Chapter 430
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Translator: Ace
Chapter:
Chapter Title: Storming Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion
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Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion—these four words carried immense renown in Jiangnan, steeped in countless legends. It loomed like an oppressive mountain over all the region's major and minor sects.
On ordinary days, perhaps its presence wasn't so apparent.
But at this moment, as the array formations throughout the entire pavilion inside and out activated on their own, even Lu Yang—who had mentally prepared himself—couldn't help but feel a trace of awe.
The entire pavilion stood atop an impossibly sheer peak, encompassing vast realms within, along with innumerable surrounding hills. It towered between heaven and earth, seamlessly connected from base to summit, radiating an eternal, indomitable aura of grandeur. Every stone on the mountain, every speck of dust, pulsed with profound historical resonance.
In comparison, all things in the world seemed utterly insignificant.
After all, Foundation Establishment lasted a mere five lifetimes, Golden Core a thousand years—how long had this divine mountain stood between heaven and earth? The two were hardly comparable!
Before this weight of time, anyone would feel insignificant.
"Rumor has it that the pavilion's founding ancestor searched the world over but found no mountain suitable for his sect. So he simply drew the sword from his belt and hurled it to the ground."
"The sword took root upon landing, growing against the wind."
"And in the end, it became the Sword Pavilion's current mountain gate—a Nascent Soul lord's sword. Who knows if it's true. The Primal Saint Sect doesn't have anything like that."
Lu Yang sighed inwardly. Though the True Lords had secluded themselves, Perfected Being Demon-Quelling was gone, and Perfected Being Evil-Quelling severely wounded, the Sword Pavilion remained that colossal force dominating Jiangnan. With its mountain-guarding array now active, it stood like an impregnable fortress, firmly blocking him at the gate.
Gazing ahead, he could vaguely make out several figures.
Though the central Extreme Heaven Cliff was obscured, some of the outer peaks couldn't escape Lu Yang's senses—including the Ye family head, Ye Shaoying.
"Dong!"
A resonant bell tolled from the depths of the Sword Pavilion, the signal for an enemy intrusion. In an instant, streams of sword qi rose from within the pavilion.
The next moment, a figure appeared.
Ye family head Ye Shaoying, accompanied by the Ye family's young Perfected Being Ye Cheng. Both eyed the Lu Yang outside with wary gazes.
"Fellow Daoist."
Ye Shaoying spoke first.
"Today, our Sword Pavilion receives no guests. You arrive without a formal calling card—quite improper. Please return."
"Calling card? Sure, I'll send one right now."
Lu Yang sneered coldly. Five Divine Abilities linked into a ring behind him, blooming with radiant lights. He casually plucked a strand from it and held it in his palm. Moments later, a dharma sword materialized, its edge gleaming with icy sharpness. With a flick of his finger, it shot toward the Sword Pavilion!
"Clang clang!"
The dharma sword slashed straight into the layered arrays, startling Ye Shaoying. He hurriedly activated the formation, blocking the strike.
"Boom rumble rumble!"
A massive explosion echoed as Lu Yang's dharma sword plunged into the array. Though it severed over a hundred streams of array light, it was ultimately swallowed up.
Vast radiance poured down like the Milky Way from the ninth heaven. Lu Yang's dharma sword lasted less than three breaths before it was crushed and dissipated into nothingness.
'Good, good.'
Seeing this, Ye Shaoying secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He then smiled.
"Fellow Daoist, best to go back where you came from. Don't keep making a mistake!"
As he spoke, he sneered inwardly.
'A loose cultivator from beyond the skies after all—ignorant of our sect's orthodox might. Thinks he can pick up scraps because Guang Ji left and Evil-Quelling True Person was wounded, leaving the Sword Pavilion vulnerable without defenses? Ridiculous. I'll make him pay in thirty years!'
"Not a bad array."
Lu Yang nodded.
That sword of his had used no special tricks—just pure rank enhancement. Even a late Foundation Establishment great cultivator would struggle against it.
Yet the Sword Pavilion had blocked it.
And with array power alone. Like the Dragon Palace, it must house formations laid by Golden Core True Lords—breaking it would be next to impossible.
'But I'm not the same as before.'
