In a world, stars are scattered across the sky.
Under the sky, mountains undulate like crouching behemoths, quietly waiting for dawn.
Mountains and rivers rise and fall, with great rivers andering through, appearing ordinary except for being much "smaller" compared to Sky Do Heaven.
But, like the sparrow that, despite its small size, contains complete organs, it too has earthly cities.
......
In the splendid and majestic palace, palace lamps glimr.
An elderly man with a stern deanor strides through the palace hurriedly.
The guards and maids along the way all salute, with the elder ignoring them, quickly arriving before a tall tower.
The Observatory.
On the platform, a slender woman stands, adorned in a magnificent ancient palace dress, its fiery red hem blazing like flas, fluttering without wind, creating deep and shallow ripples.
Luxurious dragon and phoenix patterns are embroidered on the dress, lifelike, as if ready to break free from the fabric at any mont.
Her long hair cascades down from her shoulders to her back, lightly tied with a golden ribbon.
The elder quickly ascends the platform and says to the woman, "Princess, General Ping Nan has co to request the sword again and is waiting outside the hall."
The woman referred to as "Princess" does not turn, her voice clear and cold, "No."
The elder had anticipated her reply, as he had witnessed similar scenes many tis over the years.
This ti, however, he hesitated for a mont before finally stamring, "Princess, General Ping Nan is already the strongest in our State of Qin. If even he is unworthy of wielding the sword, who in Qin is?"
"Even if there is soone better suited than him, the current situation is well known to the Princess. If General Ping Nan could wield the sword, not only would his strength greatly increase, but the morale of Qin's soldiers would also boost.....
After all, that sword is the symbol of Qin.....
At worst, once that suitable person appears, General Ping Nan can return the sword." the elder said.
The woman rely shook her head firmly, "I said no, and that's final."
The elder sighed, not surprised by this outco, though he felt a sense of resentnt.
The Princess always claid that a suitable person would appear to wield the sword. Initially, he believed her.
But ti has passed, and that suitable person has yet to appear. The situation on the southern battlefield is growing ever more dire, leading him to harbor so thoughts.
It was at that mont that the woman seed to sense sothing and suddenly looked towards the horizon.
The elder instinctively followed her gaze.
At this mont, he saw a dazzling starlight streaking across the sky, falling into unknown distance.
The elder's expression changed instantly, then he abruptly looked at the woman's back.
"The star rises upon the world," the woman murmured softly as he wished, "He has arrived; he has finally arrived."
"Princess, you an?" the elder's body trembled.
The woman slightly nodded.
"I'll send soone to find him at once!" The elder's tense brows relaxed, expressing excitent.
"No need, he'll co on his own." The woman turned around.
Her brow and eyes like a phoenix, face like congealed fat, radiant, yet her visible visage showed signs of weariness.
At this mont, if Lu Qingshan were here, he would be shocked to the core.
Because the woman referred to as "Princess" in front of him looked exactly like his Qin Yitian.
.....
Unaware of how much ti had passed, Lu Qingshan awoke on a cliff.
He lay on the ground, opening his eyes to see the stars shimring above.
Lu Qingshan imdiately checked his physical condition.
Thankfully, there were no injuries, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
However, he soon discovered that it wasn't entirely fortunate.
Although unhard, his mana had been sealed, and other thods were needless to ntion.
He could not release his Primordial Spirit, nor sense his Life-bound Sword— perhaps it didn't exist at all, rather than just being beyond sensing.
Lu Qingshan's expression was solemn, recalling the invisible shackles of the world pressing in on him before he lost consciousness.
"Rules..." he muttered softly.
He realized he hadn't encountered any mysterious techniques but had been restricted by the world's rules.
The rules of this world do not permit the use of mana.
Not just for him, the outsider, but all beings within this world cannot use mana.
Mana is the foundation of a cultivator, the source of their power.
