Chapter 381
Chapter 381
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 381
Chapter Title: I Will Definitely Come Back!
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Three months later.
Sword Pavilion, seclusion chamber.
When Lu Yang shifted his gaze away from the [Non-Killing Sword] in front of him and snapped back to reality, his heart had already gained some indescribable insights.
"I never imagined [Fate Assignment and Precept Upholding] had such wondrous uses."
This was the marvel of the Profound Spirit Response Scripture. To accelerate his comprehension of [Sword Intent], Lu Yang had assigned himself the fate of [Innate Sword Seed].
The effect was quite impressive.
The precept required to uphold the [Innate Sword Seed] fate was called [Weapon Abstinence]. As the name implied, from now on, he could only fight with a sword.
Using any other weapon would immediately break the precept.
After upholding the precept, with the fate's enhancement, his progress in comprehending [Sword Intent] was lightning-fast. At this moment, he had clearly taken the most crucial first step.
"Buzz buzz!"
Lu Yang sat motionless, not employing any divine sense or magic power, yet the [Non-Killing Sword] before him still trembled. A flash of cold light illuminated everything as the sword edge abruptly unsheathed half an inch. This was drawn by Lu Yang's [Sword Heart], responding on its own, and it also symbolized his sword dao realm.
'I've finally entered the hall.'
Lu Yang nodded in satisfaction. Only when he could make the [Non-Killing Sword] fully unsheathe would he qualify to condense [Sword Intent].
It was a long road ahead.
'The way of the sword is the path of utmost sincerity—seek straightness, not curves. It requires nurturing with experiences and emotions to gradually sprout, bloom, and bear fruit.'
The more intense the emotions, the easier it was to nurture [Sword Intent].
'In other words, most sword cultivators are obsessive. They harbor fixations, and from those fixations arise great emotions, allowing them to walk further on the sword path.'
Perfected Being Demon-Quelling was a prime example, one so admirable it was frightening.
The concept of [Non-Killing] was utterly at odds with this world, yet he upheld it consistently, showing just how deeply rooted that obsession was.
The next second, Lu Yang's mind stirred.
From within the Ten Thousand Spirits Banner came a message from Patriarch Tingyou: The preparatory work for refining the [Small Blessed Land] was complete. It just needed him to personally handle the final refinement.
After all, though the [Small Blessed Land] lowered many harsh requirements, cultivation remained key. Without late Foundation Establishment realm, it was impossible to proceed, and Patriarch Tingyou was still at mid Foundation Establishment, so he could only assist with comprehending and organizing the method. The actual hands-on work still fell to Lu Yang.
"Hoo!"
His consciousness drifted into the Ten Thousand Spirits Banner, and Lu Yang immediately beheld a bustling scene. Countless banner spirits were laboring under Patriarch Tingyou's directions.
Leading them was none other than the sect master of the Ten Thousand Poisons Cult, Long Yue.
This late Foundation Establishment banner spirit had fully become Lu Yang's workhorse, her face brimming with loyalty as she toiled tirelessly for him.
She was also Lu Yang's trump card for venturing beyond the heavens. His sword dao clone definitely couldn't go along. For one, this clone was too entangled with the Sword Pavilion—bringing it beyond recklessly might let them trace it back. For another, it served as an anchor point.
After all, Lu Yang would return eventually.
In this situation, Long Yue, a late Foundation Establishment grand expert, was undoubtedly the best protector. Scouting, baiting traps, cannon fodder—she'd handle it all.
"Patriarch?"
Lu Yang arrived beside Patriarch Tingyou, only to see the patriarch holding a thin sheet of paper, scribbling on it. Lu Yang's eyes lit up at the sight.
"Is this the result of your comprehension?"
"Indeed."
Patriarch Tingyou nodded, then shook his head hastily upon seeing Lu Yang still eyeing the thin paper.
"Oh, this is for me to reference."
With that, he pulled out a thick jade slip and stuffed it into Lu Yang's arms.
"This is your dedicated manual. Take it back and study it thoroughly. Follow the steps exactly when the time comes—not a single one can be wrong, or the entire [Small Blessed Land] refinement will fail."
