Chapter 474 - 473: Never Looking Back at Explosions

Chapter 474: Chapter 473: Never Looking Back at Explosions

Chapter 473: Never Looking Back at Explosions

At this moment, Luo Wusheng had already regained consciousness.

The Nascent Soul Tree was still continuing to grow, yet he now seemed to be multitasking—while paying attention to how the Nascent Soul Tree was invoking Dao Rhythm laws, he simultaneously reclaimed control over his physical body.

The scene from earlier, where he "hand-rubbed" the immortal tribulation, was something he had personally accomplished.

To outsiders, it looked terrifying enough to shock gods and demons alike, but to Luo Wusheng it felt incomparably natural.

For a moment, all others could see was him forcibly kneading the immortal tribulation, yet it was difficult for them to immediately notice that after his right hand lifted, the descending tribulation lightning had, for an instant, transformed into something tangible—like an unparalleled peerless jade rarely found in the world.

That’s right. What he used was precisely the same technique he had employed countless times in the past: transforming objects into jade.

He had once attempted to use it to transform the spirits of mountains and rivers, the shadows of stars, the forms of sun and moon—but this was the first time he had ever tried to convert the energy of a heavenly tribulation.

Not only because he hadn’t encountered heavenly tribulations many times before, but also because the Luo Wusheng of the past simply couldn’t have done this.

And now, within his dantian, the little sapling that had originally grown only three branches had become increasingly robust. At a glance, it was impossible to count how many branches it now possessed, with every single leaf circulating greater or lesser amounts of Dao Rhythm.

Perhaps in the entire world, aside from him, there was not a single Nascent Soul cultivator whose Nascent Soul was entwined with so many Dao Rhythms.

Every one of these Dao Rhythms was something he had previously come into contact with—though most of them had only been analyzed superficially, merely as preparation for smoothly crafting corresponding jade stones.

Among them, the highest-grade Dao Rhythm was one related to death and annihilation, which he had once studied the deepest. It was the very foundation of the Unborn Finger technique he had created with the intent of "death without life." If he had advanced to the Nascent Soul realm in a normal way back then, this would undoubtedly have become his primary Great Dao.

But now... at the very least, the Dao Rhythms of lightning and fire both already pointed directly toward their respective origins, and their potential was in no way inferior to this one.

Beyond that, there was also a special Dao Rhythm that had emerged—one related to directly grasping the essence of things and transforming them.

This Dao Rhythm came from Luo Wusheng’s countless instances of converting the energy of objects into jade, from sheer familiarity—and also from a method he himself had never expected.

The Demon Sect Artifact Refining technique.

This Dao Rhythm was the true foundation behind his current ability to convert the immortal tribulation. Supplemented by various other Dao Rhythms and his tribulation-devouring capability, it culminated in the scene just witnessed.

If it had been an ordinary heavenly tribulation, it might truly have been converted successfully by him.

But an immortal tribulation was still an immortal tribulation. In the blink of an eye, it completely broke free. Only through rapid thought did Luo Wusheng manage to hurl the half-converted, barely controllable immortal tribulation toward the gigantic roc at the horizon.

This entire sequence of actions sounded extraordinarily complicated, yet in reality it all happened within a single instant.

Three bolts of lightning merged into a spear, moving like a swimming dragon bursting from water. After just one glance, the spirit roc gave up on taking it head-on, spreading its wings wide as if to retreat.

Yet at that moment, the lightning spear directly crossed space itself, appearing right before the roc’s face.

The Dao of Space—after experiencing the spatial transfer of a certain white-haired loli, using the Antediluvian Nether Eye’s spatial abilities for some time, and now even possessing the authority to use the Demon Moon’s spatial functions—was something Luo Wusheng was naturally extremely familiar with.

If the spirit roc’s spiritual energy hadn’t been covering its body inside and out, this lightning spear could have pierced straight into its belly.

Now, with the lightning spear already upon it, even if the roc flapped its wings and fled at top speed, it was already too late to fully evade.

"Gah—!"

The spirit roc let out a piercing cry, and from its gaping beak, objects flew forth.

A bronze great cauldron, a gold bell engraved with beast patterns, a jet-black jade shield—

Having served as the Monarch of the Netherkin Nation for three years, it had refined no small number of Artifacts—and all of them were of exceptionally high quality.

But under the bombardment of the immortal tribulation, those Artifacts lost their spiritual radiance in the blink of an eye, cracks spreading across their surfaces.

Even so, they bought a few brief moments. With a powerful flap of its wings, the spirit roc’s massive body shot upward into the higher heavens. Only one wingtip, too slow to retract, was struck by the pale tribulation lightning. A deathly aura of annihilation spread from the wound, yet amid agonized shrieks the roc forcibly suppressed it.

It’s gravely wounded!

With a single strike, the Netherking—whose cultivation was near the peak of the Divine Transformation realm—had been heavily injured!

The people of the Royal City watched as if witnessing a myth. They saw that after striking the spirit roc and expending ninety percent of its power, the immortal tribulation split into a hundred streams, burrowed into spatial rifts, and in an instant appeared upon the trembling Netherkin Nascent Souls who had yet to give up resistance.