Previously facing the Dragon Palace, he'd been alone and helpless against its arrays, forced to sneak in. But now, he was a guest of the Primal Saint Sect.
With that thought, Lu Yang reached down and removed a pouch from his belt.
Woven from black silk, it hovered in his palm like a dark cloud, with lightning serpents flickering inside, rumbling faintly with thunder.
'[Profound Thunder Dao-Entering Cloud]!'
Since he'd come to stir trouble for the Sword Pavilion, the Primal Saint Sect naturally had to lend a hand. This was what Xiang Ye had given him before leaving the Heaven-Connecting Cloud Sea.
Now, as he poured mana into the pouch, a childish yet ancient voice grumbled in his ear.
"A bit more! Put some real force into it! That little mana—who do you think you're looking down on? Can't even open my mouth, let alone break these Sword Seeds' mountain gate."
This was the true spirit of the [Profound Thunder Dao-Entering Cloud].
Say what you will, Xiang Ye—as the Primal Saint Sect's acting Sect Master—had vision and magnanimity. What he'd loaned was a true treasure from the sect's collection!
'Even surpassing [Calamity Wave].'
Spiritual treasures mirrored cultivators in quality: five marvels marked their pinnacle. True treasures above that shared rank with True Lords to a degree!
The more mana Lu Yang channeled into the [Profound Thunder Dao-Entering Cloud], the more its vastness awed him. Even with his current Divine Abilities and mana, he could only activate a fraction of its power—likely only a True Lord could wield it fully.
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Lu Yang glanced sideways, sensing several gazes upon him, laced with anticipation—those from the Primal Saint Sect True Persons.
'Fucking beasts.'
He knew exactly what these Primal Saint Sect True Persons were thinking. If he failed to breach the pavilion, they absolutely wouldn't show.
But if he succeeded...
They'd charge in faster than him!
'Whoever wins, they side with.'
Lu Yang took a deep breath and hurled the [Profound Thunder Dao-Entering Cloud], now infused with all his mana, into the air. In an instant, it expanded into a sky-blanketing black cloud.
"Boom rumble rumble!"
Wherever the black cloud passed, sun and moon dimmed, heaven and earth darkened. Countless thunderbolts emerged from it, crashing down in a world-shattering barrage!
In a flash, Ye Shaoying and Ye Cheng's faces drained of color!
Without hesitation, Ye Shaoying vanished from the spot, ignoring Ye Cheng beside him—leaving the latter a step too slow.
The next instant, thunder descended.
"No—"
Ye Cheng's mouth gaped wide, but his cry drowned in the thunder. A bolt struck his crown, reducing him to dust.
"Dong! Dong! Dong!"
Endless profound thunder hammered like an unbreakable siege ram. Each peal was a strike, bombarding relentlessly without regard for cost. When Lu Yang's mana finally ebbed and the black cloud dispersed, the Sword Pavilion's divine mountain outskirts—once lined with peaks—lay utterly flattened!
As for that ironclad great array?
Its core remained intact, but the outermost layer had been blasted open, spiritual energy scattering, unable to seal in the short term!
"Breached!?"
Elsewhere, the timely-escaping Ye Shaoying had no time to grieve Ye Cheng's death. Turning to the devastation behind, horror filled his eyes.
But the next moment, that horror turned to terror.
For as the array's outer layer tore open, figures emerged one after another behind Lu Yang, faces twisted in feral grins, eyes glowing crimson—
"Subdue the unrighteous! Exterminate the Sword Pavilion!"
"Cultivators of the world have long chafed under Sword Pavilion rule!"
"Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion has fattened itself on Jiangnan, enslaving the masses. Today, our Primal Saint Sect rights the chaos, seizing back the people's hard-earned wealth for all under heaven!"
—The Primal Saint Sect had entered the fray.
Just as Lu Yang expected, these beasts had waited for his success before appearing, all righteous indignation—and even with prepared slogans.
Perfect.
After all, he alone couldn't storm the Sword Pavilion. But with the Primal Saint Sect? That changed everything. Plus, they could share the blame.
With that thought, Lu Yang mounted his sword light and charged into the Sword Pavilion!
"Sword in hand—follow me!"