Lu Yang fell silent.
A sweep of his divine sense revealed that, compared to the thin paper in Patriarch Tingyou's hand, the content in this jade slip could fill a million-word tome!
But accordingly, it was exhaustively detailed.
Lu Yang didn't even need to understand it—just memorize it. Though voluminous, it posed no difficulty for him.
This showed just how far his talent had advanced during this time.
"Everything is ready."
Soon, under Patriarch Tingyou's arrangements, the project within the Ten Thousand Spirits Banner neared completion. In the central area, a golden silkworm had already formed a cocoon.
Lu Yang stepped forward and began channeling his own magic power.
The next instant, he felt as if he'd sunk into the vast ocean depths, unable to move an inch while feeling profoundly severed from heaven and earth.
Oppressive forces surged from all directions.
A thought arose unbidden.
'Push it open!'
Lu Yang exhaled deeply, mustering his full magic power. His sword heart pressed forward relentlessly as his body expanded to its limit, head touching the sky, feet on the ground, stretching freely.
"Boom!"
With a thunderous roar, he forcibly carved out a space with his magic power. Directly above, a white rift tore open, and rolling spiritual tides poured forth like a breached dam. This space gulped it all down greedily.
Spiritual qi as the Supreme One.
One begets two, two begets three, three begets all things. In moments, the empty void now held rivers, lakes, towering mountains.
The next second, Lu Yang returned to the outside world.
Looking again, the cocoon of the [Ten Thousand Calamities Indestructible Gilded Silkworm] had split open. A point of golden light emerged as a butterfly, revealing a scene within.
Mustard seed light, yet containing Mount Sumeru vastness.
With divine sense focused, one could clearly see the mountains, rivers, and landscapes he'd just opened!
It was practically a minor world realm!
'No, calling it a world realm is too much.'
'Essentially, it's just a space, unable to foster life, unworthy of the name. But with my cultivation, this is already the limit.'
With a thought, Lu Yang returned to the [Small Blessed Land].
As its creator, Lu Yang held absolute control over it. A sweep of his divine sense hid nothing from him.
More importantly, it had another marvelous use.
"Swish swish!"
As his intent shifted, the freshly opened [Small Blessed Land] transformed. Golden light gradually outlined a human form.
Then, winds and clouds within turned to qi, thunder to voice, sun and moon to eyes. The four directions and five peaks became limbs and torso, rivers to blood, earth to sinews, fields to muscles. Gold and stone, plants and trees—all became skin and hair. Finally, a handsome face emerged.
'Fleshly body reformation!'
Lu Yang examined his palms. This body held no cultivation, only the inherent status of the [Small Blessed Land] and the brute strength it bestowed.
"Hongyun... I truly underestimated him!"
The [Small Blessed Land] was self-sustaining, free from heaven and earth's restraints. Transforming it into a fleshly body for travel to other realms made tracing it back nearly impossible.
Everything Lu Yang had considered, Hongyun had accounted for when setting this up. This escape plan was flawless, save for its immense cost in materials. Hongyun had suffered for five thousand years, dying and reviving endlessly, yet still hadn't scraped together enough.
Even Lu Yang was the same.
Without the [Ten Thousand Calamities Indestructible Gilded Silkworm]—a wondrous treasure nurtured by the Ten Thousand Poisons Cult for countless years—as the core, he couldn't have refined it either.
Now that the [Small Blessed Land] was complete, Lu Yang hesitated no longer.
'From today, this is my main body! As for the name... you'll be [Lihen Tian]. Leaving this wretched place—fitting and vivid.'
Lu Yang drew a deep breath, then activated the incantation.
'The sword dao clone stays in the Sword Pavilion, monitoring the world's great shifts. No need for heroics—just survive as long as possible and gather intelligence for me.'
With that thought, Lu Yang cast a final glance around.
Since Foundation Establishment, this was likely his most wretched moment—forced to flee far away, with an uncertain path ahead.
Guangming Buddha Son, heaven and earth immortals.
'Wait for me.'
Lu Yang withdrew his gaze, swallowing his myriad emotions, his face calm as a placid ancient well.
I will definitely come back!
(End of chapter)