Longevity by Grinding Skills

Chapter 419: Chapter 419: Emerging from the Mountain, Foundation Establishment

"Where in the world did Daoist Master Hundred Peaks find a monster like this?!"

A disciple from Seven Kills Peak felt his heart pound wildly. ’If he’s really just a Qi Cultivator, doesn’t that mean... he could step into Foundation Establishment at any moment?!’

The disciples from the three factions were in turmoil. They had originally thought this contest was just a battle between Qi Cultivators, but Xu Yunfan’s appearance made them doubt everything.

’Could the True Monarchs have tacitly allowed Foundation Establishment Daoist Masters to enter?’

’But how is that possible?!’

’With Golden Core True Monarchs personally overseeing this, there’s no way they’d let a Foundation Establishment Cultivator sneak in!’

’Unless...’

’Unless Xu Yunfan truly is only in the Qi Cultivation Stage, yet possesses combat power comparable to the Foundation Establishment Stage!’

This thought sent a chill down everyone’s spines. The way they looked at Xu Yunfan was no longer just wary—it was filled with deep-seated fear!

At that moment, a disciple from Hundred Desires Peak—who had delicate features, but was clearly a man with a feminine appearance—shouted, "Senior Brother, the Mountain Peak Grand Hall! The people from the Sword Sect and the Pure Land have already broken through the outer restrictions!"

Xu Yunfan looked up. Outside Yunxia Hall, at the highest point of Xuankong Mountain, the phantom image of Pure Yang True Monarch’s Nine-Round Golden Sun shone down from the sky.

A Grand Array of twelve Sword Cultivators in Human-Sword Unity was grinding the Primordial Sect disciples blocking their path into a bloody mist.

Even more terrifying was the pillar of golden light descending from the western sky. It was the Puchen Pure Land’s Guiding Buddha Light. The Demon Cultivators caught in its glow screamed, clutching their heads as twisted black smoke poured from their bodies.

However, the Primordial Sect’s True Monarch Qingyuan was not to be outdone. A faint Immortal Light surrounded him, transforming into a boundless Pure Qi that descended like a gentle, life-giving rain.

Xu Yunfan’s expression remained unchanged. He simply drew the crimson Longsword from his waist, which he hadn’t used in a long time.

This Tier Eight Divine Weapon, the Floating Threads Sword, which he had obtained from the Divine Martial Realm, was a bit lacking for the current situation, but it was enough for him to use the Demon Subduing Sword technique from the True Martial Demon Suppressing Scripture.

With a flick of his wrist, Xu Yunfan’s Floating Threads Sword suddenly went taut as a bowstring.

Before the blade even moved, a crimson Sword Qi erupted from its tip, carving three ghastly, beautiful blood-red lines into the air.

The Sword Qi was as fine as a strand of hair, yet incredibly condensed.

"SHINK!"

The first thrust came without any warning.

A line of bloody light shot through the air, accurately piercing the lead Sword Cultivator’s brow.

The man didn’t even have time to block before his Protective Sword Qi was pierced like thin paper.

The instant the sword tip passed through the man’s skull, Xu Yunfan twisted his wrist. The Floating Threads Sword suddenly went limp, coiling around the neck of a second Sword Cultivator like a living thing.

"CRACK!"

Amid the sound of crunching cartilage, Xu Yunfan formed a sword seal with his left hand and pointed at a third Sword Cultivator from a distance.

The Sword Qi from the Floating Threads Sword suddenly surged by a hundred feet, the blade transforming into a bolt of blood-red lightning.

The Sword Cultivator hurriedly raised his sword to meet the attack, only to see the crimson sword light suddenly split into three.

Two phantom images feinted toward his eyes, while the true killing blow slashed diagonally upward from below, severing his sword-wielding right arm at the shoulder.

Before the severed arm even hit the ground, Xu Yunfan had already sheathed his sword.

Three columns of blood erupted simultaneously. Their lives were extinguished, their Daos scattered, and their souls sent to the Sea of Suffering Reincarnation.

Xu Yunfan didn’t stop, darting toward the mountain peak like a phantom.

Along the way, he encountered three Sword Cultivators forming an array and charged directly into its center.

The dark light erupting from his Black Tortoise Demon Suppression Seal shattered all their Flying Swords. He then grabbed the heads of two Sword Cultivators, one in each hand, and poured his vast True Essence into their skulls.

The two Sword Cultivators’ bodies swelled like overinflated balls before—BANG!—they exploded into a rain of blood.

The third Sword Cultivator was scared out of his wits. He turned to flee but was caught by Xu Yunfan’s grasp from afar.

The Demon-Suppressing Earth Fiend Qi transformed into black threads that ripped the man’s spine out of his body, vertebra by vertebra.

Amidst the bloodcurdling screams, just as he was about to reach Yunxia Hall, a giant Wan symbol (卍) suddenly appeared on the ground.

Eighteen gilded Buddha statues erupted from the earth, each holding a seated old monk in its palm.

The sound wave created by their synchronized chanting instantly pulverized the five Primordial Sect disciples at the front, turning them into meat paste.

