Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times-Chapter 599 - 217: Divinity Transformation Domain "Chicken and Dogs Ascend to Heaven"!_2
Chapter 599 -217: Divinity Transformation Domain “Chicken and Dogs Ascend to Heaven”!_2
The Nascent Soul Sword Cultivation Puppet was simply not an entity he could contend with.
In his last attempt, he had gone all out, staking ninety-nine percent of his lifespan into that strike with the “Heavenly Sword” second style. He unleashed the strongest sword strike of his life. Yet, it only managed to sever one arm of the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivation Puppet. That was the strongest move he was capable of, also the strongest move of his life.
Without destruction, there cannot be construction.
With that sword strike, he was left with just one year of life.
He was gambling that this strike would slay the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivation Puppet. If he won the gamble, he could travel to Xuantian Continent and achieve a breakthrough from the Nascent Soul, thus extending his lifespan. But… he lost the gamble.
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His strongest strike of a lifetime was but child’s play in the eyes of the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivation Puppet.
It was then that he truly understood how vast the chasm between the Golden Core and the Nascent Soul was. For a Golden Core cultivator, the Nascent Soul was an almost invincible entity, and that Nascent Soul Sword Cultivation Puppet, being a Sword Cultivator itself, had many methods to counter Sword Cultivators.
Returning in failure for the ninth time, severely wounded and falling through the clouds, he had plunged into utter despair.
Because he knew that without a miracle, he could never defeat that Nascent Soul Sword Cultivation Puppet in his lifetime.
He finally understood the despair his master felt facing this same Nascent Soul Sword Cultivation Puppet.
The Nascent Soul Sword Cultivation Puppet stood there quietly, though it said nothing, it clearly conveyed that with its presence, no one could leave Da Xia Country.
He couldn’t even begin to imagine how his own master had once defeated the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivation Puppet.
At least… he could not!
He was at the peak of the Golden Core Great Perfection Cultivation, the first Sword Cultivator of Da Xia, trained in the Heavenly Sword Second Styles, stepping into the realm of Human Sword Unity, he had almost reached the peak that could be achieved within the boundaries of Da Xia, yet even so, he was utterly unable to defeat that Nascent Soul Sword Cultivation Puppet.
Leaving Da Xia, following in his master’s footsteps, gaining his master’s recognition were the greatest obsessions of his life.
For that, he was willing to sacrifice everything.
But nine consecutive failures seemed to mock his lifelong obsession. He couldn’t even accomplish the first step, let alone the subsequent two.
But, as he fell through the clouds on his ninth failure—
Divine music resounded from the horizon, and he saw countless golden particles like snowflakes falling from the Boundless Snow Mountain, a tiny wisp, very small, yet he sharply captured that the originally tranquil Sword Cultivation Puppet sensed this celestial anomaly.
Suddenly, its body froze in place, all its Protective Spirit Qi dissipated, and it looked up towards that celestial anomaly.
He seized this opportunity.
He channeled his final year’s lifespan into his last sword strike, leaving himself only three days to live, abruptly halting his falling figure, and then explosively shot toward the platform’s Nascent Soul Sword Cultivation Puppet.
A strike to end life.
He succeeded.
Although he didn’t understand why the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivation Puppet had suddenly frozen at the sight of the celestial anomaly, nor did he understand where that celestial anomaly came from, but… none of that mattered anymore. What mattered was that he finally managed to leave Da Xia Country to chase his master’s footsteps.
Only…
The Seventh Prince sat somewhat blankly on a pile of snow; he had just heard many stories about his master from this bearded man’s mouth—Twelfth Grade Nascent Soul, Twelfth Grade Divine Domain, a man who could annihilate a clan single-handedly, the Heavenly Repairing Technique, hundreds of billions in merits, and so forth.
Each tale could be a legendary story passed down for centuries!
And all these legendary deeds happened to one person—his own master.
Just over a year had passed, and his master had already reached the Peak of Divinity Transformation Cultivation.
Some time later.
The Seventh Prince staggered up, clutching his stomach wound as he walked toward the distance. He had less than two days to live. He needed to achieve a breakthrough in the Nascent Soul, even if it was the lowest Grade Nascent Soul; otherwise, he would die.
…
Several hours later, the Seventh Prince, having achieved a First Grade Nascent Soul, began his own journey.
He traveled through Quzhou for ten days, visited many cities, and called on many forces.
But those cities and those forces all had a line of small text embedded in the most conspicuous place:
“Governed by Chao Tian Sect.”
He wanted to make his master proud, to raise the reputation of Chao Tian Sect, only to find that both Chao Tian Sect and his master seemed entirely unneeded for him to make famous. Everyone in Xuantian Continent knew about Chao Tian Sect, everyone knew of Chen Qiu.
Finally…
The disheartened Seventh Prince walked into a city teahouse in a daze. He felt his obsessions collapse in an instant. He had almost exhausted all his energy, and only with the protection of destiny had he managed to leave Da Xia Country and arrive in Xuantian Continent.
He initially thought he could finally be closer to his master.
But after arriving in Xuantian Continent, he realized that he might never catch up to his master’s strides in this lifetime.
Meanwhile, on the stage, a storyteller was passionately recounting the deeds of Chen Qiu. Throughout these days, he had lost count of how many times he had listened to these stories, every storyteller in every teahouse in every city spoke of his master’s deeds.
Without exception.
If there were any exceptions, those individuals were merely stepping stones for his master, ultimately ending up slain by his own master.
All those miraculous stories often left him truly baffled about how his master could have accomplished such feats.
Just then—
A middle-aged man next to him suddenly leaned over and joked, “Young man, you look quite downcast. Did your wife run off, or did your son die?”
