeing.
"When did I ever say that Wu Shijie could defeat Chen Zi'ang?"
Su Tianhe glanced at Su Lanyue and said casually, "Just because you're not as good as Wu Shijie doesn't mean Chen Zi'ang is either. This duel will most likely end in an instant."
Upon hearing this, Su Lanyue looked thoughtful and turned her eyes to Chen Beiwu.
Chen Beiwu remained calm, and the three-headed dragon on his shoulder transformed into flowing golden light, forming a domineering three-pointed double-edged sword.
"Sect Leader Chen, please be careful."
As soon as he finished speaking, the heavens and earth stirred violently, and Wu Shijie vanished from the spot, his whereabouts unknown.
Seeing this, some Nascent Soul True Monarchs exerted all their strength, urging their divine senses to scan the surroundings, but they could not find any trace of Wu Shijie's existence.
"Heavyweight Heaven-Shattering Palm!"
Suddenly, Wu Shijie appeared behind Chen Beiwu and slammed down with a heavy palm, aiming straight for the latter's crown.
In an instant, the primordial energy roared and gathered, condensing into a giant, thousand-foot-long hand with distinct fingers behind Wu Shijie.
The giant palm slammed down, and all the spiritual energy within a hundred miles solidified, forcibly trapping Chen Beiwu in place, unable to move.
Even the ground beneath Chen Beiwu's feet collapsed by ten feet, and large pieces of rubble turned into dust, forming an extremely piercing sound wave with the force of his palm strike.
Rumble!
The mere sound wave breaking through the array's restrictions caused some of the Golden Core cultivators watching the battle to tremble violently, as if facing a formidable enemy. They instinctively summoned their magical treasures to protect their minds, otherwise they would surely perish.
Upon seeing this, Zhu Wuyai waved his hand, and dense array patterns immediately appeared on the stage, binding the oppressive aura within the array to prevent any casualties among the disciples of the various sects participating in the sect ceremony.
"Clang!"
Chen Beiwu opened his Heavenly Eye, without turning around, and suddenly flipped the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand, slashing it lightly backward.
This slash produced no extraordinary phenomena, nor did it cause the heavens and earth to tremble and tear through space, creating a dark crack in the sky. Instead, it was an extremely condensed and unadorned slash, with all the sword intent concentrated on the blade.
Yet this seemingly simple strike caused the elders and sect leaders of various cultivation sects to narrow their eyes, instinctively raising their hands to shield their foreheads and avoid the flash of the blade.
Su Lanyue was one of them. She lowered her head slightly and glanced at the ground.
"Wake up and take a good look at this stab!"
Su Tianhe gave a soft shout, which made Su Lanyue's eyes change slightly, and she suddenly realized that something was wrong with her.
What happened?
Having experienced countless battles and daring to fight to the death with True Monarchs of the same realm, how could she possibly voluntarily avoid the blade light unleashed by Chen Ziang!
Without time to think, Su Lanyue held her breath and focused her eyes on the blade, prompted by the ancestor.
This sight was terrifying. Su Lanyue's keen senses detected a great terror. Not only did her heart stop beating and her eyes become glazed, but even the nascent soul deep within her Purple Mansion closed its eyes and fell into a state of chaos.
"Very well, very well! The younger generation surpasses the older; from today onward, I can confidently enter seclusion and attempt to attain the Dao and become a True Immortal."
Zhu Wuyai's eyes brightened slightly, realizing that Chen Ziang had completely mastered the fifth realm of the Dao of the Blade, which was the ultimate technique of a Nascent Soul True Venerable, and could not be blocked by ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators.
If even the Nascent Soul True Monarchs watching the battle were in such a state, how much more so Wu Shijie, who was facing the blade head-on.
"Ascending to the Golden Palace!"
Sensing the impending death, Wu Shijie merged his nascent soul with his physical body, clasped his hands together, and exerted all his strength, causing the phantom of the Ninefold Golden Palace to rapidly illuminate deep within his dantian.
The golden palace phantom burst forth with radiance, and the spreading golden light merged with Wu Shijie's arms, overlapping and blocking in front of him, pushing the power of the Taijin Sacred Body to its limit.
At this moment, Wu Shijie believed that, let alone a Nascent Soul Perfected True Monarch, even if he faced a half-step Divine Transformation level expert, he could survive thanks to the Taijin Sacred Body.
"Clang!"
But as the blade drew closer, Wu Shijie's unease grew stronger.
He was shaken and wanted to dodge the blade, but after using the Golden Palace Supreme Profound Power, he had no way to avoid it.
boom!
In the blink of an eye, Wu Shijie's Heavy Gold Shattering Palm was easily cut open by Chen Beiwu with a single slash.