Under the immortal tribulation, their powerful bodies were as fragile as paper. They were destroyed on the spot, their netheric infants sucked into the spatial rifts set up by the Demon Moon, vanishing without a trace.

The remaining portion of the immortal tribulation then converged upon a certain black bear that was likewise entangled in lightning and flame, yet seemed barely affected and was even trying to sneak away.

"Anjing!"

The black bear cursed in some language no one could understand and immediately fought back.

After all, it possessed Divine Transformation realm cultivation; blocking a remnant immortal tribulation with so little power left was not a problem.

But at that moment, a sword light flashed—one that seemed capable of severing life and death themselves.

Thunder roared. And soon, only the fairy-like figure remained, aloof and transcendent, standing with her back to the lightning as she cleanly sheathed her sword.

This figure—who absolutely did not look back at the explosion—left an indelible impression on the people of the Royal City. So much so that within the following year, the number of Royal City residents going to the Sword Sect to study swordsmanship increased more than tenfold.

...

Only one person turned pale upon seeing that peerless sword light.

"M-Master?!"

Although she had always known that her master would be coming to the Royal City, Lu Yuliu had still harbored the faintest shred of wishful thinking. Who could have imagined that the moment she opened her eyes, just as she was about to return to the Immortal Nation’s main formation in the north of the city, she would witness her master unleashing such overwhelming might?

The young girl’s heart clenched tightly, and she couldn’t even make sense of what was happening.

That said, there was no denying it. That move of her master’s... was really cool.

The only problem was that this scene bore at least a seventy percent resemblance to a small segment from a story she had once mischievously arranged for a certain annoying bully to tell her master!

The Sword Fairy guiltily shrank her head.

Beside her, Bai Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow. "So she’s the master you saved with the Blood Spirit Jade?"

She had been the one who brought Lu Yuliu into the Three Thousand Demon Domains back then, so she naturally knew about the Sword Sect’s Peak Master had nearly died from qi deviation.

But hadn’t it been said that she was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm?

That completely unrestrained, razor-sharp sword intent looked exactly like that of a grandmaster at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm.

And not an ordinary peak Nascent Soul at that... even if it was achieved through borrowed strength and the enemy was weakened, she had still slain a Divine Transformation expert. How could a normal grandmaster ever pull that off?

As she was thinking this, Bai Xiaoyao received no response from Lu Yuliu. She shot the girl a strange look, then suddenly realized something from that slightly guilty expression.

Her gaze shifted back to Ling Shuangxue, then settled on the hand holding the sword.

The Demon Sect Holy Maiden saw a peerlessly beautiful jade ring, radiating starlight and moonlight, shimmered faintly in the Sword Sect Peak Master finger.

Bai Xiaoyao: "..."

Her little face darkened by several levels in an instant.

...

Luo Wusheng naturally also saw the scene of his own main wife unleashing her might.

Looking at the black bear lying dead and the azure-robed great peacock at Ling Shuangxue’s feet, utterly devoid of life, Luo Wusheng subconsciously swallowed.

He knew his wife would be terrifying after inheriting the Sword Emperor’s legacy, but he hadn’t expected this level of terrifying.

Killing the black bear had relied on the immortal tribulation’s restraint, sure—but when it came to finishing off the peacock Netherkin, he hadn’t even made a move yet. He’d originally planned to deal with it himself, yet just like that, it was over.

At this point, the only Netherkin still wreaking havoc in the Royal City was the one right in front of him.

Luo Wusheng’s gaze grew heavy.

It was true that he had heavily injured that great roc with a single strike, but his own condition was hardly any better.

The right half of his physical body had irreversibly collapsed, held together only by his soul entwined with a lightning armor.

His sea of consciousness, which had only just reached the Divine Transformation realm, was riddled with cracks and on the verge of collapse.

Forcibly controlling the immortal tribulation was an act bordering on suicide, something even Tribulation Transcendence cultivators would never dare to attempt.

If things ended at this, an exchange of grievous injuries might still be acceptable.

But Luo Wusheng keenly sensed that something was off about the great bird opposite him.

Dao Rhythms flowed within his eyes, as though he could directly see through the essence of things.

At the same time, he stepped upward once more.

As that step fell, the Nascent Soul Tree within his dantian sprouted an entirely new branch.

This branch seemed to exist and not exist at the same time, profound beyond measure.

A trace of the Dao Rhythm from that branch began to drift around Luo Wusheng’s body.

In the shadows, almost all of the observing Divine Transformation experts rose to their feet at once.

"Karmic link!"

Within the exchange of divine awareness, only this term echoed unceasingly.

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Cultivation Realm:

1, Qi Refining

2, Foundation Establishment

3, Golden Core

4, Nascent Soul

5, Divine Transformation (Formerly Known as Tribulation Crossing)

6, Tribulation Transcendence

7, Land Immortal

Note: Link to the character Illustration:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1lkIcPnCxeyuyZA4Kkb621dPC05UvWjhD