Longevity by Grinding Skills

Chapter 488: Chapter 488: Ancestral Master Chunyang, Please Accept This Disciple’s Bow

’I can only lie dormant for now and find another way... The Wansheng Sword Sect, the land of a Daoist Lord... This is an exceptionally thorny problem.’

This thought, filled with deep unwillingness and regret, finally dissipated like smoke, returning to a state of extreme concealment to await the next opportunity.

「Wansheng Sword Sect. Upon the mountain’s peak.」

Here, the sea of clouds was no longer a floating mass. It had been compressed and tamed by an immense, invisible Sword Intent, transformed into a ceaselessly surging Sword Cloud Celestial River. The river encircled a massive gateway that stood apart from the main peak’s summit, yet seemed to be embedded in the void of the firmament itself.

The gateway seemed both real and illusory, neither gold nor stone. Its overall form resembled the tip of a Pure Yang Magic Sword thrust at an angle and magnified billions of times over, shimmering with a gentle yet incomparably sharp, nine-colored, glazed luster.

Above the gateway, Daoist marks seemed to have naturally formed, coalescing into eight ancient characters in large seal script. Their strokes were fluid and powerful, imbued with a supreme Dao Rhyme.

"Pure Yang Infinite, All Phenomena Silent, Void Heaven Realm"

This was the Daoist sanctum of the Pure Yang True Monarch, Lv Chunyang—the Pure Yang Cave Heaven.

Upon ascending to the Golden Core Realm, one would naturally possess a Grotto Heaven and be able to manifest a gate of profound mystery.

Inside the Grotto Heaven, the scenery changed dramatically.

The boundless void was not dark, but was instead suffused with a constant, warm, pale golden light that seemed capable of washing away all negative impurities from the depths of one’s Divine Soul.

This light was the manifestation of Pure Yang True Gang.

There were no mountains or rivers, no pavilions or towers—only countless stars drifting and revolving in the void.

These were not real stars; each one contained the embryonic form of an utterly pure Sword Intent.

Red Sun, Cold Moon, Gale, Sky Splitter, Thick Earth, No Return, Nirvana, Creation... Hundreds of millions of these Sword Intent stars moved along profound and unpredictable trajectories, forming a vast, unparalleled, and all-encompassing Dao Born Sword Realm.

At the core of this Sword Domain, the void was as smooth as a lake’s surface.

An Innate Geng Metal Profound Yang Meditation Mat, condensed from the purest Innate Geng Metal Qi and Profound Yang Essence, floated here. Upon it sat a single person.

He was dressed in a simple bluish-gray linen Daoist robe, faded from washing but exceptionally clean and smooth.

He wore no adornments, save for a deep purple wine gourd hanging from his waist. It had a smooth, archaic feel and subtly resonated with the rhythm of the nine innate apertures.

His face was extraordinarily handsome, with sword-like eyebrows slanting up toward his temples, a nose as high and straight as a solitary peak, and well-defined lips that carried the hint of a cavalier smile.

His features were a perfect combination, showing no trace of age. Only his eyes, which seemed to contain two ancient and profound universes, held both the tranquility of one who has witnessed the world transform over eons and an inner divine light sharp enough to pierce the Ten Thousand Realms.

His gaze was incomparably clear yet unfathomably deep, as if it reflected the essence of all the world’s laws.

He sat there, releasing no earth-shattering aura, his entire being seemingly merged as one with this pure Sword Dao Cave Heaven.

And yet, the moment one’s gaze fell upon him—even on a mere inch of his robe’s fabric—their Heart and Spirit would be involuntarily seized by an indescribable sense of ’presence’.

It was as if one were not looking at a person, but at a sword—a sword that had withdrawn all its edge, Returned to its True Self, and was waiting to be drawn once more!

The Sword of the Dao!

The pinnacle of the Sword Dao!

That restrained Pure Yang Sword Intent, though formless and intangible, permeated every inch of this Grotto Heaven.

It was not domineering or forceful, but gentle yet indestructible. It was as noble and upright as the midday sun—supreme in hardness and Yang, yet also supreme in softness and pliancy.

It was the foundational law of this Grotto Heaven, the core around which all things revolved.