The unadorned silver blade continued its descent, striking Wu Shijie's crossed arms as he tried to block it.
"Sizzle!"
A soft sound rang out, and Wu Shijie's pupils contracted. He took two steps back, his trembling arms retreating voluntarily, revealing his chest wide open, protected only by the Ninefold Golden Palace.
Under Chen Beiwu's blade, Wu Shijie's proud and formidable defense was as thin as nine layers of paper, insignificant, and was cleaved open by the silver-white blade light with unstoppable force.
"Tick-tock!"
"Tick-tock!"
"Tick-tock!"
As drops of golden blood fell to the ground, Wu Shijie's face turned deathly pale, his eyes staring blankly at the three-pointed double-edged sword resting on his chest.
His loss of composure was not due to fear of death, but rather because this blow made him realize just how terrifying the gap between himself and Chen Zi'ang was.
The reason is simple: with this strike, Chen Zi'ang only broke through the Taijin Sacred Body, cutting through the skin, without damaging his tendons, bones, or internal organs.
Dantian and even the nascent soul in the Purple Palace.
This precise control over the intent of the blade is simply terrifying.
This means that in the recent exchange, Chen Zi'ang could have taken his life at any time if he wanted.
"I have been defeated. Thank you for your guidance, Sect Leader Chen."
Wu Shijie readily admitted defeat, his gaze fixed intently on Chen Beiwu: "May I ask, Sect Leader Chen, what is the name of this strike?"
"nameless."
Chen Beiwu glanced at him and casually put away his three-pointed double-edged sword.
Wu Shijie was taken aback for a moment, then exclaimed, "The nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth; the named is the mother of all things."
"The Dao has no name, yet it is given a name by force. Sect Leader Chen's strike is the same; truly a fitting name!"
At this point, Wu Shijie clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to Chen Beiwu, saying, "I have learned a great deal today."
"???"
Hearing this string of praises, Chen Beiwu finally understood why the words of powerful figures in the cultivation world were regarded as gospel.
The namelessness he spoke of was different from the namelessness that Wu Shijie understood.
That last strike was merely a casual action by Chen Beiwu, a simple attack unleashed by activating the Lingxiao Blade Intent.
To sum it up in the words of a user on the Xianmeng Wanling app, it's just a casual basic attack; there's absolutely no need to name it.
Whether Wu Shijie misunderstood or deliberately exaggerated the extent of his attack to save face, it's unclear.
Seeing Wu Shijie's sincere gaze, Chen Beiwu assumed it was the former and, to save face for him, refrained from correcting him.
Since learning that the five sects of Qingmu, Chongjin, Xuanjian, Fenyan and Jingyue all originated from the same lineage and were inherited from the ancient Taiyi Daoist lineage, Chen Beiwu has had the goal of unifying the five sects of Diyan and re-establishing the Taiyi Daoist sect.
However, his cultivation level was too weak at that time, so there was no point in him saying these things. It was better to hide and do it secretly.
On the contrary, Senior Tianyi Zhenlong was too fierce. As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked him if he was willing to unify the Nine Realms and become the Lord of the Southern Wilderness.
What a joke, what's there to be unwilling about?
Becoming the sect leader of the Mirror Moon Sect alone allowed Chen Beiwu's fortune and status to undergo a further transformation, forming a purple aura canopy.
If Chen Beiwu could unify the five sects of Diyan, re-establish the Taiyi Dao lineage, and even unify the entire Southern Wilderness, the fortune he would gain as the master of a region would likely be enough to help him embark on the path of Void Refinement.
However, each of the five sects of Earthly Origin has its own strengths, and it would be extremely difficult to unify them by force. It would be better to proceed slowly and win over forces that can submit to them.
Seeing Wu Shijie sit down, Zhu Wuyai smiled slightly and looked at Luo Zhan.
Luo Zhan glanced at Zhao Cang, who had a calm expression, and then at Wu Shijie, who was completely convinced. His eyes were calm, but his heart was in turmoil.
The Green Wood Sect is a clandestine ally of the Burning Flame Sect, while the Heavy Gold Sect is an open ally of the Burning Flame Sect.
As a result, the attitudes displayed by the two sect leaders at their enthronement ceremonies were somewhat ambiguous, seemingly leaning towards the Mirror Moon Sect.
If it were only the Green Wood Sect, it wouldn't be so bad. After all, the Mirror Moon Sect is the number one alchemy sect in the Earthly Realm, and it has close ties with the former. They have been in an open alliance for many years, and their friendship is even stronger than that of the Burning Flame Sect. Otherwise, they wouldn't have formed an alliance in secret.
However, there are many grudges between the Chongjin Sect and the Jingyue Sect.