"Demonic scourge!"

The central old monk opened his eyes, which seemed to contain the birth and death of thousands of Buddha Countries. "This old monk is Ci Hang. Today, I shall send you to meet the Ksitigarbha King!"

"You still dare to call yourself Ci Hang?"

Xu Yunfan sneered. Completely unaffected by the thousands of chanting voices, he appeared before the old monk like a ghost.

His right hand, fingers held together like a blade, was wreathed in True Martial Celestial Spirit as he plunged it straight into the other’s Dantian.

With a sickening SQUELCH, Ci Hang looked down in disbelief at his Dantian Qi Sea, which had been pierced by Xu Yunfan’s finger.

As Xu Yunfan’s fingers closed into a fist, the monk’s vast Buddha Power was madly devoured by the True Martial Demon Devouring technique.

The remaining seventeen old monks were horrified. They struck out with all their might, and in an instant, the Brahma Sound of their Buddhist chants echoed throughout Xuankong Mountain.

The violent Buddhist sound waves blasted a deep crater in the plaza before Yunxia Hall. Xu Yunfan was thrown back by the blast wave, only stopping after crashing through three dragon-coiled pillars.

Then, Xu Yunfan’s figure instantly charged back into the fray, kicking up a brilliant spray of light.

When the dust settled and the light faded, Xu Yunfan flicked his hands. The plaza before the hall was now a Chaotic Scene.

Seven Sword Cultivators from the Wansheng Sword Sect were left, struggling to hold on. The monks from the Puchen Pure Land were almost completely wiped out.

The Primordial Sect’s side was even worse off. Of the more than twenty Qi Cultivation disciples, only three blood-soaked figures were left, barely clinging to life.

Of course, Xu Yunfan had allowed this to happen intentionally. ’If all the Primordial Sect disciples had actually survived, wouldn’t they just get in my way?’

At this moment, the True Martial Celestial Spirit and the Demon-Suppressing Earth Fiend within him had completely merged, transforming into a mass of chaotic, primordial energy.

In his Dantian, the Black Tortoise Demon Suppression Seal grew even more solid. The starlight flowing between the Turtle Shell Patterns faintly began to manifest the trajectory of the Stars of the Celestial Sphere.

With every "demon" he slew, Xu Yunfan felt the True Essence within him surge.

He considered the Sword Cultivators of the Wansheng Sword Sect to be "Sword Demons"; slaying them allowed him to devour their Sword Intent. He considered the monks of the Puchen Pure Land to be "Buddha Demons"; converting them allowed him to seize their Buddha Power. He considered the disciples of the Primordial Sect to be "Human Demons"; killing them allowed him to refine their Essence Blood.

Although he hadn’t attacked his own sect members due to the True Monarchs’ presence, he had the contributions from the disciples of the two great sects, Wansheng Sword Sect and Puchen Pure Land.

The True Essence in his body was now like a vast, endless Star Sea, flowing ceaselessly.

Along his spine, the True Martial Grinding Disc slowly turned, crushing all the various types of devoured Exotic True Essence into the purest quintessence and integrating it into his limbs and bones.

On the surface of his skin, profound Dao Patterns faintly appeared. Each pattern seemed to writhe with a life of its own, breathing in the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

Even more mystically, his Divine Sense could now perform Introspection, allowing him to see that the Black Tortoise Seal in his Dantian was undergoing a qualitative change.

Amidst the coiled Turtle and Snake, faint golden Dao Patterns began to emerge, winding around it like chains, yet also extending outward like veins.

’A Dao Foundation, forming on its own...’

Understanding dawned on Xu Yunfan.

For ordinary cultivators to achieve Foundation Establishment, they must use their own body as a Furnace Cauldron to smelt Celestial Spirits and Earthly Fiends, perform the Foundation Establishment Ritual, and undergo Ascension according to their cultivation method. Only after succeeding can they forge a Dao Foundation.

His Ascension Ritual, however, was to slay demons. He had now far surpassed its requirements, which would naturally allow him to lay an unparalleled foundation.

The True Martial Demon Suppressing Scripture itself followed a path that was currently unoccupied, with its cultivation rooted in slaying and devouring demons.

Even the Martial Dao Profound Crystal was superfluous—merely the icing on the cake. It was fine without it, but even better with it.

Now that he had slaughtered all the "demons" on Xuankong Mountain, the True Essence within him had reached the absolute limit of Qi Cultivation. He was just one final step away.

He glanced at the stream of notifications that were practically flooding his vision.

’Your Skill Level with the True Martial Demon Suppressing Scripture is rapidly increasing.’

’Your True Martial Demon Suppressing Scripture has reached Great Success.’

’You seem to be on the verge of True Martial Foundation Establishment.’

’You are about to achieve Foundation Establishment...’

’...’

"Leave the mountain, achieve Foundation Establishment!"

(Foundation Establishment tomorrow! Sorry for the long delay, I really needed to lay some more groundwork for this realm’s world-building. I hope everyone will offer their critiques and corrections. Thank you!)

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