Chapter 829: There’s No Turning Back
Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations
Li Botao heard the message and took in a deep breath. He looked around him, “Everyone, there’s no turning back. If we change our minds now, we will only cause trouble to ourselves.”
Everyone from his side nodded their heads and agreed with Li Botao.
“Everyone, the cultivators from the Mount Shu Sword Sect are here on the mountain already. We have no choice.” Li Botao’s gaze eventually ended on Wu Yunliang. Wu Yunliang caressed his long moustache and looked at Li Botao. After that, he nodded his head, “That’s right, we have discussed this matter since a long time ago and we have prepared for a long time. We can’t just give up now.”
Li Botao heaved a sigh of relief. With his understanding of Wu Yunliang, he knew that Wu Yunliang was one who was decisive, but was also a person with a deep sense of responsibility towards the Ethereal Mountain Sect. As Li Botao related the situation in front of everyone, even as Wu Yunliang could not absolutely agree with him, he would not try to disrupt Li Botao’s plans.
But from Wu Yunliang’s tone of voice, he sounded a little awkward. This left Li Botao apprehensive.
At this point, above the Ethereal Mountain, the void space cracked and Black Dragon Jieyu, Jade Dragon Bai Guang, the Kui Cow King & the Feilian King appeared.
Above Jieyu, there was a youth in purple who was tall and thin. His complexion was also dark. He was Li Yuanfang. After the travels of the Ying Sea, two years had passed in the Greater World. He had been cultivating tirelessly inside the Heavenly Cosmic Ray World and had managed to overcome the Tribulations of the Yin Fire, ascending to the Intermediate Stage of the Aurous Core Stage.
Li Yuanfang looked at the formation that engulfed the pavilion at the top of the mountain, nodding his head. “No wonder I can’t contact Elder Wu. All forms of communication have indeed been disconnected.”
As he thought of this, shocking sword auras started to surface above the Ethereal Mountain. They converted to layers and layers of fog, covering Li Yuanfang and the others.
“Mount Shu’s Grand Moon Sword?” Li Yuanfang, Jieyu and the rest were stunned. After that, they spotted countless, domineering sword radiances appearing in the Heavens and Earth. These sword radiances formed a merciless formation along with the Grand Moon Sword.
The sword radiances originated from the Shaoshang Sword of Mount Shu.
Two figures surfaced above the Ethereal Mountain. One of them was a middle-aged man who wore a silk robe. Three streaks of black hair flowed down his face, gently touching his eagle-like nose. His eyes were filled with sharpness, as he stared at Li Yuanfang and the rest with a burning hatred.
He was the Mountain-Breaking Swordmaster, Ning Lang. His Immortal Soul was crushed by Lin Feng’s Great Heaven Flaming Emperor Spell Body on the Heavenly Cart Peak. If the Guanchong Swordmaster did not lend him a hand, he would have been killed.
All these years, the Mountain-Breaking Swordmaster remained on Mount Shu to heal his injury. Even so, he had not regained his full strength till this day. What made him desolate was that his crushed Immortal Soul would be unlikely to form the virtual entity in the future, unless he met with a destined opportunity.
This left Ning Lang extremely resentful towards Lin Feng. But at the same time, he was also fearful. This fear in his heart converted into inner demons, which rooted themselves in Ning Lang’s heart. As a result, he had been unable to progress. He was supposed to be ferocious and merciless, but he was no longer so.
That was why Ning Lang’s hatred towards the Celestial Sect of Wonders had reached a peak. Although he was unsure whether Lin Feng was in trouble, his hatred was ignited when he learned of the weird changes to the Celestial Sect of Wonders. Thus, he found his way over to the Ethereal Mountain.
The other person was a lady with a cold expression. She looked normal, but her killer aura was strong. She was also in the Immortal Soul First Level. She was surrounded by her sword aura, revealing her identity as a cultivator of the Grand Moon Sword of Mount Shu.
As she displayed her Grand Moon Sword cultivation, layers of fog engulfed Li Yuanfang and the others. Not only did it block off their escape route, it also prevented them from communicating with others from the outside world.
Ning Lang stared at Li Yunfang and the others and said in a hoarse voice, “Today, none of you shall think of leaving!”
Besides Jieyu who was in the Advanced Stage of the Demon Lord realm, Bai Guang was also in the same stage, having formed her Cosmic Form ever since the travels to the Ying Sea.
The Kui Cow King was still in the cultivation of the Intermediate Stage of the Demon Lord realm. But he was at the peak of it already. He was only a step away from the Advanced Stage. If it was not for the sudden movement of Mount Yujing, he would have tried to retreat into cultivation and try to break through the bottleneck.
Whereas the Feilian King had also remained on the mountain all these years to cultivate. He managed to reach the Intermediate Stage of the Demon Lord realm not long ago.
With such a lineup, as well as Lin Feng’s talented Immediate Disciple Li Yuanfang, it was enough to settle the problem that was going on in the Ethereal Mountain Sect.
But now, they were facing two Immortal Soul Stage cultivators of the Mount Shu Sword Sect. This was an entirely different matter on its own. If there was only one of them, the five of them could still collaborate to defeat him. But since there were two of them, it was too much for Li Yuanfang and the others.
But Ning Lang soon realized that something was amiss. Li Yuanfang and Jieyu did not react according to what they expected.
