Cultivation Starts from Farming

Chapter 1122 - 470: Sword Intent Reaches Perfection (Part 3)

Guiding the mana within his body to operate along a more profound path, experiencing the ever-flowing Dao rhyme that nurtures all things, he silently fell into deep cultivation.Spiritual Qi surged like a tide, circulating endlessly.

Xu Ping, like a meditating monk, gradually merged his breath with the array of the entire secret chamber and the spirit vein underground, entering a deep training state where he forgot both himself and the world around him.

...

However, just as a tree seeks tranquility, the wind does not cease.

As Xu Ping focused on his cultivation, preparing to enter the Wind Origin Realm in perfect condition, the Nine Nether Elder did not give him the time for a stable preparation.

On this day, while Xu Ping was meditating, he suddenly felt a disturbance in his heart.

A very subtle yet intensely pervasive wave suffused with Nine Nether Ghost Qi ignored the protective layers of the near-fifth-level array outside.

Like a specter, it directly penetrated the void, condensing into a blurry, constantly twisting dark silhouette within his closed secret chamber.

This was precisely a weak avatar summoned through some cost by the Nine Nether Elder.

This avatar was extremely unstable, seemingly on the verge of collapsing at any moment, but the intent it transmitted was cold and full of malice.

"Long time no see, Young Friend Xu!"

The Nine Nether Elder emitted a hoarse, distorted voice, directly transmitting a message through the divine soul.

Xu Ping stared coldly at the avatar of the Nine Nether Elder, without saying a word.

The other party had gone through great pains to send an avatar to his face; naturally, it was not to reminisce.

He intended to see what exactly this person planned.

Seeing Xu Ping not utter a word, the Nine Nether Elder was indifferent, showing a smile:

"Congratulations, Young Friend Xu, on achieving Divinity Transformation Celestial Venerable."

"It’s just a pity that hiding in this barren place, there’s no hope for the great Dao!"

"If you came today just to say this nonsense, then I’ll destroy this avatar of yours," Xu Ping said coldly.

"Young Friend Xu seems really impatient!" The Nine Nether Elder shook his head, "The Dual Saints and I sincerely invite you to visit the Wind Origin Realm."

"Of course, if you don’t come, then it’s unfortunate that Ao Guang, the Dragon King, will be slaughtered."

"Once Ao Guang, the Dragon King, dies, seizing his Dragon Essence and the fortune of the Four Seas, the Dual Saints can break through their bottleneck to reach Mid-Stage Divinity Transformation."

"Surely, this is something Young Friend Xu would not wish to see."

Xu Ping looked calmly at the twisted avatar, his face showing no surprise, instead revealing a cold, mocking smile.

"So you did indeed... ally with the Dual Saints," Xu Ping said indifferently, as if he had long expected this.

In the entire human world, capable and possible to oppose him, and swayed by the Nine Nether Elder, only the Dual Saints residing in the Star Palace qualified.

"Awaiting your esteemed presence, Young Friend Xu!"

The avatar of the Nine Nether Elder smiled slightly, but it said no more, only using the last of its strength to hoarsely utter one last sentence.

Before the voice had even faded, the already unstable avatar suddenly collapsed inward, the dark light flickering intensely—

Boom!

A not particularly powerful yet filthy and self-destructive energy exploded suddenly, attempting to pollute this secret chamber space.

Xu Ping didn’t even rise; he simply moved his mind, and his harmonious Divinity Transformation Domain naturally expanded, easily smoothing out and annihilating the remnants of the self-destruction, without even stirring a speck of dust.

The chamber returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.

But Xu Ping’s gaze slowly became deep and cold, like Profound Ice that had not melted for millennia.

"An alliance? An ambush?"

He murmured to himself, a cold, emotionless curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He had long prepared mentally for the Nine Nether Elder to ally with the Dual Saints.

After all, perhaps only the combined forces of the Dual Saints in the human realm barely qualified to match him before his breakthrough to Divinity Transformation.

"It’s a pity, they can’t even imagine..."

Xu Ping slowly stood up, his aura not deliberately unleashed, yet it naturally prompted the surrounding spiritual Qi to tremor slightly as if bowing before a king.

"How much stronger I have become after breaking through to Divinity Transformation and these years of accumulation."

With Perfection in Sword Dao, Mid-Stage Divine Sense, Profound Celestial Spiritual Treasure, a Nirvana Golden Body... these trump cards combined, his true combat power had long exceeded the limits of what the Nine Nether Elder and Dual Saints could deduce based on their old knowledge.

In his view, what the opposing side presumed a deadly ambush might just be a farcical play leading to their own demise.

"Since they are set on seeking death, then... let them be fulfilled!"

A flash of cold light appeared in Xu Ping’s eyes, his aura abruptly becoming sharp and unparalleled, like a Divine Sword ready to unsheathe and obliterate all impediments.

Wind Origin Realm, Star Palace.

It was time to meet this so-called "pinnacle of the human realm" combination.