Beneath this Sword Intent, no demon or malevolent spirit could hide. All turbid energies were purified and refined, and only the purest of Dao Hearts could resonate with it.

This was the True Intent of the Origin Sword Dao, forged through countless tribulations by smelting the Ten Thousand Laws into one’s being.

At this moment, Lv Chunyang—this being seated at the core of the Pure Yang Cave Heaven, like a sovereign of ten thousand swords—was surveying the space before him with a gaze tinged with curiosity and inquiry.

In the void just three feet before him, space rippled gently like water.

Xu Yunfan, who had vanished without a trace before the gates of the Wansheng Sword Sect, now appeared as if ’shaken out’ from another painting. He floated there silently, still in the same unconscious posture as when he fell. His face was pale and his aura was faint. The True Martial Demon Subduing Magic Power within him seemed to have been nearly shattered by the aftershock of that heaven-shaking Sword Intent. Even the aura of his Profound Capital Eight Sceneries Celestial Refining Creation Cloud Scripture had grown dim and obscure.

Lv Chunyang did not immediately move to heal him, but simply studied Xu Yunfan with great interest.

His gaze seemed to penetrate flesh and bone, peering directly at Xu Yunfan’s Purple Mansion Dao Foundation and Original Divine Soul.

"Curious."

Lv Chunyang murmured in surprise, his long, jade-like fingers tracing a few casual gestures in the air before him.

As his fingertips moved, a few stars in the Grotto Heaven’s void—the ones containing the Sword Intents of ’Celestial Secret,’ ’Inference,’ and ’Peeping Truth’—began to glow faintly. They cast down threads of light, incredibly fine yet profoundly abstruse, that attempted to envelop Xu Yunfan and deduce his origins.

Sensing Lv Chunyang’s gaze, which seemed capable of perceiving his very Origin, Xu Yunfan’s tightly shut eyelids trembled violently, and he snapped his eyes open!

’If I don’t wake up now, this Sword Sect True Monarch will probably start using his techniques to probe my body.’

’If I really let this True Monarch’s Magical Power invade my body, all of my secrets would be laid bare.’

’If I were conscious and mobile, I’d at least have a chance to instantly use Divine Soul Exchange. But if he deals with me while I’m asleep, it’ll be too late for regrets.’

However, after what had just transpired, Xu Yunfan felt mostly reassured.

As Xu Yunfan opened his eyes, the scene within the Grotto Heaven flooded his vision.

A boundless void was suffused with a constant, warm, pale golden light that cleansed the dust from one’s heart.

Hundreds of millions of stars, each containing an ultimate Sword Intent, drifted and revolved along profound trajectories. These were not true celestial bodies, but rather countless individual entities, each holding the embryonic form of a pure and ultimate Sword Intent.

Red Sun, Cold Moon, Gale, Sky Splitter, Thick Earth, No Return...

They followed profound and unpredictable trajectories as they drifted through the void, collectively forming a vast and all-encompassing Dao Born Sword Realm. This was the supreme realm in which the Pure Yang True Monarch, Lv Chunyang, manifested his fundamental Sword Dao.

Upon closer inspection, however, Xu Yunfan’s racing heart began to calm. Amidst the brilliant stars of the Sword Domain, only a dozen or so of the Sword Intent stars were actually shining brightly, displaying their profound mysteries!

The other hundreds of millions of stars were all shrouded in dim silence, creating a stark and silent contrast to the few shining points of light.

Xu Yunfan breathed a silent sigh of relief. ’If this Lv Chunyang had truly comprehended hundreds of millions of Sword Intents, then even if he weren’t a Daoist Lord, he’d be just a single step away.’

A dozen or so stars meant that Lv Chunyang had fully comprehended a dozen or so Sword Intents and taken each to its absolute limit.

’Lv Chunyang didn’t condense and manifest this Dao Born Sword Realm just to show off his sanctum. His ambitions must be far more profound and vast than what one can see on the surface.’

And at the end of his line of sight was the figure in the blue-gray robe, Lv Chunyang, sitting upon the Innate Geng Metal Profound Yang Meditation Mat, seemingly one with the entire Sword Domain.

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