An ominous feeling rose in their hearts. In the next moment, the fog formed from the Grand Moon Sword radiance was burnt and tore apart!
A ferocious tiger formed from a purplish-blue flame was staring at them from above with its eyes that were filled with spirituality. This caused the both of them to be feel terrified.
“Nefarious Spectral Primordial Fire?! With this cultivation…” The hearts of the both of them sank, “Xiao Yan!”
A young man with a purplish costume covered by a black robe appeared in void space. He stared coldly and a creepy smile appeared on his face, “Oh, Mount Shu Sword Sect cultivators, long time no see.”
A black metal token floated above his head. The Nefarious Spectral Primordial Fire converted into a purplish-blue sea of fire. This caused the entire area to start burning up.
Inside the sea of fire, a huge man subtly appeared. He had four faces and eight limbs, which appeared to be very frightening.
Ning Lang turned ghastly as he saw this scene. He knew that this was Xiao Yan’s Cosmic Form. If another Nascent Soul Stage cultivator dared to be so arrogant in front of him, he would have attacked him with the Shaoshang Sword.
But now as he faced Xiao Yan, he could clearly feel that the Cosmic Form contained a frightening power. This made him feel that he was in danger.
As he saw the sarcastic look on Xiao Yan’s face, Ning Lang had the urge to burst forward to attack him. When he formed the Immortal Soul in the past, Xiao Yan’s great grandfather was probably still non-existent.
Just a few years ago, Xiao Yan was just a lowly cultivator. But now, he was actually in the Advanced Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage. This left Ning Lang extremely irked by it.
At this moment, a voice rang from above the Ethereal Mountain, “Although it’s a little beyond my expectations that the most senior disciple of the Celestial Sect of Wonders is here, I am here in the event that any surprise pops up.”
A more frightening sword aura shot into the skies, converting into balls of fog. Another cultivator with a deeper Grand Moon Sword cultivation appeared.
In void space, a middle-aged man appeared. It was the Yingyue Swordmaster, the new Grand Moon Swordmaster, a sword cultivator in the Immortal Soul Second Level.
He looked at Xiao Yan and asked, “You are indeed extraordinary. With a magic treasure, you may be able to match up to me. But I’m not interested in sparring with you today.”
The Grand Moon Swordmaster said to Ning Lang and the other lady, “I shall take care of him. The both of you will capture the rest.”
He shook his head and looked at Xiao Yan, “It’s a pity that even though you are here, you can’t restrict things to just within the Ethereal Mountain anymore.”
Xiao Yan looked at the Grand Moon Swordmaster and his sarcastic look became even obvious, “Oh, not bad, another big fish.”
The Grand Moon Swordmaster creased his brows and thought of something suddenly. He looked beneath him.
He discovered an elder monk appearing at the foot of the Ethereal Mountain Sect. This monk kept his hands behind him and looked at the sea of fire above with a calm expression.
He just stood there calmly and did not even reveal his own aura. He was like an ordinary elder monk.
Although he was not huge, his body emanated with a bright light that shone down on the entire place.
As he saw this elder monk, the heart of the Grand Moon Swordmaster sank, “Virtuous Zen! He has also reached the second level of the Golden Form of Buddha and managed to cultivate the Buddha Spell Body?”
This elder monk was the Virtuous Zen Master. He clasped his palms together towards the Grand Moon Swordmaster, “After the War of Buddha Annihilation, there’s finally a new Grand Moon Swordmaster. Greetings to you.”
As he said, the Buddhist light above his head shot into the sky, gathering to form a huge Buddha Spell Body. The entire spell body was golden and emanated a red light.
As this Buddha sat on a lotus and a full-moon, his throne was lifted by eight peacocks. The Buddha held a lotus in his right hand and a bell in his left hand. It was the image of Amitabha.
When he was in the Great Thunderclap Temple, the Virtuous Zen Master was a respected monk in the first level of the Golden Form of Buddha. All these years, he remained with the Celestial Sect of Wonders and cultivated his Buddhist mantras. Through the incomplete Vairocana Sutra and Acalanatha Tathagatha Mantra gathered by Lin Feng and the others, as well as interaction with Zhu Yi’s Forever-Bright Bodhi Heart Lamp, he managed to cultivate the Amitabha Spell Body and ascend to the second level of the Golden Form of Buddha.
If Xiao Yan came over, it was still understandable. But with both Xiao Yan and the Virtuous Zen Master, their powers were equivalent to two Immortal Soul Second Level cultivators. It was a little abnormal for the both of them to be here for this internal strife of the Ethereal Mountain Sect.
The expressions of the Grand Moon Swordmaster, Ning Lang and the Chongyan Swordmaster turned serious.
On the Ethereal Mountain, a youth in black smiled while looking at the sky, “Fortunately, I did not report false intelligence.”
Right now, in the pavilion at the top of the mountain, Li Botao and the rest were stunned as they looked at the light projection in front of them. They did not expect such a situation.”
Li Botao was stunned and he turned to look at Wu Yunliang, “You have decided to turn towards the Celestial Sect of Wonders? Don’t tell me that it happened after the Spiritual Conference of Kunlun Mountains, when you met Lin Feng alone?”
“All these years, you have just been playing along with the Mount Shu Sword Sect?”
Wu Yunliang replied calmly, “This is the biggest decision in my life. Whether it’s right or wrong, I don’t know. But just like you said, there’s no turning back.”