Even if Wu Shijie could disregard the opinions of the sect's supreme elders, put aside past grievances, and form an alliance with the Mirror Moon Sect, wouldn't he be afraid of being purged in the future?
A bunch of greedy rats whose eyes are only on profit!
Luo Zhan scoffed inwardly, stood up and bowed slightly to Chen Beiwu: "Sect Master Chen's swordsmanship is unfathomable, and he can be called the number one swordsman in the Earthly Realm. I admit that I am no match for him and I humbly admit defeat."
Upon hearing this, the main hall of the viewing platform fell silent. The cultivators of the Burning Flame Sect lowered their heads slightly, their faces expressionless.
Most of the Jingyue cultivators smiled slightly, revealing an air of pride, and looked at the new sect leader Chen Zi'ang with even greater awe.
Since the division of the five branches, this is the first time that the sect leader of the Burning Flame Sect has been intimidated before even engaging in battle, bowing his head to acknowledge the strength of the Mirror Moon Sect!
Zhao Cang and Wu Shijie exchanged a glance, their eyes narrowing slightly, but neither dared to speak up and sow discord.
After all, the Burning Flame Sect has already shown weakness and bowed its head, so whatever they say will be suspected of instigating.
"Sect Leader Luo, you flatter me."
Chen Beiwu responded modestly, then turned his gaze towards the Xuanjian Pavilion.
On the viewing platform, the flags of the Xuanjian Pavilion fluttered in the wind. A thin figure in a gray robe sat there, seemingly frail, yet sharp as a sword and heavy as a mountain, like the most dazzling divine sword in the world.
Noticing Chen Beiwu's gaze, all the cultivators present looked at Xiaoyao Sword Lord with awe in their eyes.
True Martial Lord is a latercomer and is currently the number one sword cultivator in the Earthly Evolution Realm.
Li Xiaoyao, the Sword Master of Freedom, is recognized by many Nascent Soul True Monarchs in the Earthly Realm for being the number one sword cultivator in the past thousand years. His fame has spread throughout the Nine Realms, and even in the most remote Profound Realm of the Southern Wilderness, he has followers who call him the Sword Master of Freedom.
Now, two generations of powerful figures meet here; one has mastered the sword, and the other has mastered the saber.
If they can clash swords and debate, verifying their understanding of the Dao, and determine the true number one swordsman in the Southern Wilderness, or even the number one saber cultivator, then their trip today will have been worthwhile.
Beside the Carefree Sword Master, Heavenly Sword Gu Wuji stared blankly at Chen Ziang, his mind racing.
Once upon a time, Chen Zi'ang was nothing more than a Foundation Establishment cultivator with a little talent in his eyes, not worth paying attention to.
But it turns out he misjudged the person, mistaking a potential dragon for a young python!
Now, Qianlong has soared to the sky, attaining the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and can contend with the perfect Nascent Soul True Monarch, while he has become a stepping stone for those who look up at the mountain peak.
Do you regret it?
Gu Wuji asked himself a question, his eyes gradually hardening.
He doesn't regret it!
The path of the Heavenly Sword is one of only advancement and no retreat.
Even if he were to do it all over again, with his pride, he would still ignore Chen Ziang, whose cultivation was low and who had no artistic conception, and would not regard him as a true dragon cub that must be killed.
"Indeed, you can see through your own heart, and your sword mind is clear. Given time, you will surely master the ultimate technique of breaking through all laws with a single sword strike and stand at the peak of the fourth realm of swordsmanship."
However, you are too inexperienced now and need time to grow. The position of Xuanjian Pavilion Master is more of a burden for you.
I have a sword called Freedom. Take a good look at it today, and perhaps you will gain some insight into the fifth realm of swordsmanship.
After instructing the younger generation through telepathic communication, Li Xiaoyao opened his eyes and met Chen Beiwu's gaze.
In an instant, the entire place fell silent. No one uttered a sound, and even Zhu Wuyai, who had maintained a calm expression, dared not be careless.
"tread!"
"tread!"
"tread!"
Li Xiaoyao stood up and took three steps toward Chen Beiwu, saying calmly, "Sect Master Chen, I am the chief elder of the Xuanjian Pavilion, and I should not participate in this Five Sects Discussion."
"But I am a sword cultivator. I have come here today not for the conflict between the five sects, but only to exchange skills, discuss the Dao, and make friends through swordsmanship."
"To avoid any unfairness in this competition, I will suppress my cultivation level to the late Nascent Soul stage."
At this point, Li Xiaoyao revealed a kind smile: "I wonder if young friend Chen would be willing to exchange a few blows?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Beiwu smiled and replied with a single word.
"please."