This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 1571 - 41: Equal to the Gods

Just as Lu Qingshan was on the brink of despair, a blazing light suddenly surged from within his body, like a sun erupting from the depths of the earth.

What happened, how could there be such a change?

She was deeply shocked, frozen in place.

At this moment, Lu Qingshan's skin was enveloped in a layer of luminescence.

The glow flickered like a flowing galaxy, emerging from within, softly radiating a special kind of pulse.

Zang Xiaojian's eyes were shining brightly, reflecting the true scene.

The face of Lu Qingshan, which had been withered, aged, and bloodless, was now restored with a rosy hue, brimming with a powerful vitality.

This meant his Primordial Spirit was recovering, no longer decaying.

His gaze similarly became radiant, like a sun exploding, casting out astonishing rays of light.

Those rays made his eyes incredibly profound, containing an indescribable strange power.

Divine radiance occasionally surged over Lu Qingshan's body, dazzling beyond words.

"This is... a sign of revival."

"There is an immortal power within his body."

Ming Yu murmured to herself, yet could not comprehend.

She was greatly astonished, certain that Lu Qingshan's vitality was reviving.

This was a miracle, for someone who had begun to decay under the force of the ancient calamity to be resurrected.

"But... what power could possibly be immortal?" She scrutinized Lu Qingshan repeatedly; in terms of cultivation, Primordial Spirit, or physical body, there seemed no difference from before.

No power in Lu Qingshan's body had transformed or ascended to immortality.

Therefore, there was only one possibility.

Lu Qingshan harbored a fourth type of power beyond the Primordial Spirit, cultivation, and physical body.

This fourth power was the one capable of immortality, enduring the decay and suppression of the ancient calamity's force.

But... whether Human Race or Demon Race, or even all the races under the heavens, no matter how the cultivation systems varied, they should never escape the confines of these three.

Where did this fourth power come from, where did it originate?

Thud!

At the moment when the newborn fourth power appeared, Lu Qingshan finally took a step forward, towards the Tribulation Sword.

This was only a beginning.

In that instant, Ming Yu and Zang Xiaojian could see more clearly that divine light was circulating within Lu Qingshan.

Amidst the circulation, his flesh and blood became vigorous with life, and his breath, which had been hurried due to the oppression and targeting of the ancient calamity's force, became steady.

A white mist emanated from his mouth and nose, like ethereal Immortal Qi, accompanying his breath in and out.

The painful expression due to the dissolution of his Primordial Spirit also returned to peace.

Mysterious ripples emerged from within him.

His chest began to rise and fall.

Then came the resounding thud-thud sound, astonishing those who heard it.

Even Ming Yu was deeply moved.

This was the heartbeat, as powerful as a drum being struck.

Like a prehistoric behemoth.

This was not a heartbeat a Sword Cultivator could have, as it is well-known that they have frail physical bodies.

Thud!

Thud!

The sound of the heartbeat grew stronger, resonating through Heaven and Earth with each step Lu Qingshan took, like the roaring of Heavenly Thunder.

"It's not that his physical body has become stronger..." After observing for a while, Ming Yu, looking slightly pale, discerned the mystery and explained to Zang Xiaojian, "He has resonated with the Tribulation Sword!"

"Lu Qingshan!" Zang Xiaojian was too excited to speak.

At this moment, she had no mind to explore the reasons behind the miracle, only feeling thrilled for its occurrence.

Because it seemed that Lingye Island... could be saved.

Zang Xiaojian watched intently as Lu Qingshan advanced once more in the Land of Heavenly Punishment, clenching her fists, both excited and nervous.

Excited because she saw hope.

Nervous because there was still a six hundred zhang distance ahead of Lu Qingshan, and she was unsure whether he could reach the end in one go.

Moreover, no one could guarantee that even if Lu Qingshan reached the Tribulation Sword, he would be able to wield it.

After all, no one had ever reached the Tribulation Sword before.

But no matter what, the Tribulation Sword was the Sword of Heavenly Punishment, a Divine Sword, not something a mere mortal could easily wield.

This was a fact evident just by considering.

.......

The suppression and destruction from the force of the ancient calamity remained, a special law that could not be circumvented.

But now Lu Qingshan, who had walked once through the Ghost Gate Pass, had a calm face like the cold surface of a lake.

Beneath his calmness, there was a palpable confidence and determination.

Step by step, he walked toward the Tribulation Sword, disregarding the increasingly powerful force of the ancient calamity as if it were nothing.

Lightning snaked around him, thunder roared in his ears, and violent and destructive auras encircled him.

Lightning surged.

Yet Lu Qingshan was like a small boat standing firm amid raging waves, advancing steadily and unwaveringly.

Ming Yu and Zang Xiaojian stared in awe at Lu Qingshan, bewildered by the astounding change that had occurred in him moments ago.

Especially Ming Yu, who had tried it herself and reached her limit after five hundred zhang.

But now, Lu Qingshan had already crossed the five hundred zhang threshold, moving towards the six hundred zhang.

This was something she, at the Ninth Realm, could not achieve, yet Lu Qingshan of the Fifth Tribulation Realm had done so.

Ming Yu's eyes held a complex expression.

"Only five hundred zhang left..." she murmured, her tone filled with an unprecedented sense of hope.

.....

Clang!

The Evil Venerable Emperor Mantra unfolded, the emperor's shadow loomed vast, covering Heaven's Vault, the fist becoming the mightiest weapon, meeting the Thunder Dragon head-on, almost shattering the air.