This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 1573 - 41: Rivaling the Gods (Part 3)

She knew her husband couldn't hold on much longer. At Lu Qingshan's current speed, it was evident he couldn't cross the chasm before Cang Xiu perished.

"Xiaojian, if things go awry, take your friends and leave. I'll go help your father!" Her expression turned resolute as she instructed Zang Xiaojian, and before Zang Xiaojian could respond, she swiftly left the Land of Heavenly Punishment.

Once out of the Land of Heavenly Punishment, ensuring Zang Xiaojian's position wouldn't be exposed, Ming Yu's figure immediately shot up, rushing towards the Evil Venerable who was battling with Cang Xiu in the sky.

...

Lu Qingshan's gaze was icy cold.

He saw Ming Yu's intervention, aware of the dire urgency of the current situation.

But at this critical moment, he couldn't split his focus.

"Hold on, just give me a little more time!" Lu Qingshan murmured.

He turned his head to look at the Tribulation Sword floating not far away, his eyes shining with brightness and determination.

Simultaneously, his speed surprisingly increased with the growing might of the ancient tribulation force.

Yes, it became faster.

Despite the increasing power of the ancient tribulation force, Lu Qingshan found his movements becoming more effortless.

Dong dong dong!

The sound of resonance grew louder and more majestic.

Lu Qingshan's bloodline surged.

At this moment, only two hundred zhang separated him and the Tribulation Sword.

"Faster, faster, just a bit faster!"

Lu Qingshan growled in his heart, his body roaring, gaining several more degrees of speed at this crucial moment.

With another step forward, it seemed as though he had shrunk the earth; this step covered a distance of ten zhang.

"Young Master!" Qin Yitian worriedly called out, fearing Lu Qingshan's desperate efforts might cause him harm.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

The distance now was one hundred and eighty zhang!

"The ancient tribulation force, it can no longer stop me," Lu Qingshan affirmed.

One hundred and seventy zhang... one hundred and sixty zhang... one hundred and fifty zhang!

Lu Qingshan could feel an indescribable strength surging within his body, seemingly immortal, contending against the ancient tribulation force.

"Young Master, why has the ancient tribulation force suddenly lost its hold over you?" Qin Yitian, confirming Lu Qingshan's state was fine, could no longer hold back her question.

Even she, who was closest to Lu Qingshan, didn't understand how he had clearly reached the end of his strength, was on the verge of collapse, yet could suddenly revive, possessing an unstoppable momentum, unafraid of the ancient tribulation force.

One hundred and forty zhang... one hundred and thirty zhang!

"The ancient tribulation force originates from the Tribulation Sword, essentially a test set by the Tribulation Sword," Lu Qingshan's speed increased once more.

"An incredibly difficult test," he softly answered in his heart to the sword spirit maiden.

"A test that only a Sword Cultivator might be able to pass."

The distance... one hundred zhang!

"Only a Sword Cultivator might be able to pass the test..." Qin Yitian softly murmured, seemingly understanding.

Since it is the Sword Artifacts' test, it was natural that only a Sword Cultivator could pass.

This she could understand, could comprehend.

The question was, what exactly did a Sword Cultivator rely on to pass this test?

Her heart harbored the same doubts as Ming Yu.

Eighty zhang... seventy zhang!

"I've told you, the strength of a Sword Cultivator doesn't come from heaven, nor from earth." Lu Qingshan's voice seemed to hold a mesmerizing power.

"The strength of a Sword Cultivator comes from the heart; it is ignited by one's own will."

Now the distance... fifty zhang!

"Everything can be measured, but..."

Forty zhang!

"Will is immortal!"

Thirty zhang!

"Is the Divine Sword truly beyond the reach of a mortal body?"

Twenty zhang!

"No!" Lu Qingshan declared firmly.

"Because even a mortal body can..."

At this point, the distance between Lu Qingshan and the Tribulation Sword was only ten zhang, just one step away.

Lu Qingshan took the final step, crossing the last ten zhang, resolutely reaching out his right hand, piercing through the endless thunder, to grasp the Tribulation Sword hovering in mid-air.

His deep voice echoed in the Land of Heavenly Punishment.

"Stand... along... with... the... gods!"