Any cultivator discovering their lifelong cultivation of mana suddenly sealed would fall into instinctive panic.
But not Lu Qingshan.
He stood up, his long hair flying like ink in the night breeze.
He gazed into the distance; the stars vast and splendid, rivaling Sky Do Heaven's splendor.
"Yitian, is this your holand?"
"How radiant it is..."
"Qin City?"
Lu Qingshan paused, then smiled, "I shall go."
A rising determination overca the sorrow of separation in his heart.
A Sword Cultivator is never one to moan and lant.
...
Lu Qingshan's mind moved, sweeping over Deep Blue, conducting a final check.
Just as expected, the once-lustrous panel was now a dull gray.
It symbolized sealing, signifying unusability.
Just as Lu Qingshan was about to put away Deep Blue, a deep, ghostly light brushed past in the corner of his eye.
His heart skipped a beat, imdiately chasing after the ghostly light.
Then, within the gray Deep Blue panel, Lu Qingshan found the sole exception:
Divine Skills: Power of the Mountains and Seas.
Shining brightly.
All forces on his body had been sealed, except for the Power of the Mountains and Seas, which still circulated with brilliance.
Lu Qingshan quickly focused his mind and lightly felt the Power of the Mountains and Seas.
Although suppressed by the world's laws, it could only exert its basic effect, which was devouring the power of ten miles of mountains and seas, yet it was still adequate.
"But why? Why is the Power of the Mountains and Seas the exception?" Lu Qingshan couldn't help but ponder.
Pondering for a while but unable to find a fitting reason, he henceforth ceased to dwell on it.
"Though this world has restricted my mana and Primordial Spirit, it might not be completely unwelco for ," Lu Qingshan nodded, murmuring softly.
He recalled the events before arriving in this world.
The inexplicable experiences, impossible to articulate.
"Ti flowing backward like a river..."
"In other words, the current tiline should not be Tianyuan Year Seventeen."
"Once I leave this realm, I should return to my original tiline, thus any ti spent here is rely a bonus."
Lu Qingshan's cultivation speed was unparalleled.
Extrely fast.
What geniuses took millennia to achieve, he accomplished in rely a fraction of the ti.
With an innate Swordseed, and Deep Blue, his speed in upgrading realms rapidly, but his combat power did not lag, remaining peerless in the sa tier.
Yet so things, gifted talents cannot compensate for, cannot be hastened.
Thus, for the ordinary, this world is an absolute trap, due to the inability to cultivate.
But for Lu Qingshan, perhaps this place is an optimal cultivation ground.
Only this ti he is not cultivating mana.
But... heart.
Most importantly, with Primordial Spirit suppressed by worldly rules, weakened to the extre, it facilitates Lu Qingshan's promotion towards Unity of Heaven and Man and progressing faster through the Eighth Realm.
As for potential risks?
Even without the Power of the Mountains and Seas, Lu Qingshan boasts profound sword techniques.
In a world prohibiting mana, with sword technique in hand, where in the world could he not go?
Not to ntion the Power of the Mountains and Seas serves as a concealed trump card.
Having thought of this, he grew more fearless with every passing mont.
"Since I've co to this world, let's take a thorough journey through it!" Lu Qingshan let out a long cry, echoed within the cliffs.
Though he lost the strength of a Sword Cultivator, his Sword Cultivator spirit remained unyielding.
He needs to reclaim the Divine Power severed from Dragon Sparrow and unravel the mystery of Qin Yitian's origin.
Lu Qingshan took in a deep breath of the cliff's chilly air, his mind instantly beca clear.
Unable to wield a sword, he kicked his legs like a worldly martial master, or like an agile monkey, leaping and traversing among cliffs, heading towards the distant lights.
The sound of the wind grew louder, carrying a biting chill.
The outsider's figure gradually receded, leaving only the lingering sound of his long cry in the wind.
Laughing towards the sky upon stepping out, how could a re weed describe us?
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